Why Do I Believe In God?

You have to admit; the title of this particular blog posting is pretty big. HUGE. I have been thinking about it though and I believe that I can actually answer the question relatively quickly and efficiently. You be the judge...

-I believe in God because of life. I have never seen life just start all by itself. Somebody always starts it. Here's a simple test. Take a two liter bottle, empty it, clean it REALLY well, dry it REALLY well, put the lid back on it and seal the lid with wax. Make sure nothing can get in or out. Make sure you cleaned it well enough that no germs or bacteria remained in it. Put it someplace where you will see it daily. When life spontaneously begins in your bottle ... I will agree that there may well be no God. Until then I'm convinced that somebody had to get the ball rolling. Somebody had to make person #1 and person #2.

Which brings me to the second reason I believe in God.

-Sex. Yes, sex. Forgive me for being so bold and blunt. I trust that we are all adults here and I promise not to get graphic, gross or explicit. If life just happened ... if nobody created people ... well that's pretty big news. But how unimaginably unlikely is it that those people would be spontaneously generated with organs that would allow them to recreate themselves? How far fetched would it be that there would be two genders and that each would have a sex organ that would perfectly compliment (aka: fit) the others? And how phenomenally lucky that using those organs would be not only the most fun and pleasurable things that human beings activate but that this would be the case for both genders? Unlikely? Hardly. Incredibly, stunningly, incomprehensibly impossible is more like it.


-The third reason I believe there is a God is because the Cubs won the World Series last year. Oh. Wait. That was not the Cubs. Never mind. Scratch that one.

-I believe that there is a God because of bright eyes. After working with teenagers for thirty-two years I have pretty much seen it all. Teenagers, by their very nature, are fun. Especially if they are not yours. But I defy you to find a group of people with brighter eyes ... more energetic joy ... than teenagers that have discovered the reality of God and are beginning to learn to live within His reality. Adults get bright eyes too. But ours tend to dull and become jaded over the years. Even when we know and love God. The long grind of life beats you up and wears you down. It is the nature of life on planet earth. I would rather hang out with teenagers in love with Jesus than with any people group I have ever met. And that includes generous millionaires and waitresses from Hooters. Not that I have met any of them. But a friend told me they are fun. So that is strictly second hand information.

-I believe in God because of crabby, mean spirited, cold-hearted, dishonest, big-mouthed people who claim to be Christians and yet have neither desire nor clue on how to live a Christ-like life. I don't know if they are Christian's or not. It isn't my call. I'm just taking their word for it. I have known my share of them. But here's the deal. The fact that these people exist within the church today and throughout history is proof that there was enough evil in the church two thousand years ago to cause a riot of adequate proportions to drive self-declared righteous men to crucify the Son of God. If these people were not in the church today I might be tempted to conclude that the story of the gospel could not have happened because church people are always good people. And they are most definately NOT. Yes this is strange logic. But is it not true?

There are more reasons but why shoot all of my bullets at once? Stick around. We'll talk.