Into my mug I spooned two pressed down and shaken together teaspoons of sugar and dumped in an unmeasured amount of powdered french vanilla creamer. Ernie drank his coffee the way it came out of the pot.
I was sniffing the aroma of my concoction when Ernie said, “It’s nearly impossible to believe, isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about?” I said as I took my first welcoming sip of coffee.
“Some find it easy.”
“Others find it more difficult.”
I figured eventually Ernie would get to the point. “Okay.”
“A few don’t think about it at all.”
“Uh-huh.” I swallowed another syrupy tasting mouthful of my brew plus.
Ernie kept talking as if I knew what he was talking about. “I suppose because I imagine I’m the center of the world I’ve been reluctant to see or understand this. I’m self-absorbed. Know what I mean? But anyway, what do you say, does God exist?”
Oh, all right, I see where he’s coming from. I perceive Ernie is asking me for a straight up yes or no answer. True or false. He wasn’t giving me a multiple choice quiz. I could’ve waffled, but I didn’t. “Yep, I believe God is really real.”
“Do you have any proof?”
“Like the time I might’ve of been killed when I was making a left hand turn and another car ignored their red light and sped through the intersection at fifty miles per hour. Missed me by a bug’s breath.”
“That’s your proof?”
“Like the time when I got laid off and things were lousy financially. Which bill do I not pay? What can I add to my water soup tonight? That’s when you brought me a bag of rice and a few wrinkled potatoes, remember?”
“I’m your proof God exists?”
I lifted my coffee cup to my lips and savored one more wonderful sensation of liquid pleasure before I said, “Sure… one of them.”
“So you’re one of those who doesn’t find it difficult to believe?” Ernie had barely touched his coffee. It probably suffered from a lack of cream and sugar.
“Absolutely, because it’s pretty self-evident. But look, I’m not special, anyone can know what I know.”
Ernie regarded me. “Well, your stance takes a gigantic leap of daring and courage.”
“Not really. It’s simply faith with evidence. It’s my experience. I own it. It doesn’t matter whether anyone else agrees or not.” I finished off my coffee. Glanced at my watch; time to get back to work.
We shoved our chairs away from the break room table and stood up. Ernie said, “That’s incredible. I’ve heard everything is possible to them that believe. But you realize you’re in the minority, right?”
“Yeah well, I can live with that.”
Occasionally I took a call from someone wondering, “How do we know God exists?” I usually flirted with responding by saying, “Because the Bible says so.”
But there’s more to it than: “The Bible says.” Everyone can experience God’s reality. God isn’t hiding from any of us.
However, I’ve noticed, relatively few dare to find this out for themselves. It’s easier to shuffle along with the crowd. Consequently, people get intimidated into accepting what someone else bullies them into believing. “You don’t really believe God’s real, do you?”
“Yes, I do.”
I believe because there are good reasons and personal experiences I’ve accumulated that lend credibility to my belief.
If you disagree, I pray you will have the courage to work through your disagreeable position for your own welfare. If you do, I believe, a treasure chest filled with probabilities and possibilities will open for you.
Thanks for your company on Lee’s Nite Radio.