WhyPeople come to faith in all kinds of ways and for all kinds of reasons.

For some, faith in God helps make sense of complexity. They consider the galaxies and the stars, the physical intricacies of the universe from the sub-atomic through to the intergalactic level, and the place of our tiny little blue-green planet within this great cosmic sweep, and are inevitably left with a number of questions: Where did it all come from? How did it happen? What does it all mean? Why are we here and where are we going? For these people, God provides the foundation for the most robust answers to these types of questions.

For others, it’s still about meaning, but at the personal rather than the cosmic level. They look at the world around them – the rat race, the endless pursuit of status and comfort, the unending quest for some kind of satisfaction amid a sea of emptiness – and find within themselves a longing for something truer and deeper. For these people, God gives a genuine sense of identity and purpose that they can’t find anywhere else.

For others still, it’s less about finding the “meaning of life” and more about the assurance that faith brings. In a world that can change bewilderingly quickly, knowing that there is an unchanging, faithful God of love provides a reliable compass by which they can navigate their way through the twists and turns of life.

Of course, these are not real people; they’re just three portraits I’ve thrown together to highlight some of the reasons why people find and hold onto faith in God. In practice, faith is a complex, multi-faceted thing, and most of us would struggle to nail down any one reason why we believe as we do.

What about me? To some extent, I see myself in all of the above. To me, God provides the most elegant answers to the cosmic questions of time, space and existence; He answers the deepest soul-questions of identity and meaning with which philosophers have grappled through the ages; and He grounds my heart in the never-ending ocean of His love.

But there’s another reason why I cling onto faith in God that surpasses even all of these: I’m broken and I need a healer. In fact, unless someone can offer me new life, I’m a dead man. So at this point, all my eggs are in one basket, all my money is one horse. All my faith and hope is in Jesus.

I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
(John 11:25-26)

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