Some people ask me how I know God is real?
Honestly I want to say, how could you even ask such a question. Don’t you have eyes. Of course that’s not what I say. I usually smile, give God a quick thank you for bring a searching person to me, and then take a deep breath.
I guess it’s easier for me to know that God is real, that he’s involved with our lives. I’m a cleric and I can feel God’s power flowing through me. Sometimes it’s impressive, like when I lay my hands on someone and God’s power flows through me and I can see their wounds go away. More often it is quiet, like when I talk to someone and I know just the right words to say, and I see a life healed.
I don’t know how to describe this feeling, other than to say the word joy. When I know that God is using me I am filled with joy. I’m filled with a contentment. I’d like to say peace, but sometimes when God is using me, peace is the last word I would describe the environment I’m in, or the inner turmoil that fills me.
You see, even though I know God is using me, I know that God is involved and has a plan. Most of the time I have no clue what that plan is. In fact lots of times I get frustrated because God doesn’t seem to be doing what I know needs to happen. In those times I have to stop and realize that God is using me and that is enough. If I can tell what little thing he want’s me to do, then I can forget about everything else and just be content that I’m doing what I’m suppose to be doing.
When I stop and realize that, the peace does come despite the turmoil that surrounds me. It is in those moments, like no others, that I know God is real, because only he could give me that peace.