I have noticed there are many intelligent posters here with a Christian symbol next to their name <staff edit>.
I'm just wondering if you could explain from your own point of view, why you believe God exists?
I'd prefer to hear positive arguments in favour of God, rather than stuff like "well, atheism can't be valid because..."
Also, I expect most of you will say there is a chance that you could be wrong, but for those that think there is no way you could be wrong, I automatically don't want to hear from you, again, no offence.
This is just sheer curiosity more than anything...
Yikes. Well, I can explain it as best I can, but it isn't going to make a lot of sense. It isn't based on proof, but more on faith, more on gut.
Let me give an example. I sometimes see crowds, and what I will notice is that to the eye, they seem to be a huge group of individuals, likes a box of pearls. However, I was watching the crowd, and watched how some people would grab the shirt of the person in front of them, forming a chain, so, it's like of like seeing a jewelry box of pearls, but on pulling out one, you see a string of pearls, neatly connected to some, and not to others. In the same way, I think that we are all interconnected far more than we understand. What we do affects others more than we believe. Each action, and interaction, is like a chain of events, a stone thrown into a pond that ripples out. So, if you are mean to your employee, it ripples down into your kid kicking the dog. However, if you act in loving kindness, it blooms in others acting in kind as well, potentially. So, in my mind's eye, I often envision people connected by a black thread, some closely, some so close that each thought is a vibration to the other so that they seem to read their thoughts, their emotions, and others are more distant, yet connected, still feeling a light pulse. It's like being a cell, and in treating other cells kindly, you strengthen the body, which collectively is God. However, when one has diabetes, the body begins to be at war with itself, fighting itself, and the body becomes weak, and so, the world becomes weak, and we, and God, suffer.
Why do I believe in God? Honestly, I have never not believed. I remember being 3 or 4, and sitting alone in the garden, or walking alone in the yard, talking to God the way I would talk to an imaginary friend, only, God felt very real. I understood God mostly as I was taught, because I listened, and thought that I didn't hear God, didn't feel God, and as I grew older, I thought of God being outside, or up past the stars, and wonder if he was paying attention, if he heard me when I talked.
I think that is why one must "become like a child" to enter the Kingdom - believing in a credibly and understandably hard thing to believe - a God that is love, that is there to help and guide us, that we cannot see, cannot hear, cannot touch. As I grew older, I felt sad, frustrated, and concerned, feeling like my prayers were one sided conversations.
At 18, I spoke in tongues, and had that crazy on-fire thing that such people get because you feel God inside, and your tongue physically moves of its own accord. Words form with no effort, and with no control of your conscious mind. However, you feel amazed that God would even grant you such a thing, that God would care about you in a world of millions, in a world that seemed to constantly be crying out for him.
Then, feeling like I had gone through the looking glass, and was looking at everything from the other side, there was a weird spiritual rift in the Church, something that I had never experienced in my Christian Life before. The Church was singling out gay people, and telling them they could not be members, and some even said that they weren't welcome. AIDS surfaced, and rather than offer compassion, comfort, there was simply blame, and judgement, and saying that God was punishing them. So, as I watched a couple of friends die, there was nothing but jeers for my mourning.
I decided to leave Christianity, but not leave God. At times, I considered it, angered by the followers, but still able to speak in tongues, it was a difficult thing to deny.
What I have come to understand is that God has always spoken to me. I suppose that I wanted a Hollywood deep bass voice as sunlight broke through a cloud. However, it comes in the form of a thought. It's quiet, and the more you listen to it, the stronger it gets. It's what most call their conscience, the thing that weights on our heart, the small voice that says, "You should call your brother" when it seems, by coincidence, that he needed someone to talk to. I also realized that I feel God, because God is literally love, and when I love others, when I am loved, that is God. It is warm, timeless, priceless, and nothing else seems to matter when you truly express it, or receive it. Sometimes it feels overwhelming, bigger than our hearts can hold, and makes me almost cry from the intensity.
I also have come to believe that God is not some angry ogre that thinks that there must be bloodshed for the forgiveness of Sins. Christ forgave sins prior to his resurrection. I believe that man, seeing how Christ turned the Church on its head, humbling the Pharisees while exalting the lowly, the ostricized, taking away the power of the oppressor, of taking away the message not unlike today that you are what you own, and replacing it with you are what your heart shows, and to give wastefully, to love one another without demanding anything in return, made Man need to kill Jesus, to kill the message, to go back to the way things were. However, when one is killed, they become a martyr for the cause, only strengthening it.
So, I think God sent Jesus, if that actually happened, not to sacrifice him, but sent him to show the love of God, and for us to learn how to love by example, even if that means having to give up one's life.
I have come to learn that there is no hell of eternal damnation, but of purification, that one who wants to go to Heaven to tell his unsaved neighbor "I told you so!" or to exalt himself will be miserable in heaven, and must let go of his arrogance, his wish of revenge, his love for self over love for his neighbor, to be released from that, and enter into the Kingdom.
And finally, I have realized that it is not us who needs to get God's attention. It is God that tries so desparately to get ours, constantly. He is with us always, knows our thoughts, feels our pain with us, and loves us unconditionally so that we will know love, love ourselves, and love one another, and live in peace. I never for a moment question or ask if God is listening, because I think of God as my very breath, in and out of my soul, woven, and a part of me.
And even now, I don't know how not to believe in God, anymore than I don't know how to not believe in the Sun.