“I’ve caught belief like a disease.
I’ve fallen into belief like I fell in love.”
I saw an article on-line recently stating some scientists are hopeful they’ll soon eliminate the need for a “god-theory” by answering all the questions relating to the origin of our being with scientific facts. Few headlines surprise me anymore, sadly enough, but this one gave me pause. Not because disbelief is the direction we seem to be racing towards globally, but rather due to the tragic assumption that faith in God is something intellectual – disprovable.
What evidence lead me to embrace a virgin birth, resurrection from the dead, guardian angels, Christ consumable in the Eucharist, and the unconditional mercy of God – despite the glaring shortcomings of His all too human followers (myself included)?
Only the, wholly unconfirmable via logic, assuaged yearnings of my starving soul.
And it is hardly my job to convince anyone of that which transcends earthly reasonings, but love you and serve you, without stipulations, I absolute must (as Jesus did) until I die; this is non-negotiable.
I was empty and now I have access to fullness.
Make of it what you will.
My mind’s been blown, my pride obliterated…
I am in this for the long haul – come what may.
“Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky