He calls it a story.
... You kept saying it seems red to you, it seems like it seems red to you, you believe it is red, you believe that you believe it is red, and so forth. Not once did you say that it is red. - Raymond Smullyan, An Epistemological Nightmare
I read that in Douglas Hofstadter's, The Mind's Eye, and it has always crystalized for me the point that professions of belief are confessions of doubt. True belief is transparent. When you look at a pen on the desk, you don't think, "The light entering my eyes indicates to me that there is a pen on the desk", you think, "there's my pen". People recognize this and look with wonder and envy on the true belief that children have in the fantastic.
More specifically to Christianity, it is about believing a witness who tells you a story. Ours is a belief in the supernatural because it was revealed in a certain natural and historical context. Here is how St. Justin Martyr explained it in 2c.:
Chapter 30. Was Christ not a magician?
But lest any one should meet us with the question, What should prevent that He whom we call Christ, being a man born of men, performed what we call His mighty works by magical art, and by this appeared to be the Son of God? We will now offer proof, not trusting mere assertions, but being of necessity persuaded by those who prophesied [of Him] before these things came to pass, for with our own eyes we behold things that have happened and are happening just as they were predicted; and this will, we think appear even to you the strongest and truest evidence.
It is, in short, a story.