I think we are asking the wrong question. Do you believe in God? It’s too loaded. Too vague. The name in itself poses a thousand more questions yet that is where the question ends. Do you believe in god? Question mark. Slow inhale to preface a difficult answer. But how can I answer when the question is false. Ask me this. Do you have a relationship with God? My answer is yes. I do. I believe in the existence of God because others believe. Let me explain. When we hurt ourselves there is a chemical reaction within the body that informs the brain. We call it pain. Pain is real, indisputably. And yet it is all in our head. Not that I’m saying God is all in the head. What I’m saying is if something lives within the hearts and minds of so many many people then I think it is impossible to say that it is not real. This isn’t to say if enough people believe in something it must be true but that if something lives and breathes within the body, the mere idea manifests to life. Whether a physical being or spirit or neurones firing into the unknown is irreverent. The form is no matter for the fact is it is thought so it is real. Well, I feel it is real. Like pain, untouchable but present. Then we establish our relationship. A friend? Family? Master? Watcher? Maybe we chose not to form a relationship at all. For me, God is a stranger passing in the street. Our eyes touch. There is a glimmer of recognition. Perchance today I ask this stranger for directions. If it were a brighter day I might have already seen the road ahead. I mutter thanks, unsure if my words were heard. We part. We walk on, our paths divergent. Tomorrow we may pass again. Do I believe in God? I believe in strangers passing in the street and sometimes, when I am lost and the day is cloudy and grey, one will help me find my way home.