If I decide to believe in Jesus Christ, or Mohammed, or whomever, just so I don't go to Hell and go to Heaven (or Paradise or wherever) when I die, then I don't really believe do I?
Whuh? So you choose not to suffer the consequences of living beyond the light of the Father... meaning you choose to avoid the death that comes when you choose not to believe... and you claim that this is evidence that you actually do not believe?
Try this... next time you're taking a swim... choose to believe that you can live without returning to the other side of the fluid environment and draw another breath. I mean if you really believe that you can live under water... you will; right?
So then why would I choose to believe?
You choose to believe because you know that what you believe is the truth.
How do I choose to believe?
You make an overt decision to accept what you know and to act upon that understanding.
What makes your religion so special that you know its the right one out of all the others out there?
I don't see that there is a huge distinction... each religion simply recognizes the instinctive understanding that we are part of something larger. And describes that in terms our brain is designed to understand... what that something is, is beyond our means to understand and to even understand it would be pointless; how could it possibly matter? We don't possess the means to challenge that something; we've no means to reject it's authority and establish our own in it's stead... That something is not a government which holds us in bondage... IT IS US... simply us on a level beyond our means to comprehend.
I know my religion is THE Religion... it is the truth... that is what makes it special.
That you or someone else rejects that truth does not change it...
If you came to my front door and said: Where do you live? I would tell you that 'this is my home'... You would say: Prove it.
And while I might think you unstable, I may decide to walk to the counter and pick up the light bill and show you my license and say: See Friend, this is me and as you can see the utility company has sent me a post, knowing that I am the rightfull owner of this property.
You may look at that and declare that such is not evidence that this is where I live... you may demand that this is merely evidence of where I get my mail and so on...
You see my evidence and you reject it... and that is a difficult thing to overcome; as it reuires greater and greater detail, until we're standing at the courthouse and you see the record that reflects my ownership of that property... and you reject THAT... claiming that this is merely a record of deed, that simply assigns me a termporal entitlement... and within the analogy, this would be a crisis in faith, if your ascension to my belief were critical to the validity of my belief.
But your ascension is not critical to my belief... your ascension is, in point of fact, irrelevant to my faith.
I see the evidence, I recognize it as sufficient an understanding to compell my own ascension; and your doubts, your belief, is wholly your own... and one for which you're responsible; a choice to which you will answer on that great gettin' up mornin'.
That you are compelled to ask these questions, is enough evidence to prove that you know the answer and are desperate to avoid your responsibility... demanding greater levels of evidence to reject... in preparation for your personal, individual trial; which will result in your own final judgment.
I'd like to wish you good luck on that... but luck has nothing to do with it; as in that moment of clarity, all of your rationalizations will melt away and you'll be standing their intellectually naked... knowing the truth, even as you know it now; only then, you'll have no reason to reject it... no means to reject it; no facade with which to drape it... and you'll succumb to that knowledge... entirely too late.
How do I know that I exist? I simply know... and by the same means... I am lead by my understanding to know.
How can I not believe what I know?
Faith is the vessel by which we travel, towards getting to the place which we cannot yet touch, but which our understanding assures us is our distination.
You woke up this morning did you not? And you left your bed on the faith that you would go somewhere... you knew that this place was there, despite there being no certainty that you would get there, that this place even existed... beyond your understanding that they existed... thus your faith that when you traveled there, that they would be there.