“You say there is a God” he said. “Prove it.”
“I see it every day, in all sorts of things. In the things of nature, in the way He provides for me and my family.”
“That’s not proof!”
“No, it isn’t in the way you seek proof. It’s faith.”
“Bah. Give me proof. I don’t believe in faith.”"
From prior conversations I knew that as a teen, my friend had served in Viet Nam. During his first days in country he’d been in an intense firefight. He’d told me that he knew he would survive because his “buddies had his back.” I brought that up:
“How did you know that they’d be there, have you back? Did you have proof?”
“No. I knew these guys. They’d been through this before. They were my friends. I just knew!”
I just smiled and said “In other words, you had faith. Just like I have faith in my Friend.”
Our conversation was quickly changed to other things. I didn’t change his mind, but I know I got him to thinking. One step at a time.
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