Jason couldn't stop thinking about the church service. The songs, the message, the way people seemed so sure of their faith—it all stuck with him. He didn't know what to do with the feelings swirling inside him.
A few days later, he and Noah sat outside during lunch, the warmth of the sun making the moment feel lighter than Jason's thoughts.
"So, you've been quiet," Noah said, breaking the silence. "Something on your mind?"
Jason sighed. "Yeah… I guess I don't get it. Faith, I mean. Everyone at that church seemed so sure, like they just know God is real. But what if I can't believe like that? What if I want to, but I just… don't?"
Noah nodded, as if he had expected this. "Faith isn't about forcing yourself to believe something. It's about seeking the truth. Doubt doesn't mean you're lost—it just means you're searching. And that's not a bad thing."
Jason ran a hand through his hair. "But what if I never find it? What if I ask all these questions and never get answers?"
"Then keep asking," Noah said simply. "Even people who believe still have doubts sometimes. God isn't afraid of our questions. He wants us to seek Him."
Jason frowned, staring at his half-eaten sandwich. "So, what? I just keep going to church and hope something clicks?"
Noah smiled. "You don't have to figure it all out at once. Just take it one step at a time. Maybe start by reading more about who Jesus is. Ask God to show you the truth."
Jason let out a deep breath. "That sounds… weird. But I guess I've tried weirder things."
Noah chuckled. "Then maybe you're on the right track."
Jason wasn't sure what he believed yet, but for the first time, he felt like that was okay. Like maybe, just maybe, the answers were out there, waiting for him to find them.