A Quadriplegic’s Autobiography by JQuisumbing
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Chapter 1 – He is Real
One question that was always asked of me was, ‘Can I prove that God is real?’
Common sense tells us that no human being could ever give a satisfying answer. But yet, the apostle Peter wrote that we should always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks us to give the reason for the hope that we have. And that we do this with gentleness and respect. (1 Peter 3:15)
Keeping the last part of verse 15 in mind, let me say that I do not consider it my place to make you believe that God is real. I don’t think I could anyway, just like the same way you could not convince me that He is not real. So, how does one get through this enigmatic situation? For myself, it’s again simple. I don’t have to. The Scriptures say that you already know that He is… deep down.
For what can be known about God is plain to mankind, because God has shown it to them. For His invisible attributes, namely, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So that mankind is without excuse. (Romans 1:19,20 ESV)
Somehow, I always knew HE was there. Of course, I could not really explain how I knew until the words of the Bible were made clear in my latter days. For instance, the passage above said that God’s divine nature is clearly seen in the things that have been made… that is, in creation… in nature.
Back in the 1960s, my family took a weekend excursion to the Redwood forest. This was my first time in any forest. Being among those tall trees was fantastic, until our old station wagon drove right through a giant Redwood. I was blown away. I thought that tree was big, until I saw what my dad claimed was the grandfather of trees. It was so humongous… so colossal that I could not believe that it was real. To give you an idea how big that tree was, National Geographic featured a photo of it with 20 or so people encircling the base holding onto out-stretched hands. My eyes tried to follow the giant trunk up to its very top but I comically ended up falling backward. It’s a good thing my dad was close enough to catch me.
Trees are wonderous organisms. Wherever they are in the world, people have visited them from great distances. They cherish, revere and even celebrate them. The tree’s beauty and longevity have sparked inspiration in drawings, paintings, stories, and poetry. One of my favorite poems was written by an early-20th century American poet and a believer named Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) who wrote a classic about trees.
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
published in 1914
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Only GOD can make a tree!
To be continued…
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