If you’re around Christianity for any amount of time, you’ll notice that Christians love to try to prove how God exists. So much so that there’s a name for it–“apologetics”– and there are books and training courses on it. It never sat too well with me, and now I think I know why.
Feeling the need to prove God exists assumes that you can’t see him clearly in the day to day. That he’s up there somewhere and you have to use logical arguments to get to him.
But what we miss is that the power lies not in arguments, but in definition. God is life itself. He’s fate. He’s order. Everything that exists came from him and is sustained by him. If he were to somehow retreat from our universe, it would shrivel and disintegrate into nothingness because doing so would literally remove all life and substance from everything.
So, how do I know God exists? By the very fact that I’m alive, that that apple tree outside my window is alive, and that the cat sitting on my bed looking for birds is alive.
Truth is, no one knows what it looks like to live apart from God.