If I Feed Five Thousand

If I feed five thousand, how will you know it really happened after the crowd has dispersed and the baskets of leftovers have been carted away?

If I walk on water, how will you know I really did it once the sole witnesses can no longer be questioned?

If I raise the dead, how will you know for sure after the raised have all died a second death and returned to silence?

No matter what I do or don't do, how will you know the reports are accurate and true?

You won't. Beyond a certain point, you can't. The past becomes too deep to fathom.

But the past isn't where we live, and this moment will tell us what we need to know -- if we listen with a willingness to believe.