For background, I grew up Catholic and attended a Jesuit school from the age of 4 through 18. I regret not engaging more deeply with the content in my philosophy and theology courses during that time. As a child I believed blindly, but without nurturing that faith I drifted into agnosticism, then atheism, and eventually back to agnosticism.
Now, a few years post-grad with fewer distractions, I find myself desperately wanting to believe. I know I cannot derive lasting meaning from a strictly materialist worldview. I admire those who can, but I know I cannot and do not wish to return to that way of thinking. And yet, no matter how hard I try, my mind resists the step of faith.
I do not think religion and science are in conflict, nor do I think belief in God is unreasonable. I accept modern science, evolution, etc, etc. That is not the issue. The problem is that despite reviewing nearly every popular thought exercise for faith, such as objective morality and the human experience, nothing seems to work for me. I know faith does not appear overnight, it cannot be forced, and that it shouldn’t rest on a single thought exercise, but I feel like I have tried every angle without finding solid ground.
The argument I have found most compelling that I’m sure most of you have encountered countless times is the way humans experience love, beauty, and awe. If the universe were nothing more than matter and chance, beauty would reduce to an evolutionary by-product. But the universality, intensity, and almost “objective” quality of beauty make me suspect that it points to something real beyond us.
Of course, a materialist could counter that this sense of objectivity is an illusion. Evolution has primed us to feel awe at sunsets or to fall in love because such feelings reinforce cooperation, survival, and reproduction. From that view, beauty and love do not need to be real beyond our neurons.
A theist may reply that this still does not satisfy. If every natural desire corresponds to something real, such as hunger to food or thirst to water, then what do we make of our longing for transcendent beauty, eternal love, and something beyond ourselves? In this view, our experiences of love and beauty are not evolutionary glitches but signposts toward God.
And yet, despite how attractive this sounds, I still cannot put full confidence in it. I cannot shake the thought that my longing to believe might be clouding my judgment and leaving me vulnerable to confirmation bias. I find it difficult to move past the conclusion that evolution alone is the most likely source for these feelings. Even if I grant that the evolutionary explanation can be true at the same time as the idea that these experiences point to something more, I cannot bring myself to believe it. My heart resonates with Lewis, but my mind will not let me prefer that vision over the evolutionary account. I truly feel like I am missing something, and I would be grateful if someone could fill in the knowledge or understanding gaps I cannot bridge on my own.
I am genuinely trying to think deeply and honestly, yet I feel caught between longing and doubt. In speaking with dozens of theists over the past few months, the common thread I hear is that belief often deepens not primarily through argument but through practice: prayer, Mass, and the lived experience of relationship with God. I recognize that faith is not reducible to reason, but I do believe reason can and should provide a foundation.
I would absolutely love to hear from others who have been in a similar position: what helped you move forward, or how did you find peace in the tension between doubt and belief? Please feel free to comment directly on the aesthetic / human experience arguments, or on others such as objective morality, or simply share anything that you felt significantly helped your own faith journey, especially if you have been where I am now. Thank you!