If we choose faith, we must suspend our reason in order to believe in something higher than reason-
(Once again, I'm trying to take on a heady issue, in which there may or may not be any right answers, except for those that are right for the individuals.)
I was always taught, (remember, I was raised by a man who did make his novitiate in the Franciscan orders)
to look at it through the eyes of Hebrews 11:1 :
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.- New American Version (I go between this and the KJV)
So, in essence:
Faith is believing, without absolute proof. We HOPE we're doing right, we HOPE that our faith will make us whole, without the burden of scientific proof. I don't know if you could look at my experiences with faith and how they shaped me under a microscope.
One of the biggest kicks in the rear from God was during a very hard time in 2003. Try looking at this scientifically, or from a "logical" standpoint, and you might just see what numerous people look at on the streets daily. I saw an angel of sorts.
I left after classes one afternoon, heading off to my job at the Citizen's Environmental Coalition in Buffalo here. I had a lot on my mind, I'd just finished midterms, was in an awful relationship and saw no end in sight, and was, a little out of it and not myself. I had to go from bus to the subway system to get further downtown. I sat next to a sweet, bedraggled middle-aged lady, dressed as those who live on the streets often are. She asked me for some money for food, I offered a meal at the next stop instead, if she was really serious about being hungry. We got off, and I bought her a burger and sat and ate with her. She told me, very seriously, "Something will happen today, hold on and pray, and you'll be OK." I kind of brushed her off as a sweet but slightly loopy crazy person, but thanked her, smiled, and we went our separate ways.
Later, after a fast dinner with my boss, we headed out, discussing environmental manners and at that moment, Senator Bruno and the Super Fund sites.
I was careful, crossing a street right by Buffalo's youth corrections facility, the West Ferry Detention Center--- and yet, suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman ran a redlight and the car hit me before I could react! There was glass shattered, I got thrown up on the hood, and there were cuts and bruises, but nothing more. I swear, I heard a familiar little voice (one I'd dismissed as being a kook) say, not physically, but more through the air- "See, I told you he'd protect you".
So, that's what reaffirmed a lagging faith for me, with all sorts of nuttiness wearing me down. I call her my Angel of The Subway.