Why believe in God?
I had a friend who I decided was God blind. Like color blind but for God.
He couldn’t see any reason to believe in God. This blew my mind.
I’ve always known of God.
The time when I was a baby in the crib
The rescuing by an angel when I was flying too high on the swings.
It is like being a fish and not believing in water.
Some people are color blind.
My dad couldn’t see purple. We were in the car together and he saw
another car. He asked what color it was. That made no sense to me.
How could you not see this? It is such a simple question. But he had
an inability to see reds and greens. I’d forgotten, and to be honest
I’d never really understood. How can I understand something so basic
as an inability to see color?
The same with God.
I have Buddhist neighbors. The mom was sick with kidney disease and it was
really worrying the son. He cried to tell me how concerned he was for
her health. I know a little about Buddhism but couldn’t remember if
praying was part of it. Buddhism informs my Christianity.
I asked him if he could pray for his Mom. No. So I did.
I don’t pray with the idea that God is my waiter. I ask and I
receive. Yes, sometimes it is like that. But I pray because I know
there is someone on the other end of the line who is listening and who
Sometimes I think of God as standing at the top of a pit I’ve fallen
in. He isn’t in sight, but if I call to him, he can point out a hand
hold that I can’t see from my angle.