Jellyfish and other things

I went to what used to be called the New Jersey State Aquarium today. Now it's run by some private company. Anyway, I was looking at translucent orange jellyfish and was struck again that it is practically impossible for me to believe that God does not exist. At the same time, I'm hanging out with my friend Dave who I grew up with in Indiana and we're talking about faith. It's pretty clear from the conversations that we're having that I'm really not very convinced of anything other than God's existence. At best, I think we make a guess based on what we experience in our lives. At the end of the day, will God honor a life of devotion to a faith that we hope is true? Who knows. But I know that I cannot at this time in my life speak with much conviction about the deeper things in life. If the world is so big and there is so much that we don't know, how can we speak with such certainty about things? Aren't we simply at the mercy of this God to impart truth to us as we need it? In my mind and being, the Bible seems true, Jesus seems to be the son of God, sin seems to be a real problem in the world, and a life of love seems to be the most fulfilling for everyone involved. But on what grounds can I claim any absolute knowledge of these things? Not much, I think. Who wants another beer?