I’m asked the hard easy question, “Why do you believe in God?”
The answer is so much more than I can give.
My answer carved from life. Living the answer.
So I say, “We’ve met. I’ve experienced Him.”
No time for testimony, just a simple answer while hoping this young man was reading my countenance.
I sensed frustration with his personal theology. So many people cover up the image of God with their own sophisticated silhouette looking for answers that belong to the Higher One’s heart. I was once in the same place, looking for Jesus past the hypocrites . . . they got in my way of bowing.
Belief is not logic. Satan preys on the moments of why and what if.
Maybe you’re an observer of miracles. Like me. Invisible evidence made clear without glasses. I can look back over my life and know it was God directing and protecting me. Especially so, when I look back to the alien girl on the distant path, who couldn’t transform or redeem herself.
I’m not that big.
So many things bombard us every day that try to make us not believe. We trust in our own strength and power . . . until we need to.
Even demons believe the reality of God, but faith is much more than God’s existence.
You believe that there is one God. You do well. Even the demons believe and tremble. James 2:19
The word believe means to remain steadfast, a firm persuasion, trust. I love the story of Abraham who first believed by making an invisible, personal choice. It was declared righteousness to him. We get to choose. Believing is a daily choice, not once and done.
It’s easier to say we believe than to explain why.
There are some questions that can’t be answered by google. How do you answer?
All I have is my story. . . . and His.