I have never been a deeply religious person.
And it’s not that I do not believe in God.
It’s just that I have never relied on God too much, unlike people who go to any length to please Him to pass exam(s), to have children, to get married.......and not necessarily in that order.
And unlike most, I do not even make God a scapegoat for all my 'earthly' problems.
So, the previous evening, I was experiencing one of those perfectly blank moments during which I was thinking – why do people believe in God?
And while I meandered through the well-trodden paths, the power went kaput.
There’s nothing to be afraid of the dark. Yet, I experienced a momentary feeling of disorientation – a sense of being lost. I could sense a sudden tension stiffen my limbs as my eyes searched in the gloom for something .....what..... I did not know. Memories which I thought that I had suppressed threatened to burst forth in full flow.
It was at this moment that my glance was drawn to the faint glow of light emanating from the kitchen – it was from the single lamp lit for God. When surrounded by darkness, there was so much of comfort derived from that single source of light that my tension evaporated. And I felt immensely relieved.
At this precise moment I understood why I believe in God....and my faith was re-affirmed.