â€œProve Godâ€™s existence to meâ€ is the request, even the demand, of many unbelievers. Many Christians have tried over the years to do exactly that. The great Thomas Aquinas offered five proofs for Godâ€™s existence. I donâ€™t.
When challenged to prove Godâ€™s existence, I respond by asking what the challenger accepts as evidence. Miracle stories, of course, are out. â€œStoriesâ€ and â€œmythsâ€ from the Bible they will not accept as proof. As it usually turns out, the only acceptable evidence would be on the level of calling down fire from heaven. Not fire that hurts anyone, of course, but that puts on a really good show.
While I have no doubt that my God could easily send down fire from heaven that doesnâ€™t damage a thing, I have never felt the call to ask God for this. Neither do I think God is interested in being treated like a dog that does tricks.
What I offer as proof is this: I am part of a body of people whose lives are based in finding hope and peace and forgiveness in God. These people live their lives in response to Godâ€™s love. Were it not for the love of God, we would be without hope, without peace, and without joy. We would know moments of happiness. We would know times of laughter and light-heartedness. We would not, however, know the deep-seated joy that comes from knowing and living in the love of God.
They would, and they have, then challenged me to â€œproveâ€ to them how this group of people, the church, is better than other groups of people who worship other Gods. They want me to prove to them why my God is the right one.
The only proof I can offer is the proof some are unwilling to accept. â€œCome and join us,â€ I say, â€œand you will find all the proof you need.â€