I didn't believe either.
I never believed either until my eyes were opened.
I use to not only not believe in God, I lived just about everyday doing as much wrong as I could, and never thought a single thing about it, until life caught up with me. Here is a little bit about who I was.
From what I was able to figure, and this isn't counting the free drugs I got from friends, but I used bout 50,000 dollars in drugs over about 3 months. Ran the spectrum, opium, pot, alchohol, crack, cocaine, pain killers, acid, shrooms, dxm, and anything else I could get my hands on. Spent about 2 months straight binging on drugs, wasn't ever not high or strung out, drunk or something less than sober. Along with all this I was messing around having sex, stealing to support my habit, all sorts of low class stuff. Got so bad I was growing pot about 20 ft from a police station, and so mad at my gf at the time that I ended up raping her, needless to say we didn't stay together. This just added to my desire to stay messed up, then my father died while we were quite mad at one another. And through all this I never once thought about God as anymore than a crutch for the weak, and a made up idea by fools. About a year after dad died I was messing around with my dealers woman when he found out. Not a pretty picture at all, also got busted for some stuff at work that left me broke, and with out a dealer I could ask to front me drugs. The withdraw from 3 months of constant and heavy drug use hit me about like a semi. As I sat in my apt. trying to find a source all the stuff I'd done, mistakes I'd made, and such started welling up in my head. This led to a very horrible depressed feeling, and I just broke down crying like a baby. About and hour or two later I was literally unable to cry any more and found myself curled up in the fetal position in a puddle of my own tears and decided I'd had enough of this life. I walked to the kitchen got a steak knife and walked back to my room, as I went back into my room and started to slit my wrist I saw a bible that was given to my along time ago laying on the floor. I laughed and said yeah right, (language here is direct quote, I don't talk this way anymore) what the fuck God if there is such a thing you wanna kick me one last time before I got to hell, fuck you and that. Thankfully He touched my heart, and I decided to try praying for the first time in my life. I had never been to church or been around church people so I didn't know what to do, just mumbled that I was done living my life and You could have it and do whatever before I ended it all. Something in me changed, and I decided not to kill myself, I just curled up and went to sleep. The next day I woke up and my dealer had called, him and his woman split and he was ok with the situation, and invited me to his house for aparty. I went over and sat down, as they passed the O pipe around, with a joint following I grabbed it. As I went to hit the opium, I realised I didn't want it any more. Ever since that day I've been following God, and amazing things have happened. I've gotten motivated to loose weight (120lb so far) and am going to college. Once you accept God you'll understand.
For those of you who like to discredit God by saying, bad stuff happens why does God let it.
There is not a single passage in the bible that says bad things won't happen, in fact there is a passage stating that as Christians we will be persecuted for standing up for our faith. Satan is king in the world until Jesus comes again. Christians take true joy in life because we know one day our faith will be rewarded by Heaven. For me its alot like lifting, its not always fun or pain free but the results are well worth it.
For the people who said they don't believe what science can't prove hehehe welcome to becoming a Christian
http://209.11.101.244/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=31278&highlight=God
And lastly for the people saying Christians are bad so there is no God. That is the most idiotic idea I've ever seen. God is perfect and sets the rules, we have free will to live within them or not, just because someone says they are a Christian doesn't mean they are, or that they represent what God wants.
I know plenty of fat people who would say they are bodybuilders, does that mean everyone who is in good shape doesn't exist??