No doubt, you see that I have some sort of faith in a divine being. Further, the fact that I refer to Him personally as the Lord Jesus should tell you that I am a Christian. Perhaps you are inclined to think, like those that have given me credit for the swim, that I too am an equally strong Christian. Again, not so. Perhaps I am a stronger Christian now, but that was part and parcel of the journey for me.
If I am such a spiritual man and strong Christian, why did I ask God to prove His existence to me? Although I believe in God and I believe the Scriptures, there in the dark corner of my soul lay unbelief. Believe me, my challenge to the Lord surprised me! Like the man in the Gospel of Mark, I too can cry, “Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief.”
Perhaps you perceive it to be weird that a Bible-believing Christian lacks faith. Was my request a lack of faith or was it a cry of desperation? Outside of faith, I have never met God. I believe His testimony in creation and believe absolutely that our existence is not random chance.
Without faith it is impossible to please God, for if you come to God, you must believe that He exists. I believe God exists. In desperation I wanted Him to reveal Himself and change my faith into a concrete, tangible reality. I wanted Him to visibly display Himself, if you will, so that I may have faith . . . a contradiction of thought, really. He did better than expose Himself, rather than removing my faith; He kept it and strengthened it.