According to Webster’s dictionary, “Faith is the firm belief in something that can’t be proven.” Just because something cannot be proven does not mean it does not exist nor does it mean it cannot be felt. When I was in the fourth grade, I was invited by the neighbors to go to the Methodist Church one Sunday. The teacher was Miss Peg Jennings, who was a school teacher. She radiated love and there was no doubt in any of our minds that she believed every word she said. I decided in one week that that was where I wanted to be on Sunday mornings. Her faith was contagious. From then on the church became my second home. God felt very real to me there.
As an adult, God has been a real presence in my life many times. The nudging won’t stop no matter how I try to ignore it. But when I listen and follow, things can be amazing. I was led to go to a door of a hospital I never used only to find the daughters of a mentor of mine leaving. If I had not followed the nudge, I would not have known she was there and would not have had an hour with her before she died later that night.
For a year I had the distinct feeling that I was supposed to go to graduate school. I had spent the year saying “no way, I’m too old (48), no money, no time.” I went to church one Sunday and heard a sermon about how much the disciples gave up to follow Jesus. At the end of the sermon all my arguments were gone and all that was left was the absolute certainty that I was being called to go. The pastor was skeptical at first, but he knew that I wasn’t one who would say that lightly, so he believed me.
There have been other instances when I have felt nudged or called, but there are also times when I just feel the presence of God. It is not something I could even describe but it is very real. That is all the proof I need.