By Mark Mierzejewski
Growing up, I always had a vague sense that there was something bigger out there—call it God, a higher power, or something else entirely. Church was a regular part of my family life, a comforting routine of Sunday morning homilies and communion, but as a kid, I didn’t give it much thought. It was just something we did, like eating dinner together or cheering for our favorite team.
But in high school, something shifted. Life started to feel like a treadmill: go to school, get a job, grow old, and then… what? The idea that this was all there was felt empty, and I began searching for purpose, for something that made sense of it all. I could say my belief in a higher power came from some grand intellectual journey, where I meticulously studied every world religion and concluded that Christianity was the only one that held up under scrutiny. But that wouldn’t be true. My story is less about logic and more about the heart. It’s messy, personal, and deeply human.
What sparked my curiosity was watching my sisters. They found something real—a deep, transformative connection with the God of the Bible. Their lives changed in ways I couldn’t ignore. They had a peace, a purpose, that I envied. It made me wonder: could I find that too? I didn’t know it then, but that question was the beginning of a journey that would change my life. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment God became real to me. Was it because I was searching for Him? Was it my family’s prayers? Or was it the quiet work of the Holy Spirit? Probably a little bit of all those things. All I know is that one day, I made a choice to give my life to Jesus. It wasn’t dramatic—no lightning bolts or angelic choirs—but it was real. It felt like coming home.
As someone who’s always been fascinated by science, I initially kept my faith and my love for discovery in separate boxes. Faith was for church; science was for the rest of my life. They seemed like different languages, each with its own rules. But the more I studied—both the Bible and the universe—the more I saw how beautifully they fit together. Science, for me, became a window into God’s creativity. Take the universe: the odds of it existing as it does, perfectly tuned for life, are staggering. The precise amount of uranium in Earth’s core, the exact strength of fundamental forces like gravity and electromagnetism—if any of these were off by even a fraction of a percent, we wouldn’t be here. It’s like the universe was designed with us in mind. And the God who cared enough to craft such a precise world is the same God who, in the story of the cross, cared enough to give everything for me—for all of us. This realization didn’t just bridge the gap between my faith and my intellect; it became the foundation of my belief. When doubts creep in, as they do for all of us, I look at the world around me. The complexity of a single cell, the vastness of the cosmos, the delicate balance that makes life possible—it all points to a purposeful intelligent design. And it reminds me that the God I met in my searching is still here, still real, still at work.
My belief in a higher power isn’t just about science or scripture, though both have shaped me. It’s about a relationship with a God who knows me, loves me, and gives my life meaning. It’s about finding purpose in a world that can feel chaotic and fleeting. And it’s about trusting that the One who set the stars in motion has a plan for me, too. If you’re searching for meaning, I hope my story encourages you to keep asking questions. Look at the world around you—the beauty, the precision, the mystery. And don’t be afraid to open your heart to the possibility that there’s a higher power who’s been waiting for you all along. For me, that power is Jesus, and finding Him has made all the difference.