Are we not the sons and daughters of divorce and murder?
This generation - we're expected to face the world with open arms.
We're expected to believe something we can't see, a God that is thrown around and pushed in our faces. And you expect us to believe it all? When we came into this world, exposed to broken hearts, exposed to alcohol, drug and sexual abuse, exposed to foolish celebrities having affairs with people they half-heartedly cared for - and you expect us to believe it all.
We need proof, because we're the generation of broken promises.
The bible. A book we're given, and we're told it holds all the secrets of the world and life and love and this God people talk about.
If a director doesn't answer questions about the movie his made - wouldn't you doubt the fact that he truly did make it?
We pray, and we got told if we keep praying God's listening - even if it doesn't seem like it.
People tell us to not focus on feelings when it comes to God - your spirit will connect to Him.
But what happens when feelings are our proof? The director answering questions about his movie is all the proof we need. What happens when we pray and we don't feel a thing?
And we're simply told to just believe it, because it exists.
So here's the thing; I live in this exposed, medicated generation, and I believe in God.
Because I have seen. When you're standing in a church, and you watched people being filled with the Holy Spirit - it's hard not to fall for this power that exists. You watch these people fall over, shake, cry - and you wonder why you doubt any supernatural existence? If this is all possible through God - then how is it that He is impossible?
A friend of mine went through a really difficult time. He was depressed. Everything about his character seemed to change. He left God behind. He was like this for a long time, his closest friends watched him change, feeling helpless. How could they possibly prove that God was there waiting for him to come back to into His arms?
In an attempt for some kind of hope, he came on a youth camp. There was one night in particular - the music started playing, arms raised everywhere praising God, people cried.
He sat on the floor, tears swelled up in his eyes. With his head down, he sobbed. A group of his closest friends came around him, praying words of redemption and salvation over him. We cried too. My hand held his shaking hand as I cried. I felt his pain and his heart-break. My heart broke with his. The music was turned up, Gods' presence was inevitable.
He looked up, glassy-eyed, and smiled.
I've never seen anyone change so dramatically, so quickly.
It was like God was in his eyes.
If you had seen this moment, this moment of salvation, this moment of pain and happiness in one, you couldn't possibly doubt the existence of this mighty God.
Even though we need proof, you just need to open your heart.
Your life will change forever, and you'll receive more proof than you could ever need.
