Good question, Oldhippie. I wrestle with that one myself.
I guess the key word is "unequivocally."
For example, when I (or someone I love) embark upon a journey, I always pray for God's protection en route. Actually, I do that every time I leave for work in the morning. And to date, thank God, that prayer has always been answered. But I suppose an atheist could say, well, you're a careful driver and most planes land safely anyway.
As far as truly providential, miraculous, only-by-God's-grace answers, I have to say there have been just barely a handful I can point to over the last 25 years, at times of truly extreme need.
I've also had one or two moments of seemingly divine presence, insight, comforting, I'm not sure what to call it--a moment of knowing, rather than merely believing, that God is real and here with me.
Writing about them helps me remember those moments and those answers, which come years apart. In the everyday drudgery of life, I tend to forget them.
In the opposing column, I can set all kinds of prayers seemingly ignored. Sometimes, as Garth Brooks sings, "some of God's greatest gifts . . . are unanswered prayers." Other times, it's crushingly disappointing.
At times I've gotten very angry with God over His seeming indifference to my earnest pleas. But I've reached a point in life where I realize that I just have to get along the best I can with what I have--regardless of answers or non-answers.
Sometimes I get very disgusted with testimonies in Christian publications about "Oh, God has blessed me so much, all these material things, lots of money, houses, cars, great jobs, etc., etc.," and I wonder what the heck I'm doing wrong to be so left out. Then I am tempted to fall back into the old WT guilt trip of "well, you really aren't spiritual enough, you don't pray enough, read enough, contribute and serve enough," etc.
But then I realize all believers through the centuries have struggled with this question of prayer. C. S. Lewis, hardly a slouch in Christian good works, discusses the problem nicely in "Letters to Malcolm."
So I have to conclude, regardless of my moment-to-moment spiritual condition, that the problem is not just with me. God's running the world, I'm not. All I know is, He loves me and has a place for me in that house with many mansions, in the land of light and joy. I just believe--and accept, with thanks.
As the old song goes, "Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine, we'll understand it all by and by."
What about the rest of you?
Bill
"If we all loved one another as much as we say we love God, I reckon there wouldn't be as much meanness in the world as there is."--from the movie Resurrection (1979)