Atheism
An ordinary man lived a great life. He didn't really have a belief. He believed in science and didn't put an emphasis on anything. He provided for his family. They didn't have many problems in any aspect. They were genuinely good people. As a young boy, he could remember friends who believed in God and other things; however, he never pondered on such ideas. Throughout adulthood, he was never a wicked or evil man, though he was far from perfect - exactly like the majority of people. As he aged more and more he began to think that this world did indeed need a creator. Yet again, this thought or any other thought like it never actually took root in his mind. Before long, his full life ends in old age. On judgement day, he stands before God. Hmmm, what can I say? "God, I didn't really believe in You, but here You are. I was never even told about Your Truth - at least not when I was listening. Maybe at a young age I wouldn't have listened. But in my wise and old age