Once upon a time...
...I was agnostic. Actually, I couldn't decide if I was agnostic or an atheist. But one day, driving down the road I had an epiphany. Soon after that, I was visiting a relative in a hospital and saw a beautiful painting in his room of a shepherd with his sheep. I cried when I read these words printed on it: "I have called you by name. You are mine."
This is why I have no problem with agnostics or atheists (as long as they don't try to change ME). If God calls you, you will come. If not, that's not my business.
Sorry, I just realized that I should have put this in Community. Sigh.