Neither you nor I have evidence that he did which is the relevant point. I don't know about you but I only accept things as true that have some basis in objective reality.
You want proof. I understand. I was just like you once. Actually, I was a lot worse.
A LOT worse.
I was subjected to every possible abuse as a child. I won't go into details.
Some of the people who were inflicting that abuse on me were the same people bringing me to church every Sunday.
So you can imagine how I felt toward this God of theirs.
When I read the bible, or heard the bible read to me in church, the impression I got was God was a raging asshole. He was constantly smiting people, turning them into salt, nuking their cities, slaying whole civilizations. I saw nothing but contradictions and ridiculous fables.
For some reason I never heard any of the parts about God's forgiveness and mercy. Those parts never penetrated my hardened heart.
I spent decades going after religious people. While I was on active duty, I interrogated every holy man I could. I was aggressive as hell.
If I encountered a fellow servicemember who was religious, I would sneer and be mean to them. I held them in contempt and considered them stupid. I would throw the same questions at them as you did just now.
I still cringe sometimes at my treatment toward one particular man who was a born-again evangelical. He was one of the kindest people I ever knew who truly walked the walk of his biblical principles. He once invited me to his church, and I showed up drunk and made an ass of myself and completely disrespected him and the congregation.
And when my older brother, who had also been abused, died as one of the earliest victims of AIDS from abusing IV drugs, this incredible man reached out to me and I viciously spurned him.
I have spent a great deal of energy trying to find this man over the past few years to make a reconciliation with him. But he appears to be either as adverse to social media as I am, or he's dead.
There's a reason I'm telling you all this. Please bear with me.
In July 1993, something beyond explanation happened to me. Something so profound I did not tell anyone about it for half a decade, with the exception of my girlfriend at the time who saw it in me the moment she laid eyes on me when I arrived home. When she opened the front door, she took one look at me and said factually, "You found God."
I had what can best be described as a white light experience. There are no words in our language which fully capture it.
I was completely enveloped by a white light while driving my vehicle. It lasted for some time, but I don't know exactly how long.
Have you ever been in total darkness? Not a single photon visible? Well, this was the exact opposite of that. I could see nothing but whiteness. I was literally blinded by the light, as the song goes.
And in that whiteness, I felt the unmistakable presence of God.
I so wish I could define and explain what that presence was like.
And I experienced true awe. When people say God is awesome...yeah.
Then it was gone and I found myself back behind the wheel of a moving vehicle on a country highway in Mississippi!
Curried, the next time I picked up a bible and read it, it was an entirely different book. It suddenly made perfect sense and it was like breathing pure oxygen. I started laughing uncontrollably that first time, the difference was that amazing.
And that's the thing about faith. It's personal. It's a one-on-one relationship and you either believe or you don't.
God can't be proven with an oscilloscope. That's just the way it is.
I wish I could lay hands on people and make them believe. But that's just my ego and not God's will.
I can only tell you my story.