He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if well, you remember the rest.
Yep, He knows.
No, no, not a jolly old world traveler in a satin red outfit but someone of far greater importance. Someone whom millions of people the world over talk to in every human language from even the most remote regions of the globe-every single day. 24/7.
I call Him God / Jesus / Holy Spirit. Others refer to him by monikers such as Yahweh, Abba, Jehovah, Elohim or Allah, to name a few. But however you choose to reach out to Him, he's listening and watching and just, you know, there.
Yet, some question whether or not He really is there - if indeed there truly is a higher being, a greater power, an omnipotent force in the world and beyond it.
I say to the non-believers: Poppycock.
Of course He's there. Open your eyes and look around at the beauty of nature, at the joy of family and friends, at the blessings of song and dance and color and texture and taste, etc. Behold all the magnificence that is our life.
Oh, He's there.
This I tried to convince one of my beloved family members recently, as we engaged in an exhaustive debate about the existence of God. I fervently maintained - then and now - that God is the source of all good in the world, and He gave us a free will to make the choices which shape our lives. He rebutted that it was his own sense of right and wrong that drives him. I offered that it is our conscience which guides us.
"Right. My own choice," said he. "Yes, born of your God-given free will," I smiled. We swayed to and fro for about an hour - neither of us relinquishing our stance. Not to worry, I still love him; just need to pray for him a little more, methinks.
It's not easy to combat the cynicism and doubt of those who challenge faith, to be sure. But then again, that's why they call it faith, no? And my mustard seed is feeling mighty strong indeed.
Look, every human has doubts, and certainly I don't have all the answers of creation, actuality or life, in general. I can't tell you specifically what caused the Big Bang; but I am absolutely certain who caused it.
I asked my trusted advisor and dear pal Father Christopher Cicero, a Trumbull County native, to help a sister out with this one.
Here's what he said: "In my mind, believing is more reasonable than not believing. Think of the beauty and complexity of the world. Science is showing us that nature is richer and more wondrous than we ever thought possible. Confronted with this reality, I ask myself a simple question: 'Is it reasonable that all of this brilliance, with its harmony and microscopic intelligibility is just a fluke?'"
Heck no, Padre.
Father Christopher went on to explain that, while evolution may have its place in the development of the cosmos, to say that it alone explains the bounty we have received here on earth seems irrational to him.
He summarized with this: "Faith gives meaning to everything. In faith, the joys and sorrows of life are encounters with the mystery of God. The God who is love is the reason I am here and you are here, this faith gives me hope that life is worth living and that who I am and what I do actually matters."
Indeed. And, on one final note, I submit to you that I need look no further than the miracle of my son, the greatest joy and blessing of my life, to find all the proof I need.
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and big fan of the man upstairs. Send her a big old AMEN at firstname.lastname@example.org. And be good, for goodness sake!