The days passed, and Jason continued to wrestle with his thoughts. But there was a shift—subtle, yet undeniable. He wasn't just questioning anymore; he was seeking.
One evening, as Noah sat in his room reading, his phone buzzed. It was Jason.
Jason: "Hey, can we talk?"
Noah's heart skipped a beat. He quickly responded, "Of course. Want to meet up?"
A few minutes later, they sat on a bench near the park, the cool night air wrapping around them.
Jason sighed, staring at the sky. "I don't know what's happening to me. I keep thinking about everything we've talked about. About God. About Jesus. It's like… I want to believe, but I don't know how."
Noah smiled gently. "You don't have to have it all figured out. Faith isn't about knowing everything—it's about taking that first step, trusting that God will guide you."
Jason rubbed his temples. "I just… I'm afraid of looking stupid. What if I'm wrong? What if I don't feel anything?"
Noah hesitated, then reached into his backpack and pulled out his Bible. He flipped to Matthew 7:7 and read aloud: "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you."
Jason listened carefully, his expression softening. "So, you're saying… I just have to seek?"
"Yeah," Noah nodded. "God's not expecting perfection. He just wants your heart."
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jason whispered, "Maybe… Maybe I can try."
Noah grinned. "That's all He asks."