“Look at my hands. Look at my feet. You can see that it’s really me. Touch me and make sure that I am not a ghost, because ghosts don’t have bodies, as you see that I do.” As he spoke, he showed them is hands and feet. (pg.142)
I was raised in church. Every Sunday morning, every Sunday night, and every Wednesday night we were in church. As I grew older, I became involved in sports and soon had a job. Church took a back seat and I ventured through life….lost.
Even while I took my little “hiatus”, I never doubted that there was a God. While I definitely felt distanced from him, I always knew he was real. I’d had too many encounters to doubt that. And today, I can say with confidence, that my life wouldn’t be the same without him. I can’t imagine how people live without the daily connection, strength, and grace given by God.
Have you ever doubted if God was real? What (if I can so boldly ask) was going on in your life that caused you to doubt? Why do you believe now that he’s real? I can’t wait to to hear you’re comments!