There are people who have evidence that God exists but others don't believe them

[God is love]

There have been people who have seen and heard angels but some people don't believe them.
There are some who have received messages from an Angel such as Mohammad in the Quran, Abraham in the old testement, Mary, the Virgin Mary in the new testement and several others in the bible. Moses said He spoke with God.

There are people in more recent times that have had after death experiences and have described a white light, Betty Eadie of "Embraced By The Light" fame has seen Jesus Christ and spoke with Him.

There are accounts of people's encounters with God but there are those that didn't witness these encounters who must see it to believe it. They need an encounter themselves.
They need to do the litmus test, see for themselves.
God has said in James 1:5 " If any of you lack wisdom let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not and it shall be given him."
In other words ASk, ask Him.

 

[Jaymes]

I really don't understand why people don't believe me when I say I've seen the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I and many others have felt the touch of His Noodly Appendage, but just because they haven't felt it for themselves, they don't believe us.

 

[Valjean]

The problem is, God is Love, that people claiming divine communication are a dime a dozen (a euro the gross?), and may be found in abundance in any institution for the mentally ill.

 

[joeboonda]

That someone experienced it so it must be true, is called existentialism, and there is now an idea called religious existentialism, where someone says they had some religious experience, therefore it must be valid. I myself, being a christian, do not agree with that, but I do believe in the truth of the holy scriptures. In the Bible Jesus did miracles, and the apostles proclaimed his ressurrection with sign and miracles following to prove they were telling the truth. Now days, I have the written word, so I don't need some tongue-speaking, prophesying, faith-healing charismatic to tell me "God told me to tell you...blah blah blah" I have God's word, and that is all I need. Just thought I'd say that.

 

[Pah]

There have been people who have seen and heard angels but some people don't believe them.
There are some who have received messages from an Angel such as Mohammad in the Quran, Abraham in the old testement, Mary, the Virgin Mary in the new testement and several others in the bible. Moses said He spoke with God.

There are people in more recent times that have had after death experiences and have described a white light, Betty Eadie of "Embraced By The Light" fame has seen Jesus Christ and spoke with Him.

There are accounts of people's encounters with God but there are those that didn't witness these encounters who must see it to believe it. They need an encounter themselves.
They need to do the litmus test, see for themselves.
God has said in James 1:5 " If any of you lack wisdom let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not and it shall be given him."
In other words ASk, ask Him.

My post-death experience was in fog on a road with a fork - one way death; the other, a return to life. Guess which one I chose.

We have had some women in the past few years that have spoken or listened to God and gone off and killed their children. We call those women crazy and/or put them in jail.

All we get when asking God is an echo of ourselves. Who is there to really ask?

 

[greatcalgarian]

Charles Templeton has an encounter with God/HolySpirit during his young day, became the famous Canadian Evangelist, preached together with Billy Graham, went to study in Theological Colleges, and ended up as an Agnostic/Atheist.
http://www.templetons.com/charles/memoir/
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0771085087/102-7038170-6734560?v=glance

One morning, I returned home at 3:00 a. m. after party. For no obvious reason I was heavy with depression. There was a mirror in the entrance hall of our home, and I paused before it for perhaps a minute. I didn't like the man I saw there. I went softly down the hall, not wanting to awaken mother, but she heard me and called out, and I went to sit on the side of her bed.


She began to talk about God, about the happiness her faith had brought her, and about how she longed to see me with the other children in church. I heard little of what she was saying; my mind was doing an inventory of my life. Suddenly. it seemed empty and wasted and sordid. I said, "I m going to my room.?/p> As I went down the hall, I was forming a prayer in my head, but as I knelt by my bed in the darkness, my mind was strangely vacant; thoughts and words wouldn't come to focus. After a moment, it was as though a black blanket had been draped over me. A sense of enormous guilt descended and invaded every part of me. I was unclean.
Involuntarily, I began to pray, my face upturned, tears streaming. The only words I could find were, "Lord, come down. Come done. Come down. . . .?



It may have been minutes later or much longer - there was no sense of time - but I found myself my head in my hands, crunched small on the floor at the center of a vast emptiness. The agonizing was past. It had left me numb, speechless, immobilized, alone, tense with a sense of expectancy. In a moment, a weight began to lift, a weight as heavy as I. It passed through my thighs, my belly, my chest, my arms, my shoulders and lifted off entirely. I could have leaped over a wall. An ineffable warmth began suffuse every corpuscle. It seemed that a light and turned on in my chest and its refining fire had cleansed me. I hardly dared breathe, fearing that I might end or alter the moment. I heard myself whispering softly, over and over, "Thank you, Lord. Thank you. Thank you. . . .?/p> After a while I went to mother's room. She saw my face, said, "Oh, Chuck. . !" and burst into tears. We talked for an hour.
When I went back to my bedroom, dawn was just breaking. I undressed, drew the shade, climbed into bed, and lay motionless in the diminishing darkness, bathed in a radiant, overwhelming happiness. Outside, the birds began their first tentative singing and I began to laugh, softly, out of an indescribable sense of well being at the center of an exultant, allencompassing joy.

I had gone to Princeton hoping to resolve some of the questions that were eroding my faith. Paramount among them was the question: Who was Jesus of Nazareth? Was he a moral and spiritual genius or was he, as the Christian church has always held,? ''very God of very God''?
One night I went to the golf course rather late. I had attended a movie and something in the film had set to vibrating an obscure chord in my consciousness. Standing with my face to the heavens tears streaming, I heard dog bark of in the distance and, from somewhere, faintly. eerily, a baby crying. Suddenly I was caught up in a transport. It seemed that the whole of creation-trees, flowers, clouds, the skied, the very heavens, all of time and space and God Himself-was weeping. I knew somehow that they were weeping for mankind: for our obduracy, our hatreds, our ten thousand cruelties, our love of war and violence. And at the heart of this eternal sorrow I saw the shadow of a cross, with the silhouetted figure on it...weeping.

When I became conscious of my surroundings again, I was lying on the wet grass, convulsed by sobs. I had been outside myself and didn't know for how long. Later, I couldn't sleep and trembled as thought with a fever at the thought that I had caught a glimpse through the veil.
I began to have a problem with my health. I was thirty-five and thought myself to be in perfect physical condition, but I began to suffer frequent pains in the chest. Oddly, the pain never troubled me while preaching, but mornings I would find myself short of breath, with a tightness in my chest and a numbness radiating to my forearms and hands. One morning in Cincinnati, I finally gave in and went to see a doctor. Every test was applied; there was no evidence of a problem with my heart.