Hello :)
I realise I've jumped into this thread very late, but as many of you know I'm generally a regular on these types. I'm joining in now not because I have something startling to say, but I wanted to come and discuss things and give my views.
The reason I haven't been particularly prolific of late is that before Christmas I went down with very serious double pneumonia. I remember very little about the first week but do remember screaming at God. I asked why, why he let me go through this agony. I nearly died, actually, and it puts different perspectives on things.
Part of me had had enough. Enough of having faith and still suffering with lung disease and seeing the amount of suffering in the world. I told myself I should jack it all in, this faith lark. After all, as hih accurately observes, it doesn't make me a better person.
But you know, I couldn't, because God's love slammed into me again and again through this time, and I couldn't deny it. This wasn't the love of a sadistic, evil, selfish god, the one some of you equate with the Christian God (especially the God of the OT, and I can see that) but of a God intimately involved, who loves so much and is in it with me, right in the agony and the breathlessness. When I was on high o2 and still couldn't suck air in, there was God. Now this is a pretty damn useless answer to why God allows it, but there it is. I believe God does something about suffering and that God is in it with us.
Now all this evidence lark. I've recounted a few things on these threads about healings, for myself, for friends, for people I've read about. Of evidence I've seen. But I suspect it still wouldn't be enough, and more importantly, me recounting again the before and after scan pics of a baby with and then without a heart condition would not prove the God of love I believe in. It would only lead to questions of why - why that baby but not another? Why my friend's cancer but not others? etc. These are reasonable and valid questions.
I don't have answers. I'm not going to annoy the hell out of you and say 'you just gotta have faith'. It isn't that simple. I think the healings I have seen have been glimpses, glimpses of God's work, of how it should be, of the world restored to rights. Almost glitches in time if you like. The now and the not yet, there's a paradox to live with.
I'm not going to come up with glib and patronising answers to Why You Should Believe. I'll leave that to God. I can only recount experience, and recent experience of a traumatic event that has shaken me to the core but ultimately left me more convinced than ever of God's love. And less than ever worried about what people think, to be honest. Life needs to be grabbed with both hands. I am lying here, recovering for now, knowing it will come again. Knowing that next time that may be it. So what is it all about for someone like me?