If you were to ask me why I believe in God, I could talk about my Catholic upbringing, the times in my life when prayers have been answered, the times when they haven’t, the feeling of just “knowing” God was there. But every time summer comes around, and I bite into a strawberry that tastes so good I’m pretty sure I’m close to Heaven, I wonder how anyone could experience this and not believe there’s a God.
So, I’ve said it. Fruit makes me believe in God. Every time I bite into an orange and the juice explodes in my mouth, every time I pull a cherry off the stem with my teeth, every time I stop at a grocery store on a long drive because I can’t go any further without a nectarine or plum, I give thanks. I give thanks that God has created a world for us that produces something utterly perfect without any need for us to interfere (although we still do!), that it produces something that satisfies my tyrannical sweet-tooth while still nourishing my body. That, despite the fact that grocery aisles are full of ridiculously-over-processed food, God really has given us everything we need straight from the earth.
You can take this sense of amazement and expand it, to be amazed by the rustle of the leaves in the trees, or the the sun that has lit our way long before electricty, or the beauty of a full moon. I once read an article by a scientist who came to believe in God through science, through realizing that there would always be questions that didn’t have answers. My faith works in a similar way. The more I learn about the world, the more humble I become. And just in case I ever need reminding, summer comes around again.