Every single day, over a thousand debates and conversations take place around the world: many of which are centred on the tangibility and evidence of God. During such conversations-two of which I was recently a part of-you usually have a group of people who ask for scientific proofs or hard facts of His existence; and/or others who state that they plainly don’t care about God: a comment rooted in negative experiences they lack answers to: answers they still crave for.
Sometimes, these debates or conversations drag on for hours till tempers are lost as the desire to talk about God dwindles. This does happen a lot, and sadly the Christians in the room are left with negative impressions about the people they were unable to “convert.” But you know, this doesn’t have to be, for the truth is: no matter how much a person disapproves God, a part of him/her deeply and secretly desires to have someone prove to him/her that He exists. Well that’s kind of what happened a few weeks ago on Instagram. After putting up a quote, I received a notification for a comment made on my post basically telling me to prove the existence of God. So I headed to Instagram (@delaanyah), had a short chat with the man who commented and told him without knowing how God wanted me to answer him, that I would write an article for him based on what he was asking. He agreed and asked me for a scientific proof of God’s existence with peer reviews. Sigh! So this is my “scientific proof”: two stories from my childhood that came to mind. And that’s what I will love to share.
Don’t talk about faith
Okay, so I was told to prove God exists without talking about faith. But I have got to object to that for you see, faith is like a DNA paternity test, it’s the ONLY way to prove that God is truly our Father (Ephesians 2:8, Hebrews 11:6). It’s impossible to talk about God’s relationship with man without the subject of faith; with that said, let’s continue…
Personally I have had a myriad experiences with God that clearly prove to me that He exists. I don’t think anyone needs a scientific experiment to prove He exists; for it’s clear that science isn’t advanced enough to prove He exists, ironically, the only way to prove He exists is through something simple, that goes by the name of faith. Many unbelievers ask for a complex philosophy or equation to understand God, for they know He is totally beyond their thinking or reasoning, however, God isn’t looking to reveal Himself in a complex way, He desires that we will all know Him through the simplicity of faith. This is why Paul the Apostle stated:
1 Corinthians 1:20-25
Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world? For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe. For the Jews require a sign, and the Greeks seek after wisdom: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumblingblock, and unto the Greeks foolishness; But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
Anyway back to my story.
One of my earliest memories of being a Christian or believing that an all-powerful God exists was on a day when one of my neighbours was evicted from our compound. I was about 6 years old. We lived in a compound house, with a host of tenants of various religious beliefs. There was a Muslim household and another man whom was by observation, a believer in the occult. Okay, so he was the one who got evicted. I found out about his spiritual beliefs on the day of his eviction. I recall walking out our back door to see furniture, books and more laying all over the floor of our backyard. I was curious, as you can tell, so I walked over to his “chamber and hall” only to see an empty space with strange looking posters all over the floor.
Deep within I knew something about his books and every other object I saw was evil; and I couldn’t help but want to destroy them…which I did. I picked up one of his idols which lay a little far off, after the story of “Moses and the golden calf” (See Exodus 32 ) came to mind and smashed it against the ground till it broke. Intuitively I knew that God didn’t like the wooden idols I saw; I knew the images on the posters laying on the floor were evil not because I was told by any man; I just knew on the inside.
I didn’t need to prove to myself that God existed. I just knew He did and acted upon what I intuitively knew coupled with what I had heard in His word: the Bible. How can a man know God till He reveals Himself to him; how can a stranger know anything about me in 200years unless I leave something behind that reveals who I was to them? Thankfully God was and still is and the only way we can ever get to know He exists is through His word: the Bible.
Basketball game gone wrong
My second story still blows my mind. Okay so I was playing basketball barefooted, don’t ask me why, and as I was playing I attempted a dunk only to land on a broken bottle of coke. Yes! it was painful, and yes, I had to crawl and drag my body indoors to get treatment. Sadly there was no one at home besides me, so after minutes of dragging myself on the ground. I ended up in my parents bathroom. I was in search of a first aid kit and I figured they might be the only ones who would have it. Unfortunately for me they didn’t.
After performing one of the longest countdowns ever, I pulled out the glass from underneath my foot and quickly placed some wet toilet roll paper on the wound in the hopes of stopping the bleeding; but as common sense will have you know, that was useless. Then I did something else that again, common sense wasn’t pleased with: I took hold of a bottle of anointing oil, which was by then on top of my dad’s sink, prayed over it and poured it over the deep cut underneath the foot. This was purely an act of faith in God. And yes, you guessed it! The bleeding stopped immediately and my wound was healed. I don’t know how, all I know is that God answered my prayer. When it comes to prayer and miracles I got more stories, but for now, this experience revealed the miracle working side of God to me. I prayed, God acted, faith works, God is real.
So these are my two experiences: the best proof of God’s existence to me, is a person’s experience with Him. Every Christian has a testimony, so if you need more proof of God, ask for an experience.
Thanks my friend (Instagram buddy) and thanks to you too for reading. Stay blessed.