Atheist Convert

Richard Morgan

In his teens Richard Morgan was a Mormon missionary and in his young adult years became an atheist. After years participating in atheism discussions online he entered into full communion with the Catholic Church in 2012.

Growing up in the 1950's in a small village nestled sleepily in the hills of North Wales, I was sent to Sunday school in the local Congregationalist Church for much of my childhood. We were told Bible stories, sang songs and were given crayons to draw. That was the extent of my religious education.

When I was fourteen, I became seriously curious about religion so I went to see the chain-smoking, bachelor Congregationalist minister, thinking he might be able to answer some of my questions. I remember nothing of our conversation. I only recall emerging from his house with a copy of the Bhagavad Gita, my clothes reeking of cigarette smoke. I struggled several times to read the first two pages, gave up, then spent my entire adolescence boasting that I'd read the Bhagavad Gita (which sounded very "cool" in those days).

Two Mormon missionaries knocked at our door when I was fifteen. I was out at a violin lesson. My mother told them that she was too old to change, but that her son was interested in religion and they should come back one evening when I was home.

So they came back. Again and again, fascinating me with their permanent smiles and exotic after-shave. Unable to resist their warmth and charm, and the way I was welcomed to Mormon Church services, I eventually managed to receive the "burning in the bosom" revelation that was God's way of telling me that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God who had restored the true Church in the latter days. Christ's first attempt, two thousand years previously, had failed, I was told. I was a faithful, active and happy member of the LDS Church until the day I went away to college in Nottingham, England. My next revelation involved cigarettes, alcohol and girls.

Definitely a lot more fun than a burning in the bosom. That was the hippy era, which I threw myself into with great enthusiasm. Upon leaving college as a qualified music teacher, instead of taking up a teaching post, I followed the path of "love and peace" and played in a relatively successful folk group called Paraphernalia. The name was chosen on account of all the instruments that we had to carry around to gigs, as I played fiddle, banjo, six- and twelve-string guitar, mandolin and double bass. I was a strangely untalented musician, and was not equipped with the right kind of personality to become a true hippy. Disenchanted, I returned to North Wales, became a music teacher and reentered the LDS Church.

I served as a Mormon missionary in France from 1972 until 1974, returned to England, and married a missionary I'd met in France. Both my mission and my marriage spelt the beginning of the end of my involvement with Mormonism. For a few years I looked half-heartedly into what the New Age movement could offer, and found only frauds and neurotics.

What a relief it was to discover my real problem: I was a default position atheist. That discovery came through reading The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins. That truly was an experience of sweet relief.

I had become worn out and frustrated by my fruitless search for God.

I had studied holy writings from three different continents.

No God there.

I had tried prayer and “positive thinking” as though they were the same thing.

I felt that I had sought God everywhere – in the cosmos, in my neurons, in my bank account.


Or so I thought.

What an immensely liberating realization it was to discover that my search for God and meaning was bound to be frustrating and disappointing. It would only lead me up blind alleys, because God simply didn’t exist.

How obvious.

Evolution explained everything.

The notion of God (the supreme alpha-male) was a side effect of the evolution of the human brain. Attributing “agency” was an effective survival strategy.

The God that you attributed agency to was uniquely dependent on the culture into which you had been born.

Religion was an exercise in social manipulation and power.

Believing information received from non-verifiable sources (revelation) opened the door to all kinds of horrendous excesses from Inquisitions and witch burning to flying planes into towers and fathers committing “honor killings”.

Man had invented God in his own image.

God was the ultimate comfort blanket.

Science was leaving no space for the “God of the gaps”.

Talk of Eternal Life was in fact just a morbid obsession with death.

Even monkeys had invented The Golden Rule.

Science and Reason alone revealed Truth.

An “Omnipotent God” was an impossible notion anyway.

Religion was “the opium of the people.”

Love, self-sacrifice and charity were just the misfiring of evolutionarily selected survival mechanisms.

Everything could be explained.

There was just simply no need for the God delusion any more.


Many years later, in November 2006, I discovered, and joined my very first online forum/discussion group. What a joyous experience that was for me at the beginning! Discovering other people’s ideas on atheism, being able to interact with them, making friends of some of them, and from time to time being presented with some scientific discovery or irrefutable philosophical reasoning – this was what life was all about.

A popular sport on the website was insulting and mocking Christian authors who had the gall to write books refuting Dawkins’ The God Delusion. One thread on the site was devoted mainly to David Robertson’s The Dawkins Letters. David Robertson spoiled all the fun for me. He replied at great length, with considerable politeness and restraint to a very long “review” of his book. My first reaction was, “Poor guy, why is he wasting all his time doing this?” My online friends had the answer for me, “Attention-seeking.” Ironically, I was to discover that they weren’t entirely wrong. Except that Robertson wasn’t seeking to draw attention to himself…

In spite of the abuse, he kept coming back to answer criticisms. Several of us began wondering, “What is wrong with this guy?” The ‘royal decree’ on Robertson was that he was a “dishonest, unpleasant, unbalanced, un-Christian fruitcake”, so why did we all persist in engaging him in discussion? Not only did he argue with us, from time to time he wished us well and quoted scripture!

But (and it’s a big “but”) many participants in the forum accused David Robertson of being a liar. This surprised me, but I didn’t dare say so on the site. I couldn’t risk being excommunicated as a troll.

“Get over thyself.” “Get thyself a life.” Those were our commandments.

I read and re-read Robertson’s lengthy comments. I found all the evidence I needed to prove that he was probably a deluded fruitcake, but none to substantiate the accusations of being “mean” or “evil” or “a liar.” The poor deluded “WeeFlea” asked in all humility for someone to point out precisely where and how he had lied. I got brave and posted, saying, “Whatever else we may think about David Robertson, I’m sure he does not willfully and knowingly tell lies.”

My friends, of course, shot me down in flames. So I tried to accept that the lies were there, but that I was intellectually incapable of perceiving them. Then came that terrible moment, when the site administrator published an article about some deluded Russian prophet who had tried to commit suicide in a particularly clownish way when his prediction for the date of the end of the world failed to come true. Even as I was reading the article, I started having forebodings about the kind of comments that I was likely to find afterwards. And my worst suspicions were confirmed. Much laughter. Considerable mocking and jeering. And there were even a couple of posters who regretted that the fallen prophet had failed in his “attempt” to put an end to his life. They made a joke of wishing somebody dead.

I expressed my shock and disappointment in a couple of posts. And then I went too far. I wrote and signed my own death sentence when I said:

“…and apart from all that, don’t you guys realize that you are giving David Robertson and his ilk stuff to use against us as atheists? Already they accuse us of being soulless and unfeeling! I am sure that David Robertson would never, ever laugh and gloat over a suicide attempt by an atheist. Can you imagine him saying, “Serves him right, dumb atheist! That’s where rejecting Jesus gets you! He deserves nothing better. Psychotic, godless fruitcake!”

Now there are many fine and highly intelligent, articulate members of the website. A small number of them timidly came out and defended me. But one of the most respected of them, a doctor, contented herself with quoting me and adding “LOL”. After a few faltering attempts to justify my position I decided that was not where I wanted, or needed, to be. The cognitive and affective dissonance was just too much for me.

So there I was.

Alone again.

No God.

Rejected by atheists.

Now I have another confession to make here. Whenever David Robertson posted a long comment, I had developed the guilty habit of printing it out, and sneaking onto the balcony to read it with my morning coffee. So one morning, I took out my copies of his posts and re-read them. What did I have to lose? I found nothing of apparent interest. He was clearly stubborn, persistent, polite but still deluded.

As I was reading, my thoughts turned to the honeybee. The invisible, ultra-violet landing pads on the petals of certain flowers that guide the bee to the pollen and the delicious nectar that awaits the happy apidae. The fact that I can’t see these landing pads doesn’t mean that they don’t exist. Just as the fact that the bee can’t see the color red doesn’t mean that he can fly through a tomato. I have my five senses and a brain that works in a particular way to process what my five senses pick up. But that doesn’t prove that anything that can’t be captured by my five senses doesn’t exist. If ever, in a science fiction journey, I came across a universe where living beings had ten senses, well, I could only have half as much fun as they did.

The wonderful philosophical explanations and arguments that I read on had fascinated me, filled me with awe and admiration, and I even understood some of them. But they always left me with the uneasy feeling of, “Well, yes, that’s what brains do. Ducks quack, the French complain, and the human brain processes information. However sophisticated my reasoning processes, they will still be limited to the capacity of my brain. But does that mean that anything that cannot be perceived by my senses and processed by my brain, therefore, doesn’t exist?” I started ruminating about all this during that fateful weekend.

But ruminating is not all that I did. I committed the unforgivable sin: I started posting on The Free Church of Scotland’s Forum.

A veritable den of theists.

I defected.

I spoke about being a sad atheist, about my desire to be able to believe. Then, on Saturday, April 12th 2008, in reaction to my posts, FCoS’s “resident fruitcake” asked me two questions that were to change me life:

“Why don’t you believe in God?”

“What could make you believe in God?”

My knee-jerk reaction to the first question was, “That’s a dumb question.”

And to the second, I had two instinctive and spontaneous answers:

1. I don’t know.

2. Certainly not proof and evidence.

At that moment, the words that I had learned many years previously that had always provoked a terrible sensation of longing in me came into my mind:

“We can love Him, because He loved us first.”

And my universe exploded.

Lights came on, prison doors opened, and scales fell off my eyes, the whole “Amazing Grace” thing. As I considered my perception of life, the universe and everything, it was literally as if I had been looking at a two-dimensional image in black and white, and in an instant everything became three-dimensional and Technicolor! A short time later, I went back to my David Robertson documents and was amazed to discover that the words that almost leapt out at me from the pages were the Biblical references that had so embarrassed me before. Not David Robertson’s words – the word of God.

The ensuing 48 hours were very intense, as my brain started processing masses of previously stocked information in a different way. The Bible, that I had previously studied so much that I couldn’t read an “And it came to pass...” without having a migraine, became exciting.


Today, I feel no resentment towards my correspondents. Among them, an insistent, obtuse Scottish clergyman kept coming back for more. Not only defending his arguments, but boldly confronting atheists with the word of God. A voice crying in the wilderness? Maybe. But even in the wilderness, perhaps somebody is hiding behind a rock, listening. I was. “For the word of God is living and full of power” (Hebrews 4:12)

It was so good to be loved without having done anything to deserve it. It was so good to raise my eyes from the science laboratories and philosophy books and start to behold the glory of God. Science and philosophy are wonderful manifestations of the enormous capacities of the human mind. But the Word of God is Truth, and truth is what it took to set me on my journey towards freedom. My journey in faith began.

I was directed to an Evangelical church in Toulouse, France, where I live. The wonderful South African pastor met with me weekly to help me along my journey of discovery, and find out what it meant to be a Christian. After about a year, I confided in him my confusion concerning all the different denominations with their contradictory theologies. He gave me a piece of advice that turned out to be not only solid, but also decisive for me. "In all things, always look to Christ."

As I tried to put this advice into practice, by some strange "coincidence", a member of my family in England, who had recently converted to Catholicism, asked me to read and copy edit a book he had recently written. Employing a fantasy/science fiction style, it took the reader back to the time of the Church Fathers. It attempted to determine the nature of the beliefs and teaching of Christian theologians in the first centuries after Christ. It also suggested an answer to the question "What was Holy Communion to the Apostles?" Long story short: within days I had contacted the local Service du catéchuménat. That was in June 2009.

On November 20th, 2011, I took my first communion, an event that I had been longing for since discovering the miraculous truth about the Eucharist. On May 27th, 2012, I was confirmed in the Saint Etienne Cathedral, Toulouse along with 71 other adults who had been following an RCIA course in the region. Today, not only have I had a personal experience of the love of God, but I also know how this love is offered to us through the sacraments and liturgies on the Church. Christ in the Eucharist is at the centre of my life. In all things, I look to Christ. But this is only the beginning! Each day is a day of discovery.

Edited by Rachel Waugh

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  • Comment Link Renée Lin Sunday, 26 January 2014 14:29 posted by Renée Lin

    A heartfelt Welcome Home, Richard! The Holy Spirit works in amazing ways!

  • Comment Link Sharon Kay Wednesday, 29 January 2014 15:14 posted by Sharon Kay

    Beautifully written, and so many points one can relate to. God bless you!

  • Comment Link Marie Therese Monday, 17 February 2014 20:37 posted by Marie Therese

    Yes, this is indeed only the beginning. May you always have a special soft-spot for our brothers the atheists, as well as the tenacity of the patient David Robertson. You are in a special position to start reeling them in - blessings and strength!

  • Comment Link Chantal Monday, 03 March 2014 00:00 posted by Chantal

    Are you still in Toulouse? I'm hoping to go to France this summer.

  • Comment Link Arturo flores Friday, 14 March 2014 20:05 posted by Arturo flores

    How awesome is our God. Praise and Glory to our Lord.Amen Welcome Home.

  • Comment Link Boying Wednesday, 02 April 2014 12:11 posted by Boying

    I am a catholic. A proud catholic that is. I do believe that as a catholic it is my obligation to tell the good news to others including protestants. I know a lot of them and I am ashamed to tell that they live a moral life than me or many catholics that i know. It is this problem that i am reluctant to engage them in discussins about the true faith. Should I? I am afraid that they would look only at me with horror if I do that knowing my lifestyle and my catholic friends.

  • Comment Link Richard Morgan Friday, 18 April 2014 05:34 posted by Richard Morgan

    Yes - I am still in Toulouse, where I have lived since 1984.
    I would be happy to help you with any information you might require.

  • Comment Link XaurreauX Friday, 25 April 2014 11:12 posted by XaurreauX

    Clearly, in all cases, neurobiology overtook rationality.

  • Comment Link Richard Morgan Monday, 12 May 2014 19:18 posted by Richard Morgan

    If you do your research, Xaurreaux, you will find that rationality, also, is engineered and driven by neuro-biology.
    So you're making a false distinction AND a category error.
    Thanks for reading my story anyway.

  • Comment Link Melissa Saturday, 17 May 2014 13:13 posted by Melissa

    Thank you for sharing your story! My husband was raised Catholic but left the Church in high school and is now an atheist. Though he is supportive of my Catholic faith, I pray for his conversion daily. Your story is an inspiration!

  • Comment Link Ann Sunday, 29 June 2014 05:06 posted by Ann

    Thank you for sharing such an inspirational story. Makes me love my faith even more and I'm very grateful for that. God bless you.

  • Comment Link Mary Graham Wednesday, 01 July 2015 16:17 posted by Mary Graham

    Will you share your conversion story and your ministries on Real Life Radio's Living Witnesses show? Please contact me at

  • Comment Link Paul Burns Monday, 25 July 2016 23:11 posted by Paul Burns

    Hi Richard. Even though we failed to see to eye regarding the value of apologetics on the counter-apologist site, I would like to welcome you home to the Catholic faith. Best regards from Paul Burns

  • Comment Link Jeffrey Price Saturday, 07 January 2017 16:35 posted by Jeffrey Price

    God found me and took me in quite a number of years ago. I am what some refer to as a "protestant". I have not really protested against another church or denimination before being labeled this. I simply cherish God's word, allow the Holy Spirit to transform and lead me, worship Him, find joyous fellowship with those in the church I attend. Do you and your catholic brethren have it in your hearts to accept me, as I you, as a fellow believer, filled with His grace, completely in communion with God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit? I hope so. Thank you for reading this.

  • Comment Link Joe McLean Friday, 20 January 2017 11:10 posted by Joe McLean

    What Richard Morgan fails to mention is this long diatribe is the poorly-written book he produced in 2011 called, lacking originality, "The God Delusion". I have not read it all, but the preface alone demonstrates a need for meaning in his life. His atheism was clearly a temporary (albeit decades long) period of doubt, rather that a true deconversion.

    One clue to this is his phrase above: "Evolution explained everything". Anyone who knows anything about evolution realises that evolution does no such thing. It's a throwaway statement.

    Richard was never an atheist, it appears he was simply frustrated with the answers he'd had from religion thus far. Clearly being raised a Mormon didn't help find those answers.

    If Catholicism helps him feel better, great, but take it from me, as an atheist who deconverted from Catholocism: he's still in the dark.

  • Comment Link Richard Morgan Saturday, 27 May 2017 11:29 posted by Richard Morgan

    I have asked the admins to remove this article. I experienced a miracle conversion on April 12th 2008.
    After having been a believer for 3,043 days, I became an atheist again on August 11th 2016. My experiences with my fellow Catholics helped push me in this direction, but it just added to my increasing inability to to avoid the cognitive dissonance necessary to being an intellectually honest believer.
    If anybody would be interested in an account of my deconversion, I can be contacted at

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