Anonymous wrote:I know this truth will be lost on many of you, but I heard God after my dad died when I was 15. I was alone crying in the bathroom and prayed to have a sign - I should never have asked since faith means not asking for proof. I didn't want proof of God only proof I was supposed to be living. I heard a bomb explode which sent me scurrying from the bathroom yelling for my mother. She just looked at me and said "what sound"...she heard nothing. I heard a gift from Heaven, and I am alive because of it. (Some may think I hallucinated the sound - doesn't matter - I received the message.) mjm
I lost my dad when I was 17 and I send you my sincere condolences for what happened to you, but honestly that is what is called a coincidence.
Here's another: when I was in high school a girl in the Senior class saw a rose bloom in the snow outside her house after a snowstorm. She took it as a message from The Virgin that she should become a nun. At the time, I said, "what if it was near the heater." That was not the first time I would be accused of having no faith, nor the last. Turns out that ultimately they were right. But guess what? After a year, she quit the nunnery and rejoined the worldly life.
Arguably, neither anecdote proves a thing ... and so it goes.
In the end, I don't need God to show himself.
To quote Robert De Niro (appearing on "Inside The Actor's Studio"): "If there is a God, he has a lot to answer for."