I have a very strong faith.

Host: The evening sun casts long shadows across the room, the fading light mixing with the cool of the approaching night. The air feels heavy, yet there is a sense of quiet anticipation. Jack leans back in his chair, his eyes searching the space as if looking for something that is not immediately apparent. Jeeny sits nearby, her hands folded in her lap, her expression calm but curious, waiting for the conversation to take its course. The soft ticking of the clock is the only sound that breaks the silence.

Jack: (his voice breaking the quiet, with a slight chuckle) "You know, I keep hearing people talk about how important faith is, but sometimes I wonder—what does it really mean to have strong faith? People like Bob Stoops say it like it’s some kind of anchor, something that can guide you through anything. But can faith really be that simple?"

Jeeny: (looking at him, her voice thoughtful) "Faith isn’t always simple, Jack. But there’s a strength in it, something that holds you steady when everything else feels uncertain. Having a strong faith doesn’t mean you have all the answers, but it means you believe in something greater than yourself. It’s the foundation that can keep you grounded when the world around you is anything but."

Jack: (laughs softly, shaking his head) "I get it, but it feels like people throw around the word faith all the time without really knowing what it means. Is it just about belief in something higher, or is it about trusting that everything will turn out okay? Can faith really help you face life’s toughest moments?"

Jeeny: (leaning in, her voice more passionate) "It’s about trust, Jack. Faith is the thing that helps you keep moving forward, even when the path isn’t clear. It’s what makes you believe that there’s something good on the other side, even when everything is falling apart. Bob Stoops said he has a strong faith, but that doesn’t mean he’s never faced doubt or struggle. It means he trusts in something bigger than his own doubts. He knows that no matter what happens, he doesn’t walk the path alone."

Host: There is a subtle tension in the room now, a quiet clash between Jack’s questioning and Jeeny’s certainty. The light has shifted, and the moment feels as if it’s poised on the edge of understanding, or perhaps more questions. Jack’s brow furrows, and Jeeny’s expression remains calm, as if she knows the answer is close but still requires the right words.

Jack: (quietly, his voice thoughtful) "But how do you get to that kind of faith? Is it something you’re born with, or something you have to build? Sometimes it feels like people who have that kind of faith make it seem so easy. Like it’s a light switch they can just flip on when things get tough. But when everything starts to fall apart, how do you hold on to it?"

Jeeny: (her voice softening, her tone almost comforting) "It’s not about having all the answers, Jack. It’s about the choice to keep going, even when you don’t have all the answers. Faith isn’t about never having doubts; it’s about continuing to believe despite those doubts. You build it over time, through the small moments, through the struggles that test you. And when you face those moments, that’s when you see what your faith is really made of."

Jack: (nodding slowly, voice tinged with curiosity) "So faith isn’t just something that gets handed to you—it’s something you build, something you hold on to when things feel impossible. It’s the belief that there’s more to the story than what’s in front of you."

Jeeny: (smiling, her eyes meeting his) "Exactly. It’s a trust that something bigger is at work, even when you can’t see it. And that’s the strength of faith. It doesn’t always make everything easier, but it helps you face what comes with a sense of purpose, with a belief that no matter what happens, you’re not alone."

Host: The room feels still now, as if the conversation has found a place to rest. The clock continues its soft ticking, the moments passing by slowly but meaningfully. Jack’s gaze is fixed on the space in front of him, his mind clearly turning over what’s been said. Jeeny sits quietly, a calm presence beside him, knowing that the journey to faith is a quiet one, built through trust, struggle, and the willingness to keep walking.

Jack: (softly, almost to himself) "Maybe that’s the key, then. Faith isn’t about certainty. It’s about trusting that even when things don’t make sense, there’s something bigger guiding you through it all."

Jeeny: (nodding, her smile soft) "Yes. And that’s where its strength lies. It’s not about having all the answers; it’s about knowing that you’re not walking alone."

Host: The soft light from the lamp now feels warmer, as if the conversation has sparked something new between them—a quiet understanding. Jack seems at peace with the thoughts swirling in his mind, and Jeeny sits with the calm of someone who knows that faith doesn’t need to be fully understood to be truly felt.