When I told her this, she rolled her eyes at me and walked away, which led me to think:
Not a true believer.
I’m a reluctant atheist — someone who wishes he believed in a benevolent God and a spiritual realm called heaven — so given that faith has escaped me, I’m also a nonbeliever. I don’t believe in miracles, though I do believe in the miracle of human ingenuity and the occasional confluence of events that might seem miraculous but only amount to coincidence.
So not miracles in the sense of virgins becoming pregnant, but something more akin to miraculous probability, logic, and inspiration.
More like Coincidenaltism — the religion I founded three years ago. It currently has four members. Want to join?
But if I were a true believer, I’d need to believe anything is possible.
Right?
I’ve read the Bible cover-to-cover three times (plus parts of the Bible many, many times), and I can attest — even as a nonbeliever — that it’s filled with miracles. If the Scriptures are accurate, God was making miracles happen all the damn time.
So if I someday find faith in an all-powerful, all-seeing God, that faith will almost certainly come with the belief that anything can happen at any moment.
So unlike my Catholic friend, this would therefore undoubtedly include the possibility of a woman becoming pregnant despite her advanced age, any medical intervention, or the absence of sexual intercourse.
This strikes me as both wonderful and terrifying.
