When all around me gets crazy and I find myself completely alone and hurt, I can pray to God because he is my comforter. I never get it from anyone else. That to me is a proof that God lives. When people say he is not real, then they never possibly have known a time where they hit rock bottom, where it is impossible for our mind to invent the peace and burden uplifted.
I perhaps know what I am talking about, and I do not argue the existence of God.
When all around me gets crazy and I find myself completely alone and hurt, I can pray to God because he is my comforter. I never get it from anyone else. That to me is a proof that God lives. When people say he is not real, then they never possibly have known a time where they hit rock bottom, where it is impossible for our mind to invent the peace and burden uplifted. I perhaps know what I am talking about, and I do not argue the existence of God.