I've just been remembering a conversation I had with an elderly man at church about where his faith had come from. In his 50s, his wife was rushed into hospital and he was told to expect the worse. On his way home from the hospital, he passed our church, saw it was open and felt compelled to come in. He said people were so warm and friendly to him and as he sat there, he got this overwhelming whoosh from head to toe and this complete feeling of peace descended on him and he just knew everything would be alright. He knew this was God and he and his wife have been coming to church every week since for the past thirty odd years. It's easy to see that an experience like that would bring you to God.
I on the other hand, have never had an overwhelming experience. I'd love to. I feel my reason is very weak. I was brought up in a Christian family and I suppose it's always been there despite my dabble in Buddhism in my late teens and not going to church in my 20s/30s. But I remember one day looking out the window at the houses, cars, people and thinking This is mad. Our planet is the only planet with all this going on. It is mad, isn't it? And I asked myself, is
all this here because there's a God, or because there isn't? The more logical answer, for me, was 'because there is'. I'm certain that our God created this world for us.