This sounds very unhealthy. There are people who "just believe" that they are Napoleon Bonaparte too.
Heh. Lets rephrase then, shall we? I believe because, despite my knowledge of all the reasons not to and my well reasoned arguments against doing so, belief was instilled in me. I have no explanation for it; the fact that it happened to
me is sufficient reason for me to accept it.
How would Christian faith be any more valid, if evidence be irrelevant, than the faith of a Muslim, Satanist or Hindu?
It strikes me as odd that one's eternal life would lie in the luck of the draw, so to speak.
So this gets a bit closer to the heart of the issue.
For me, faith is the process by which we try to understand God. It is an incorporation of belief that profoundly affects you and changes how you view the world and your place in it. It is inconceivable to a person of faith that their hopes and dreams aren't true. Rather, this possibility is only ever expressed as a fear; it's never 'I could be wrong,' but rather, "what meaning would life have if I were wrong?'
But it is not truth, at least not in the sense that it endows me with rights to act and claim it as knowledge to the world. To me though, it feels like truth, and I am striving to live up to it, as best as I can.
This is the conclusion that I came to in solving your greater dilemma:
All paths lead to God; the important thing is to find a path and take a step. God will take you the rest of the way.
And by all paths, I mean all paths. Including Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Taoism, Bahai, Zoroaster etc. Whatever you hold to be true, what you believe with all your heart, that is the springboard that launches you into exploration of the divine.
This, to a great many people who have allowed faith to become static and dogmatic, is anathema to their belief systems; impossible to reconcile with doctrines that preach the absoluteness of revealed truth. But I believe that people who cling to the minutiae of faith are missing the big picture. The saying goes; “The Devil’s in the details.” If that’s true, then God is the broad strokes encompassing everything.
If I ask a hundred men to draw a tree, each one will create a different image. Some will be accurate, some will be interpretive. Some will be colorful, some will be grim. The images might inspire, or depress; provoke thought, calm or confrontation.
But none of them will be a tree.
All we are capable of creating are impressions, or representations of the way we view the world; we can’t create actual truth. Are some men inspired by a deeper connection to the divine? I believe so. I’ve read portions of the Bible that made my heart sing, and others that had the clear residue of men promoting their own legends out of self interest. I’ve come to believe that there are always men who are a little closer to God than the rest of us; we call them prophets and we hang on their words, and that’s fine; truth tends to call out to those who are looking for it. But we also have to remember that, though touched by a power beyond our knowledge they might be, they are still just men, capable of all the grace and the sin that comes with that condition.
If faith is a process, then it is one of learning and adapting to new information and new thought. That means it is, fundamentally, questioning. Each of the world’s religion’s grew out of a slightly different way of asking the same questions; who are we, why are we here, for what purpose is life, the universe and everything? The way we ask those questions is a product of our cultural differences; the answers we come up with are just that; answers we’ve come up with. Faith should be about constantly trying to ask the right questions; it should cause us to ponder the immensity of the creation we’re trying to understand, and our place in it. It’s when we try to answer those questions, canonically and irrevocably, that we counteract the virtues of faith with our wrongheaded need to be right; to control the process; to place our stamp upon it.
I’m not suggesting that we shouldn’t look for answers, but rather that we should test the answers we come up with, modify them, and let them grow and change as we grow and change. The universe is in a process of constant expansion and flux; if God created it that way with intent, it seems absurd to assume that the process by which we understand it should be static.
To abuse the tree analogy again; each branch of a tree is different; but they all connect to the same tree. From the perspective of the tree, is any one branch “right?”
Faith, for me, is the process by which I try to connect myself to the Will and Intent that formed all of Creation and elevate my life and the lives of those around me through the attempt; does God truly care if the road by which I come to Him isn’t Christian Variant Number Seven Thousand, Three Hundred and Forty Two?