At the dinner table, my father said: “People are not persuaded to believe in God by apologetics. They believe because they need Him.”
I’m not sure if he’s correct, but I know he isn’t wrong. (Aren’t I the paradox smith?) I was not persuaded to believe God, nor to believe in Him, because of the validity of the New Testament as a historical document. Nor did I believe because of the sheer impossibility of life assembling itself out of nothingness.
I believed because I experienced God. I believed because a man died and rose again. I continued believing, though, because I knew that this Christ was a man, that the Bible was all I had, and that God could create a stone that He could not lift, and then lift it. Or something like that…
Quite the dinner conversation your family has. Ours centers around princesses, lions, and boogers, which are perfectly related in the 4-year old’s mind.
Sometimes, we talk about princesses, lions, and boogers. But we apologize afterward.