How did they get here then? I sat on one side of the creek, and stared across at the trees on the other side. If there isn't a God, then why are these trees here? Someone made them? It was a moment, a question, that dramatically shifted the course of my life as a young adult. Was God real? I wasn't sure. Did God really exist? I just didn't know. . . . |
It was recognising the importance of faith in my parent's lives that also spoke through that moment. If God didn't exist, then do I deny all of my life's experiences up to that point? Would I deny the reality and love of my parents? Would I deny the depth of what has driven them? Yes I probably would be denying all that. Yet that was all real. That had all mattered.
When questions of faith arise within me, it is to this moment that I will return to. This singular pivotal, moment. How did they get here then, if God isn't real . . . . .