When I first started to believe that God was real I struggled with the idea of evidence. I wanted something rock solid. Some kind of proof that would show he was there. I didn’t want to bet my lifestyle on something I couldn’t prove. I sure wasn’t going to change how I lived for some idea that wasn’t true.
But the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t figure out what would be “real” enough. I knew for sure dreams wouldn’t be enough. That could just be random neurons firing. I also realized that if I heard God “speak” that would best be treated by psychiatric medicine.
What if I met God, like Paul? For a while I thought that might work. But then it occurred to me – I could convince myself that even something real wasn’t true. (Isn’t that the essence of post-modern thinking anyway?)
Eventually I realized there wasn’t a single shred of evidence I couldn’t find a way to excuse. No matter how dramatic the event, eventually I would chock it up to my imagination. Everything could be explained away.
I think this is what happened to Israel. No matter how dramatic the evidence – parting seas, bread from heaven, a column of fire, victory over enemies – it would never be enough. This is why we’re told, “In spite of all this [evidence], they kept on sinning; in spite of his wonders, they did not believe.” (Psalm 78:32)
We are a culture influenced by the Enlightenment and the Scientific Revolution. Things I think are awesome. I think clear reasoning, and evidential based thinking are great tools. But some things can never be proven scientifically, they can only be proven experientially. (How do you measure the smell of a chocolate chip cookie or the feel of the sea breeze on your face?)
The Bible is filled with people who risked everything based on a dream. Joseph married Mary because of a dream. David risked his life for a voice. Moses became a leader because of a bush. How easy would it have been to walk away from those things? How easy to chalk up the experience to a poor night’s sleep?
But they didn’t. They saw the evidence for what it was. They recognized God. They knew something more was happening. We don’t need standard deviation and statistical calculations to tell us God is real. We just have to be open to the ways he already operates and not try to explain them away.