But, thankfully, it’s not the only way that one comes to believe in something.
Hearing can be believing. Someone’s story of redemption. A love song. Thunder in the distance. A parable.
Touching can be believing. A comforting hug. Sunshine on the face. A miraculously healed disease. The blessing hand of a priest.
Smelling can be believing. A Spring rain. Fresh-baked cookies. The laughter of innocence playing out in the yard. Incense at the altar.
Tasting can be believing. A snowflake on the tongue. Lemonade on a hot Summer day. A hearty late-night drink with friends. Bread and wine.
And then there is that inner knowing. A spiritual knowing. A deep intuition. What Hinduism and Buddhism call the third eye. What Christianity calls the Spirit of God. The strongest belief is often a river that flows beneath the surface of all the other senses.