At the ripe old age of 25, I pondered the question myself about whether there really was a God, or was he a mere fairy tale like so many. My parents divorced with six children, when I was 12, leaving me to wonder if anyone really did care. Is there really a God? If so, I needed confirmation somehow or some way.
There was not an immediate answer. That question is only answered to those who want to know more than anything else in life.
Eventually, I did get my answer and it was a direct one. It was confirmed to me one night in the privacy of my own room. I didn’t need a church or anyone else to pray on my behalf. The response I received was real, it had presence, it had substance to it that I could physically feel, and it was from heaven.
For the first time in more than I could remember, I felt loved. I am now 60, and although I have had my share of trials and tribulations, I have never blamed God for any of them. Why should I? I already know better. I also know that if you don’t want God in your life, he will respect that and give you all the space from him that you want or need.
Steve Jobs, the late CEO of Apple, also questioned whether there was a God. In his last moment on Earth, before his soul parted his physical self, his spirit saw what was to come. The only word he could express was “wow.” I hope that was a good thing.