For me when I say, ‘I believe,’ I am admitting, ‘I don’t know.’
I know that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I know that night follows day, and day follows night, week after week, month after month,…
I know I will die some day.
But I don’t know whether god really exists or not.
The conclusions from this insight are that
I can not say my religion is the right one while others’ religions are wrong ones. How can I say my religion is right while others are wrong when I don’t know my god exists or not?
I respect others’ religions as I respect my own. Tolerance is the end result.
Then why do I believe in god whom I don’t know really exists or not?
I believe because my faith in god has given me the meaning for my existence and the strength to go through life’s trials and tribulations.
The word, ‘believe’, is a powerful word. One who believes in himself can do miracles, like Olympians who can run a mile under 4 minutes, who can break 100 m under 10 seconds,… One who believes in god can whether the many storms of life and comes out strong. One who believes in god finds meaning in his life and lives accordingly.
The danger to believing is that some believes that they god is the right god; their god is the only god; and their mission in life is to propagate their faith to others at any costs. Then all the hell breaks loose.