Blind Faith or Schizophrenia?

We had a lovely evening last night.  Because of rain we ended up going out after all.  We went to our favorite Chinese restaurant and we sat and talked long after our meal was finished.  I just finished reading "Heaven is Real" and I was telling Ron about it.  This led to deeper philosophical questions on religion etc. and we got so involved in our conversation we didn't notice when the restaurant had all but emptied with the exception of us.

Ron is a curious fellow by nature.  He is always full of questions.  Every Sunday you can bet he will have questions for the Sunday school leader or the minister following class or a sermon.  This is his nature.  It is also the reason he gets frustrated when a clear black & white answer is not forthcoming.  He asked me how I can accept things on just pure blind faith.  I really had to think about that.  First of all I do not believe my faith is blind.  Blind faith occurs when someone puts their faith into something without any evidence.  I think I've experienced so many things throughout my life that have convinced me that there is something much greater than myself.  I may not be able to define what it is exactly but in my darkest moments I have had the overwhelming feeling that I was not alone.  The difference is I don't need black & white proof.

I have a voice inside me that talks to me all the time.  I know that forgiveness is power.  I know that when I harbor hatred or resentment it only hurts me and when I forgive I am freed.  My voice challenges me every day to do the right thing.  It reminds me to treat others the way I want to be treated.  I can't see who is talking to me but I know it is real.  If that is blind faith then I accept it.