Believing in the invisible.

I was 9 years old the day I decided God existed. I was on the playground and Daniel H. kicked down a sapling tree and it broke in half. Being the environmentalist that I was, I ran to Ms. Johnson's classroom, grabbed duct tape out of her drawer, and returned to put the tree back together. It was a Friday so I was going to have to wait until Monday to check on my patient. That Monday morning I removed the tape little by little, revealing the sapling's two pieces completely connected. I decided that I had witnessed a miracle. The only one I had ever heard of before this was the birth of my baby sister, and since I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, this tree became the first miracle I believed in.
This morning, I was stopped to fill out a short survey on science as proof against creation. I refused. The gentleman quickly replied, "These are facts, you can't ignore facts. If you want to keep on believing in the invisible that's fine, but it's obviously wrong."
What is it about human nature that requires an answer for everything? Why is believing in the invisible seen as ridiculous? Science gives you answers, physical answers, whether they are right or wrong or interpreted correctly doesn't seem to matter. Still, science can't answer everything; FAITH can.
In my manuscript, Believing Windmills, I use the analogy of the windmills I used to watch on long trips with my family. The wind is in essence invisible until we see what it does, how it flows through the trees and through the windmills. We believe in wind don't we? Faith is believing that what you see is the result of the invisible as well as the physical. Faith is not needing facts to define the world around you.

Next time you pass a windmill, you can use a scientific measure of force and get out of your car to discover what is causing it to move, OR you can just BELIEVE.