So what will it take?
Abraham’s shoe latchet? Joseph’s coat? The iron head that floated? Adam’s fig leaf?
I’m going with Abraham’s shoelace as proof positive that the scriptures are true, yep, need to see the goods. After all, eternity hangs in the balance of these laces. Unless I see the latchet from the sandal of Abraham, I will never admit as to the veracity of scripture, yep, it is that serious; I will not believe.
Sound familiar? Far fetched? Uh yeah, that’s the point of the absurd requests of they asking for the proof of scripture, as if there is a deficit in the narrative. No. The scriptures speak truth to truth, faith to faith.
Unfortunately, the so-called dig experts have been looking for love in all the wrong places; God has wickedly hid Abraham’s laces under a thousand feet of sand for millenia, just waiting until the junior sleuth uncovers the truth hidden since time began. Uh huh sure. Keep looking kid, for God in his foolishness has hidden the laces!
Then again one could always submit to the face of reason, and take a look at the evidence called life, and the palpable testimony of scripture without the laces, as spoken by He whose ways are from everlasting: ‘if they believe not the writings of Moses, neither will they believe my word, for he wrote of me.’
Case closed. God’s word is forever settled in heaven. Even the camels smile wryly.