Sitting in an AP World History class, I can’t help but start to feel simply robotic and objective over everything.  Take religion, for instance.  The way the historian perceives religion is through migration patterns, ethnic borders, correlations with disease, and degrees of influence over certain regions.  Because we, being the ever-attentive students we are, have been conditioned to think in this way for so long, this is how we think when we contemplate the notion of religion – and we are proud of it.

But for what sake do we believe in our gods?  Can’t we realise that there is probably a personal tale within every single one of the billions of those throughout history who believe of a higher cause, a higher order?

Ever since I had converted from proud-to-be-stoic atheist to pious believer in the sixth grade, I had gradually begun to understand the very mountains that can be moved through faith.  Has anyone in history – ANYONE – had enough faith to accomplish the impossible?  No, of course not; that’s because the word impossible has already been drilled into their heads for them to even entertain the slightest notion that the impossible might just be possible.

And the honest-to-God truth about God is that He does not answer your prayers every time – simply because of our inability to exercise absolute, perfect faith.  We doubt that God will answer us.  We live desperately asking for guidance in what could emotionally be the most challenging, heart-wrenching times of our lives, and we feel that vengeful sort of hatred welling up inside when such entreaties go ultimately unnoticed.

But when we feel lonesome, destitute, sick, fearful, angered, worrisome, or all six at the same time, we can’t help but look to a higher being.  Why?  Because we need Him.  We need that source of light that will (hopefully) guide us to the outcome that we want or need.  We’re stuck in that intermediary stage, not sure of faith’s powers, but not without a slight glimmer of hope – and so, even when we lack faith, and even when (through our inherent, inevitable flaws) God doesn’t respond to our cries our help, we cry out more anyway – like we should.  It’s not as if we can answer all of our questions.

But there are people who doubt God.  People who doubt God and all that we’ve made up about Him doubt Him because, well, everything about Him are fabrications – in the literal sense.  Such tales are fabrications, not because they connote falsehoods and fallacies, but because they have simply been all a creation of an immature brain’s need for answers.  Religion predates science by centuries, and for good reason: religion works by filling in gaps within our understanding of the world.  “Hey, how did the universe come to be? – I don’t know … maybe it was God who created it.”  But science came along, and started slowly filling in these gaps – and who knows?  Maybe, given that climate change won’t decimate civilisation as we know it, we won’t need religion, God, and faith because science will have filled every single gap within our reasoning.  God may even be proven to be an impossibility – a simple tale, just like Santa Claus.

But if we had ENOUGH FAITH, then would it not be possible, even in the face of contradictory evidence, for such a Supreme Being to exist?

Just a thought.