I am a believer in things I do not understand. Do you think me foolish? And yet, we all do it, all the time. You believe in gravity, do you not? But do you understand it? Even the most intelligent scientists all thought they understood it until Einstein came along and showed them, no, they really didn’t. To the best of our greatest knowledge, we probably still don’t understand it. Yet we all believe in it. Now, when I believe in God, it is not subject to the mathematical rigor that gravity is, but think me not some distinct moron who cares to put his trust in something without any basis whatsoever.

We believe in gravity primarily because when we drop something, it falls to the ground. We believe in something because we can relate a cause to an effect. I believe in God, too, in a rational manner, whether you care to deem that that is possible or not. For one, I find that my prayers get answered — repeatedly. Now, you may explain this away as “coincidence,” but enough has happened to me that believe that if I didn’t believe it was God, answering me, would be like dropping something again and again, watching it fall repeatedly, and not believing that there was this thing called “gravity”. It would be irrational for me not to believe.

I was once a fully functional atheist, and I couldn’t see how anyone could believe that there could be anything like a “God” out there. To me, everything rational could be proved, and you could not prove that God was, nor did I think it possible. But in the end, I just had to understand how little I actually understand. If you want proof, yourself, try this: pray this simple prayer, not at any specific deity in particular, to see if anyone or anything will hear: “If you are there, show me.” That, more or less, is what happened to me; I was shown — and now, I believe. To think that faith is fundamentally irrational is for one to believe that he has figured it out. It actually shows how little you know.