I was in my late 40s when I experienced a miracle. I have no doubt what it was, Who it was or what it meant. Well, to be perfectly honest, I laugh sometimes as the meaning becomes deeper and I realize how shallow my previous understanding was, but jeezey moe, it was God interacting with me, just how deep can I be expected to go to comprehend all the things He was trying to tell me?
When I hear atheists talk about there being no proof of God, I feel like I'm talking to a person who has never left Kansas telling me there's no proof that the Pacific Ocean exists.
"Dude, it's right here. I swim in it. I dive in it. One of our sons surfs in it."I was blessed enough to be given proof. It's more than metaphysical.
"It's all explainable through science. You are only imagining it."