I've neither seen, nor visited the source of the Mississippi. I just know that it exists by its presence, it's power, and its parting of our land. This is God, to me. Honestly, I care not for His origin, as much I care for His presence, His power, and His impartation in my life. If I were ever asked to prove that God exists, I am not sure how I would handle that, being as impatient as I can be at times. Maybe I'd say, "God exists in a similar fashion to the doubt in your mind." Can you trace that doubt to its very source? Is it based on things seen, but not fully understood? I was brought into the realm of God at a very early age, at St. James Major Catholic Church, right there, D.I.P. (Deep In Prichard), Alabama. Mostly, church was more of a routine and ritual, in my early years. As I got older, things learned in church often did not match up with the actions of people outside of church. Then, there were things I witnessed in the church, that made me doubt this God story.
By the time I made it to the 12th grade, I was more of an Agnostic than anything. I believed that there was a higher power, but His involvement with man had been nonexistent since Adam and Eve screwed the world up for us all. I believed, strongly, that mankind was left to self-destruct while God watched from a far away place with no desire to intervene. It was not until my early twenties that I was able to look back over my life and see that God, whose beginning I know not, was there the entire time. These times when I know His hand was heaviest in, around, and on my life, are like the bridges I've used to cross the Mississippi, in and out of Louisiana; in and out of Arkansas. Though never seeing its source, I've seen its presence, sat along side its presence, fished in its presence, and have even had a hand in its presence. Simply put, I know God is real and I know God exists, by His presence in my life.
Bryan Hollomon Williams