A middle-class mother of three proclaims enthusiastically,
“I know that God is real, because he is at work in my life. He has worked wonders in guiding me to find a great job, in helping me mother my children, and being a good wife. He speaks to me constantly, through his Word and his Spirit. I do not know how I could not believe, given how very real he is to me.”
Now, imagine a widower in the slums of Calcutta. She has been forced into prostitution so that her starving children might have something to eat. Her days are spent in miserable conditions, and she despises every minute of her ‘occupation’. Could this woman express sentiments like that of the prior woman?
If God is real, why is he real only to this middle-class woman?