Down-home folksy research doesn't prove anything at all, despite the apple pie, baseball and your country. Nor would good old-fashioned roast beef and Yorkshire help in any way, delicious though it might be alongside proper football and a big red London bus.
Believing in God has nothing to do with evidence...though it may, for some people.
An old man sat at the back of the church, just looking down the aisle at the altar and the crucifix and the stained glass window at the east end.
Day after day, week after week, the priest would see the old man just sitting there. He'd stay for about an hour. Nothing would happen. He did nothing and said nothing, sometimes for a longer time and sometimes for a shorter. Occasionally, he and the priest would exchange a polite "good morning" and once or twice even comment "cold, today" or "turned out nice again." The priest wondered if perhaps he was waiting for a bus.
One day, the priest's curiosity got the better of him. He decided to talk to the old man. "Excuse me," he said, " I can't help wondering just why you come here and sit down and do nothing for such a long time."
"Well," replied the old man, "it's like this. I sits here and looks at Jesus, and he just looks at me." His eyes were alight with the joy of it.
And that, Cofty, EP, and all others who seek proof and evidence and scorn others who have what you had and have lost or what you never found...THAT is what belief and faith in God is and what it's all about.