There Is a God
This is a true story about a very good friend of mine a special forces military man by the name Luke.

It all began at work. Our entire crew was together, including my friend Luke and me. During a casual conversation, one of our coworkers suddenly said, "OMG" ("Oh my God").

At that exact moment, Luke raised his voice and declared, loud and clear:

"I do not believe in God. I do not believe in God."

He repeated it twice.

The way he said those words sent a chill through everyone. It wasn't anger. It wasn't a joke. There was something deeply painful behind his voice. Every one of us fell silent and looked at him with concern, but no one knew what to say.

That was the first time.

A few nights later, we were all together again.

Once more, someone casually said, "OMG."

Without hesitation, Luke immediately answered in the same loud, unmistakable voice:

"I do not believe in God. I do not believe in God."

Again, silence filled the room.

No one dared continue the conversation.

The third time was different.

It was just Luke and me working together that night. We were talking normally when, without thinking, I said, "OMG."

Immediately, he repeated those same words.

"I do not believe in God."

This time, I looked closely at him.

Most of the time I try to remain calm and observant, and as I watched him, I saw something that words cannot easily describe.

I saw pain.

Not ordinary pain, but deep, hidden suffering.

So I spoke gently.

"Luke... why? How come you don't believe in God? And what about Jesus Christ? Do you not believe in Him either?"

He couldn't answer.

His silence said everything.

So I continued.

"Were you exposed to many terrible things during your military missions?"

He slowly nodded.

"You witnessed things that most people only ever see in movies, didn't you?"

Again, he nodded.

I continued carefully.

"Those experiences made you question everything. They made you wonder how such evil could exist, and if God exists, why He would allow those things to happen... isn't that right?"

He couldn't speak.

The pain on his face became overwhelming.

It was agony.

At that moment I knew I needed to approach the conversation differently.

I changed the subject.

"Tell me something, Luke. During your missions, you always received intelligence before deployment, right? You knew where to go, what your objectives were, what to observe, what to identify."

He thought for a moment before answering.

"Yes. We always had intelligence. We couldn't simply go on missions without it."

I smiled.

"So... observe, identify, report."

He nodded.

That was the bridge I needed.

I suddenly asked him a strange question.

"Luke... do you know these machines we work with were actually made by aliens?"

He looked at me, confused.

Then he smiled.

"No. The machines, buddy. They were made by humans in factories. It's all documented."

I looked at the machines.

Then back at him.

"But you never actually watched them being built, did you? So maybe aliens made them."

Luke laughed.

"No. There are factories, engineers, blueprints, videos. Humans made them."

I continued.

"What about the components these machines produce? Maybe those were made by aliens."

Now he looked at me as though he wondered if I had lost my mind.

Still calm, he replied,

"No. The machines produce those components."

"But look how detailed they are," I insisted. "Surely machines couldn't create such precision."

Luke answered with absolute confidence.

"No, buddy. Humans designed the machines, and the machines produce the parts."

I smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Good," I said.

"Now let me ask you something else."

"Have you ever seen snow?"

He looked puzzled.

"Of course."

"Have you ever truly seen a star shaped snowflake?"

He smiled.

"Yes."

I gently shook my head.

"No, Luke. Have you ever really looked at one?"

Now he seemed genuinely curious.

I continued.

"I lived with snow for seventeen years. I played in it, built snowmen, walked through it countless times.

Yet I had never truly seen a snowflake.

Not until one day when I slowed down and paid attention."

I reached into my pocket.

"I'm going to take out my phone. The internet is off. I'm simply going to show you a photograph."

I opened my gallery and found the image and opened full screen.

Then I handed him my phone.

I wanted to show you something very small so you could begin thinking was a close-up photograph of a perfectly formed snowflake.

A tiny crystal with astonishing symmetry.

A masterpiece beyond anything I had ever imagined.

Luke took the phone.

He stared at the image.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Then something changed.

The expression on his face transformed completely.

The pain disappeared.

His face became peaceful.

His eyes lit up with understanding.

For someone trained in the military, those few seconds were filled with intense observation because in military training one second equals 1 minute for an non trained military.

Then he looked at me and quietly said,

"There is a God."

I smiled.

"I don't know, Luke. You tell me."

He slowly shook his head, looked again at the snowflake for another two seconds, and repeated with even greater certainty,

"There is a God."

I then told him about the first time I truly saw a snowflake.

It was at the very beginning of a snowfall.

The flakes drifted gently through the air.

As I looked closely, time itself seemed to stop.

There weren't one or two beautiful snowflakes.

There were countless of them.

Every single one carried an intricate pattern.

Every one appeared perfectly designed.

Completely unique.

I carefully caught one on my black glove and studied it.

Thinking the dark color might be creating an illusion, I removed my glove and caught another directly on my pointing fingertip.

It looked exactly the same.

Perfect.

Again.

And again.

Nearby, a young girl noticed my amazement.

She smiled warmly and asked,

"Have you never seen a snowflake before?"

I looked at her but couldn't answer.

Inside my mind, something extraordinary was happening.

I was trying to reconcile what I had always believed with what I was seeing before my own eyes.

Then it struck me.

Everything around us bears evidence of order.

Of beauty.

Of purpose.

Creation points toward a Creator.

At that moment, I looked toward the sky, and everything became clear.

I turned back to Luke.

"You see, I wanted to show you something very small so you could begin thinking about something much greater."

"If something as tiny as a snowflake possesses such astonishing beauty, symmetry, and precision—and if trillions upon trillions of them fall from the sky to blanket the earth with incredible order—then imagine the complexity of the entire universe."

"The stars."

"The galaxies. The entire infinite Cosmos itself"

"The laws of nature."

"If such intricate design exists in the smallest things, then perhaps the greatest questions deserve to be considered with Life itself."

"If such intricate design exists in the smallest things, then perhaps the greatest questions deserve to be considered with the same attention."

"And if God exists, then it is also worth considering the claims of Jesus Christ."

That conversation ended differently than it began.

Not with anger.

Not with argument.

But with quiet reflection. Because after that night Luke my friend and special forces military man never said again that God didn't exist !

Because Luke now understood and knew that God trully exist !




After I told Luke that he had probably spent years wondering why God allows terrible things to happen, I said to him,

"Luke, I asked myself that very same question a long time ago. I searched for the answer, and this is what I came to understand."

I continued,

"You see, God is not limited by time the way we are. We live one moment after another, but God is present beyond time. He knows the past, He knows the present, and He knows the future. Nothing is hidden from Him. Because God is alway present in the past, God is always present now and God will always be present in the future. Because God is always present in all of them at once!"

That raises an important question. If God already knows the future, and if He knows every choice we will make, then why does He allow painful things to happen? Why doesn't He simply stop every wrong decision before it is made?"

I paused for a moment before answering my own question.

"The answer, as I understand it, is because God gave humanity one of the greatest gifts imaginable: free will.

Without the freedom to choose, there could be no genuine love, no real goodness, and no meaningful relationship. Love that is forced is not love at all. Every person has the freedom to choose what is right or what is wrong, and those choices shape who we become."

Luke looked at me and quietly asked,

"But... why? Why would God still allow it?"

I answered by giving him an example.

"Imagine, Luke, that you have children."

Luke actually has two children—a daughter and a son.

"Imagine you give each of them a simple toy with two buttons. One button represents what is right, and the other represents what is wrong.

Now imagine that one of your children keeps pressing the wrong button. Not just once, but over and over again. Every day they knowingly make the wrong choice.

As their father, you could force them to press the correct button. But if you did, would it truly be their choice anymore?

I continued.

"Now imagine this continues for days...

Weeks...

Months...

Years...

Every time, they choose the wrong button.

Tell me honestly, Luke. How would that make you feel as a father?"

Luke remained silent for quite a while.

He thought carefully before answering.

Finally, he said,

"I would wait... and hope...

Hope that one day my child would choose the right button."

I smiled.

"You've just answered your own question."

He looked at me.

"The answer is hope."

I continued gently.

"From my understanding, God does not delight in our failures. He does not rejoice when we make harmful choices. Instead, He patiently hopes for us to turn toward what is good.

Just as a loving father hopes that his child will learn from mistakes and eventually choose the right path, I believe God continually calls us toward what is good without taking away the freedom He gave us.

Think about your own life, Luke. When someone you love hurts you, you feel sadness and disappointment because you care about them. And at some point your sadness might become quite infinite too.

Now imagine a love greater than ours—a love beyond anything we can fully understand. And for God that is infinite just imagine how His feeling are in size!

That is how I imagine God's love for humanity."

Luke never interrupted again.

He simply stood there, quietly thinking.

I realized that something had changed.

He hadn't merely heard my words.

He had begun to understand them.

And sometimes, understanding reaches deeper than simply knowing facts.

From that night forward, my friend Luke—the special forces soldier I had worked beside—never again said, "There is no God."

Instead, our conversations became thoughtful, peaceful, and open.

That night marked the beginning of a different journey for him, one built not on certainty forced by argument, but on questions honestly explored and hope carefully discovered.




At one point, Luke asked me,

"Why do so many people hate Israel?"

I smiled and answered,

"Luke, the way I understand it begins with God's relationship with the people of Israel."

I continued,

"In the Bible, God chose Israel for a purpose. It was not because they were the largest or most powerful nation, but because He called them into a covenant with Him. Throughout Scripture, we see people who placed their faith in God, prayed to Him, sang His praises, sought His wisdom, and desired to live according to His commandments. They were far from perfect—as the Bible itself repeatedly shows—but God remained faithful to His promises."

"They longed for a Savior, a Messiah, who would deliver them."

I paused before continuing.

"The difficulty was that many expected the Messiah to arrive as a military conqueror who would overthrow earthly kingdoms. But God's plan was different."

"The Messiah came first to bring spiritual salvation."

I explained further.

"In the opening chapters of Genesis, God molded from clay and water a human body Adam and in that body He gifted with a spirit of life a soul. Or simply put From that beginning, I understand that our spiritual life is of eternal importance. Our earthly bodies are temporary, but our souls endure. That is why I believe Jesus Christ first came to restore humanity's relationship with God before establishing His everlasting kingdom."
Because and after all we humans are spirits and our human body is just an temporary vehicle or God temple. So to save us first Jesus Christ first needed to take care of our spirit or soul because that's what matter most since every one who belive in Jesus Christ will receive a New body!

"For all humanity, Jesus is the promised Messiah—Yeshua—the Son of God, who came to save all who place their faith in Him."

I continued,

"Many people accepted Him, while many others did not. Jesus Christ message was offered not only to Israel but to all nations."

Luke listened carefully.

I then added,

"I also believe God chose Israel for a purpose: that through them His message would eventually reach the whole world. The Scriptures, the prophets, and ultimately Jesus Himself all came through the people of Israel. Through that history, billions of people have come to know the God of the Bible."

Luke then returned to his original question.

"So why do so many people hate Israel?"

I answered carefully.

"History is complex, and there are political, cultural, historical, and religious reasons why conflict exists. But from my understanding of Scripture, there is also a spiritual dimension. I believe there is a continual struggle between good and evil, and that God's purposes are opposed by spiritual forces. Because Israel plays such a significant role in the biblical story, I believe that spiritual conflict is reflected throughout history."

I paused before continuing.

"That does not mean every person who disagrees with Israel is evil, nor does it explain every conflict. Human history is complicated, and every nation—including Israel—has made both good and bad decisions. But from my perspective as a sinner, there is also a spiritual battle for our very own mind, body and soul. His second coming, of Jesus Christ will come with the presence of The Holly Spirit, and will be in glory and judgment, bringing justice, defeating all evil both seen and unseen, and establishing God's everlasting kingdom."

"And I believe that God's promises to Israel will ultimately be fulfilled, just as His promises to all who trust in Him will be fulfilled."

I also told Luke something else that I think turned away from God, pursued their own desires, and ignored His commandments. As a result, they experienced exile, suffering is important.

"The Bible does not hide Israel's failures. In fact, it records them openly. Again and again, the people turned away from God, pursued their own desires, and ignored His commandments. As a result, they experienced exile, suffering, conquest, and discipline. Yet even through those hardships, God continued to call them back to Himself."

"To me, that reveals God's faithfulness. He is both just and merciful. He disciplines, but He also keeps His promises."

I finished by saying,

"My faith teaches me that God's plan has never been limited to one nation alone. His invitation is for every person, from every people and every language, to come to Him through Jesus Christ."

"And I believe that one day God's purposes for Israel, and for all who trust in Him, will be completed according to His perfect timing. Including Israel having his promised land in full."




At the end of our conversation, I apologized to Luke.

I said,

"Luke, I am sorry that it is me saying these things to you. If I could have chosen someone to speak to you about God, I probably would have chosen someone important—a respected person, someone wiser than me, someone whose life appeared much more worthy.

Instead, it is only me.

I know my own faults. I know I am a sinner in need of God's mercy, just like everyone else. I do not claim to be better than anyone, nor do I claim to have all the answers."

I paused before continuing.

"But even though I am a sinner, I cannot ignore what I have experienced.

A person who has felt the warmth of the sun cannot honestly deny its light to someone standing in the cold.

In the same way, I could not remain silent while seeing the pain you carried inside.

A true friend does not pretend not to see another person's suffering."

I continued,

"I believe that throughout our lives there is a constant struggle—not only for our minds and bodies, but ultimately for our souls. Because I care about you, I could not simply walk away without sharing what has given me hope."

Then I shared with Luke one of my own prayers.

"Sometimes I pray like this:

'Lord, in Your infinite mercy, please do not let anyone stumble because of me. I am only one small person, and I know my many shortcomings. But if You can use even someone like me to point another person toward You, then let Your will be done.'"
And the second is 'Oh God all mighty please in all Your infinity please do not stumble because of a grain of sand like me and do not judge me for that'.

I then confessed something very personal.

"I have noticed something about my own life.

When everything was going well, I rarely thanked God. I became distracted by comfort and forgot Him.

Yet whenever I found myself in great pain, in fear, or close to death, I always found God near."

I smiled gently.

"There was something else I only understood much later.

Several times in my life, when I was seriously ill or closed to die, I noticed two sparrows outside my window singing or talking in their language.

It did not matter whether I was at home, in a hospital, or even in another country.

The two birds always seemed to appear.

Perhaps they had always been there, and I had simply never paid attention.

Afterward, my health would rapidly improve.

Sadly, once life became comfortable again, I often drifted back into my old habits and forgot the lessons I had learned."

I looked at Luke.

"That taught me something.

Sin takes us farther away from God.

That is why I try to remind myself every day not to let my heart grow distant from Him."

Then I confessed another struggle.

"It is strange, but suffering has often brought me closer to God than comfort ever did.

When life becomes easy, I sometimes lose my focus.

But when I suffer, I remember how deeply I need Him.

I do not enjoy suffering, but I have learned that God often meets us in the middle of it."

I continued,

"Because of that, I cannot remain silent when someone else is searching.

If I truly care about another person, I should at least share the hope that was shared with me."

Then I spoke about Israel.

"I am deeply grateful to the people of Israel.

Through them came the Scriptures, the prophets, and, faith itself, YESHUA Jesus Christ Himself.

Because of what was preserved and passed down through generations, I came to know the God of the Bible.

For that, I am thankful."

I added,

"My prayer for Israel is one of peace, blessing, and reconciliation with God.

I believe God remains faithful to His promises, and I pray that all people—including myself—will grow in humility before Him and seek His will with sincere hearts."

I smiled.

"I am not Jewish.

I come from another nation.

I am simply another person who has received God's mercy."

Then I remembered an encounter that has stayed with me ever since.

One day I met a stranger, his presence felt tottaly different that all other persons i have encountered and whom his accent was different and i have never heard before and i asked him from where it is?

I was instantly amazed and i asked him where he was from.

He hesitated for a moment before answering, and he repplied with a sudden change of uncertainty on it's face that is from

'Israel.'

My eyes immediately filled with tears.

I was instantly amazed and asked imediatly are you really from Israel and are you a Jew?

He answered, with a sort of arrogance and probably expected some bad thing in return because he said

'Yes. I am and so what...'

Perhaps he expected me to react negatively.

Instead, with tears in my eyes and i did not know how to react or to try to reach his hand and shake his hand or to touch his arm because i told him and even asked him further and i said

'Wow. Your people are the chosen people and blessed by The God Himself, preserved the Scriptures that have blessed the whole world and you probably walked the ground where the Son Of GOD Jesus Christ walked once, it's an honour to first ever meet you i said to him and i had tears in my eyes so i saw him changed because i think that he expected some bad words in return'

His expression changed completely.

He smiled warmly.

As we continued talking, he told me that he had walked in places connected with the life of Jesus, including Bethlehem.

I stood there speechless like a statue i could not keep starring at him and froze in the same time.

I felt overwhelmed with gratitude.

I offered him a drink, and we continued talking together.

It remains one of the most memorable conversations and encounter I have ever had.

May God bless the people of Israel because trough people of Israel we are blessed too.

We all must pray for the peace of Israel.


PS: I am sorry for not being a good writer or good in words because i am just a sinner who is not special at all or above anything else but just a small grain of sand. And that's what i am!