So to make the bible make sense, you have to cherry pick the meanings, and the ones you can't wrap your head around, you change. Quite a few people here do that.
I never said that the Bible made sense. Matter of fact, one of the things that I learned from Jewish scholars is that much of the Bible's meaning is wrapped up in parables, or stories that make a point. Jesus knew this, which is why He was able to debate with the rabbis in the Temple, as well as that was the reason why He spoke in parables as well.
However..................in my personal life, I have seen things that are evidence to me that God exists, and I think that eventually, there will be enough science to prove that He does.
There's no actual proof that Jesus did or said what is written in the bible. It's all hearsay. As for your own evidence of god, that's pretty meaningless, just saying.
Well, to YOU it might seem meaningless, but to me it was proof that there was some kind of Higher Power watching over me. Several things have happened, and that is why I believe in God. I can't prove to you that He exists, but the evidence in my life makes me say He does.
So what happened?
Well, in the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, I decided that I didn't want to live with my foster family anymore, because they were using me for a paycheck, rather than treating me like a member of the family. I was getting hand me down clothes, and my foster brother was getting new clothes. Well, came to find out that the mother was buying new clothes for Kenny, and sending in the receipts to the foster organization, claiming they were for me. She also nixed an outdoor summer camp that the foster organization was going to pay for, because Kenny couldn't go.
Well, I ran away a couple of times before that, but always ended up being forced back. This time, when I ran away, Vince (my caseworker) told me that if I didn't go back, I would have to pay to stay at the runaway home. So, I told him I'd go back. As luck would have it, the bus from Helena Mt. to Missoulla Mt was running a bit early, and I missed getting on the bus. I then called Vince and told him what happened. He told me to stay at the station until the next bus left for Missoulla.
Since I didn't really want to go back, I asked the ticket agent how much to go to Chicago. He said 300 dollars, which I didn't have. I then asked where the next bus was going and he said Great Falls (which is where my Grandparents lived). I asked how much, and he said 25 bucks. Well, I had around 30 on me, so I got a ticket and went to Great Falls. When I got there, I started to head towards Vaughn (small town outside Great Falls where my Grandparents were, about 10 miles away), and because I still had money, I stopped at a truck stop on the edge of town to get something to eat.
On my way out, crossing the parking lot, 3 college kids stopped and asked if I needed a ride. I said sure, I'm going to Vaughn, and would like to be let out there.
They then told me they were college guys headed back to Missoulla, and would take me all the way there if I wanted. I said no, Vaughn would be fine, and that is where I got out.
That is just one example in my life where I feel God was offering me a choice for what I wanted to do with my life. If I had stayed, I would have had a full ride to college, but because I ran away to go back to my Grandparents, that option was no more.
I ended up joining the military and haven't regretted it since.