Stories of people believing in god and heaven are not evidence that god and heaven exist.
1 million digits of Pi at the beginning of Genesis, coupled with a checksum at the end of Revelation would be pretty convincing. Is that something that is not within the scope of your god's abilities?
That wouldn't convince me of a damn thing. If somebody can provide a check sum they can do the math. It would convince me that there are a million digits in pi and I already knew that. I would simply add math to the many wonderful things that the God I don't believe in purported to do.
The God I believe in can't be found via proof or via external demonstration. God can only be known from within by effect. The state of oneness that any human being can discover when experienced changes turns the world on its head and inside out. It is an experience of love and the end of doubt. I do not believe in God but I know that what pulls on and convinced all religious people there is an ultimate mystery is because one exists. I know it because I have tasted it.
It is very simple. No miracles other than the fact that the ego can die despite its best efforts to avoid it, no belief required, no form of the experience that can convey it to others, only fingers and bridges and all of which are misunderstood.
I was a seeker. I was driven by the question, what is the matrix and while deep in contemplation of what was driving me I got flushed out a hole in the back of my head, in a single instant I had a flash of insight that united my whole self in a higher understanding, I became the force that drove me and it was love. I was the one(ness) but I didn't exist. Only awareness did.
So stop doubting gods that don't exist, challenging religious beliefs filled with absurd things and look for God and His attribute love, in the only place he exists, your own human heart. You were created in his image or if you prefer, he was created in yours. Find your true self, the one that is left when all the assumptions you make that cloud your vision are taken away. You have to let go of assumptions because they are the product of ego. Do not forget that you do not know anything, but you are everything and you can know that when you let go of a need to know.
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Rumi:
Listen to the story told by the reed,
of being separated.
Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.
Anyone apart from someone he loves
understands what I say.
Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.
At any gathering I am there,
mingling in the laughing and grieving,
a friend to each, but few
will hear the secrets hidden
within the notes. No ears for that.
Body flowing out of spirit,
spirit up from body: no concealing
that mixing. But it's not given us
to see the soul. The reed flute
is fire, not wind. Be that empty.
Hear the love fire tangled
in the reed notes, as bewilderment
melts into wine. The reed is a friend
to all who want the fabric torn
and drawn away. The reed is hurt
and salve combining. Intimacy
and longing for intimacy, one
song. A disastrous surrender
and a fine love, together. The one
who secretly hears this is senseless.
A tongue has one customer, the ear.
A sugarcane flute has such effect
because it was able to make sugar
in the reedbed. The sound it makes
is for everyone. Days full of wanting,
let them go by without worrying
that they do. Stay where you are
inside sure a pure, hollow note.
Every thirst gets satisfied except
that of these fish, the mystics,
who swim a vast ocean of grace
still somehow longing for it!
No one lives in that without
being nourished every day.
But if someone doesn't want to hear
the song of the reed flute,
it's best to cut conversation
short, say good-bye, and leave.
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