I Believe In God
My thoughts won’t get me anywhere.
Actions take me where I want to go or where I need to be.
I am too logical to believe that praying will get me what I want. If it did, the world would either be extremely chaotic or dangerously competitive as everyone would be praying for and expecting to get what they want. If everyone’s wishes were granted, life would be mass confusion.
This doesn’t mean I don’t need to believe in God or in the power of prayer. In fact, the exact opposite is true.
I believe in God because I know that I am an incredibly imperfect person who doesn’t have the strength to do what is right without a greater power compelling me to consider how my words and actions affect others.
When I ignore that voice, I immediately feel regret.
And so, I am motivated to do my best to make the world a better place for others.
I believe in God because I witness miracles on a daily basis.
And so, I am compelled to stop worrying about my insignificant concerns and enjoy what is significant, important and beyond my control.
I believe in God not because I expect the world to be perfect or for only good things to happen to good people.
Life isn’t intended to be a joy ride. It is intended to be a lesson that begins at birth and ends at death. Like any lesson, sometimes it is fun and entertaining and sometimes it is exceedingly difficult.
I believe in God because there is not other explanation for why I pray when I am feeling lonely or scared or irritated.
Even though circumstances don’t always change when I pray, my strengths does. Instead of feeling hopeless or alone, I feel loved and embraced.
And so, I continue to pray to do the right thing, or say the right thing or write the right thing.
Because believing in something doesn’t mean I expect my life should be perfect.
It doesn’t even mean I expect to always win or succeed during those tough times.
But it does mean I grow and learn and become a better person who can help others learn and grow and become better people too.