A young man was out walking with his mother and he was trying to explain his reasons for doubting the existance of God.
"I can't believe in something I can't touch, or see" he explained. "Without some sort of tangibility, how can I know that God exists ? Where's the proof ?"
They walked on in silence for a few moments, then his mother took his arm and stopped him.
As she looked into her sons eyes, she asked him, quietly "Do you love me ?"
"Of course I do" said the son, "I always have and always will, you're my mother"
Gently squeezing his arm the mother looked more intently into her sons eyes.
"Prove it" she said . . .
