Faith my eye

I can't stop believing.

Even if I wanted to, even if I pushed myself, even in the worst times when I feel far away. I can't stop believing.

Where the heck did that thought come from? It has come from the past few years of conversation after conversation with people that have lost the faith or never believed. I can't shake the surety that He is real. That there is a God. No matter how many conversations I get into with atheists I still believe. There is life on this planet, there are patterns in creation that make me believe. There is a push on the inside that says this is true, the same push that let's me see through the BS of people, that confirms one heart to another, that gives that 'other' understanding of the world. Even if I wanted to I could not silence the truth I feel inside of me.

God is real. Though I can not prove Him to others I can't shake the truth of His existence.

God is bigger than us. He is not a mirror of us, we are the mirror of him. Poorly reflecting the light at time, a smaller distortion of Him at times but like Him. However He is not like us. Catch the distinction. There is a difference. He is not like the gods of the Romans and Greeks, a god that is simply a better bigger man. He is more than that. He does not reflect us, we reflect Him.

He is life. No matter what we do to try to create life from scratch we can not do it. We can not create life from nothing, yet He can.

He is timeless. He is outside of time yet can fully play within time. I will never understand that it means that in the beginning he created the heavens and the sky... what was a day to him? I don't know. Was it more than 24 hours was it 24 hours. Were these His words to help us understand the order in which He created the world.

The car ride up to Michelle's wedding inspired some of these thoughts. I rode up to her wedding with a guy who described himself as a spiritual-ish atheist. I looked at him rather oddly as he said this but as the trip went on started to show what this meant. We talked about intelligent design. He was more convincing than me on that topic, heck knowledgeable. We talked briefly about God creating the world... and what did the days means. We had so many good conversations about what is unknown. The best part of the conversations is that they were comfortable and no one felt attacked. It was just a conversation that flowed naturally.

The reality of my world is that I know a lot of people who either have never believed in God or have given up the faith. What does that mean for conversations of faith? More often than not they are not approaching these discussion with an eye towards battle but rather for an honest conversation about faith and doubts and mankind.

I hope to grow from these and help them grow and look at their faith system in an honest light.

Here's to a lifetime of honest conversations.