Faith

I once attended a man in a North of England town who had all all his life prided himself upon his atheism. He had disowned his only daughter because she married a schoolmaster who was devoutly religious. Toward the end of his life, however, when stricken by an incurable illness, this old skeptic was taken by an almost passionate desire to justify himself in the eyes of his son-in-law. Time and time again he would engage the younger man in argument. But he always concluded with the remark:
“Don’t delude yourself. I’m not repentant. I still don’t believe in God.”

To which one day his daughter replied, “But father, He believes in you.”
Cronin, A.J., “Why I Believe in God.”