If one were to ask me why I believe in God today, I can refer to my relationship with Him and His relationship with me. My belief is the sum and extension of my experiences.
If one were to ask me when and why I began to believe in God, I couldn't tell you. For as far back as I can remember I have believed in God. I don't recall ever having doubted His existence.
I'm sure my Dad's belief in God had a lot to do with shaping my belief, as did the fact that his parents were active in the church. But I don't remember ever being forced to accept anything - although I didn't always like the whole "getting ready to go to church" routine. Quite frankly, God was and continues to be for me a matter of fact.
That being said, I realized at an early age that all questions didn't have answers. The questions illuminating this fact for me were, "Who are God's parents?/Where did God come from?", "What happened before the Bible?", and "Does our universe exist inside a marble?"
As a kid these questions have caused me to rack my brain in search of an answer. I haven't been successful as of yet, but I'm still trying. :)
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