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From my girlfriend's work about Faith and religions. I myself believe in God.
...Sometimes, life puts a person in a difficult situation, when they have nothing left to be proud of, nothing they loved, valued, or cherished. They go to church... It doesn't matter if it's a church or a mosque; they go there without really understanding why. Maybe they simply have nowhere else to go? Maybe. But before, they were an atheist; they didn't care where they came from or who created them; they simply didn't ask themselves that question. Why would they? They were happy; they had everything! Why bother with a question that seems to play no role in their life? But after losing everything, a person turns to God and asks, "Why? What happened?" What do they want to hear? Why don't they go to the zoo to talk to relatives of their ancestors, have a heartfelt conversation with them about "Why?" and "What happened?" Why?
In reality, it's difficult to believe in God, difficult to believe in the Bible or the Quran; this is understandable. Ask a person on the street, "Do you believe in the Bible?" You won't get a clear answer. Why? Few people want to talk about this topic openly.
"I live in a modern society, and I need to keep up with the times to be happy and secure. How can I believe in some God? Or the Bible? It hasn't given me anything personally. If it exists, why is there so much chaos in our country and in the world? Why doesn't it intervene? It's nonsense! Young people, stop wasting my time; go do something useful!"
I've heard even bolder answers, BUT! I've seen this woman in the Temple at least five times! What's going on?...