This is not a post about documents or scientific evidence. This is not a post about intellectual reasoning or problem solving. This is not a post about incontrovertible proof of God for the masses.

It’s just me.

Why do I believe in God? Only I can answer that question.

2 main reasons why I have faith that there even IS a God.

1) The world. Not everyone can look at what surrounds them and see the divine. I can, and I do. When I look past all the man-made stuff, past all the machines, concrete, and buildings I see the fingerprints of something bigger than me. When I’m looking into skies of pale blue, past whispy clouds of white, I see God. When I gaze into the darkness of night, past the bright moon, into the twinkling sea of stars, I see God. When I’m standing on the beach, breathing salty air, and searching the vast horizon, where water meets sky, I see God. When I’m walking barefoot through the cool, green grass at a local park, I see God.

I look at the wonders of our world and think to myself something bigger has to have set this all into motion. Something, or someone said, “Go” and it all started, purposely and intentionally, not as some cosmic accident. I believe that it was God.

2) Story. Theirs. Yours. Mine. The power of human story convinces me that God exists. I know that God exists because He lives in me. To the educated intellectual that might sound hokey. To the learned philosopher that might be cliche. But to me it’s truth. Absolute.

I hear God. We talk. He listens, speaks. I listen, speak.

I feel God. I am embraced by love. God is love.

In my lifetime I’ve experienced the touch of God. He exists. I’m changed. I’m alive. I know that He is real. You can’t tell me otherwise. I KNOW. I just do.

Can I explain it? Probably not in terms that would convince someone looking for a formulaic answer or an equation they can figure out. But I know He is with me.

I believe in what is unseen. I believe in something that supercedes the natural order. I believe in the spiritual.

I believe in God.

We all have a story to tell. How has God changed your life?

This entry was posted on Thursday, June 26th, 2008 at 4:16 pm.
Categories: Me.

6 Comments, Comment or Ping

  1. Jimmy Linville

    I just discovered this post and I am surprised that no one else has jumped on the chance to reply. As far as what God has done that has changed my life and changed who I am, this reply is insufficient to even scratch the surface. Suffice it to say that He has been with me as long as I can remember and I accepted Him as savior @ 12. However, there was a time when I turned away from Him as most teens do after high school or somewhere around that time… a period of rebellion and stretching one’s wings and trying to be self sufficient and cool and all that. The bands that I played with at the time were not conducive to spiritual experiences… The struggle of the Holy Spirit to bring me back to Him were fairly lengthy as human perception goes I suppose but He prevailed. He spoke to me through circumstances. He changed my view of being too intellectually advanced to subscribe to such myth to being contritely and humbly repentant through dreams, self examination and His word. I experienced the presence of a holy, bright, powerful, fast, merciful, wonderful God/Christ/Spirit one day when I was totally loathsome of myself and He touched me and lifted the burden of sin and guilt to the point where I though I was floating on a sea of wonderful, thankful ecstasy. i can’t begin to describe what happened to me that day, that hour, that minute, that second. i will never forget nor will i ever deny His existence. I can’t. Enough said.

    Jul 1st, 2008

  2. russhutto

    @Jimmy: Thanks! You’re one of my best friends here in Valdosta, and I appreciate your input!

    Jul 1st, 2008

  3. Amy Kimes

    Loved your post. Nice to find this on a tough day. My mom responded in an email to one of my recent blog posts called “missing”. She says it sounds like I’m in a cult. If it is, then wow, a lot of people are in the same cult. lol. All I know is it makes me feel whole, better, stronger, wonderful and powerful.

    Jul 2nd, 2008

  4. russhutto

    @Amy, thanks for your comment. I read over your post and didn’t see any cult-like traits :) Stay strong.

    Jul 2nd, 2008

  5. Matt Norman

    Well, for me it is because of all the things that he is done in my life. I grew up with Christian parents and know that the many blessings my family exprienced were because of our relationship with Christ. This is not say that our lives were easy, but when I talk to people now, I realise that I had a pretty blessed life. I even wrote a song about it once, but that is another story.

    As an adult I could tell you a number of stories of how God has blessed me and how he has provided for me and my family. However, I am only going to share one story. This is the story of how I got saved.

    I grew up in the church, the son of a preacher man. So, week after week I sat in the pew and listened to my father preach. (ok so I probably wasn’t listening most of the time.) Well, one Sunday a good friend of my father’s ends up delivering the message. I gave my heart to the Lord at that service. Now, this is not the amazing part of the story. During the week prior to this particular Sunday, my father had felt burdened with two messages. This had happened before, but usually during his study God would reveal which one he was to deliver. This week my father studied diligently for both messages, yet God did not reveal which one he was to preach on. My father had a close friend named Gary. During this week my dad had mentioned to Gary that he was struggling over what to preach. He did not, however, tell him what the two topics were. This went on for then entire week. When Sunday morning came my father was still unclear as to what he should preach. Before the service he gave it to God and prepared to start the service. Just before he entered the sanctuary Gary came up to him and told him that God had really burdened him with a message. As Gary told my father what the message was, my father nearly fell over. The message Gary was telling my father was one of the two messages that he, himself, had been burdened with. My father willingly stepped aside and let Gary deliver the message that day.

    I don’t remember that message, or even that service. However, I firmly believe that God designed that message specifically for me because he knew that it was the message that would bring me into salvation. I also believe that God had Gary deliver the message because of the strong possibility that I would not receive it coming from my father.

    To my knowledge I was the only person that accepted salvation that day. Many might call these happenings mere coincident. However, I believe that God was setting a plan in place specifically for me, so that I could become his child. This happened more then 20 years ago, but I never knew the back story until a few months ago.

    This is why I believe in God. There is now way that these things could have just happened the way they did without some outside influence from God.

    Jul 8th, 2008

  6. Russ

    @Matt: thanks for sharing!

    Jul 10th, 2008

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