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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 11:23 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 10:34 am
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Lil-Jo ShengYing Honestly, I think that everyone believes in a "higher being" or some sort of "higher beings". They however will only invoke such said being when in trouble though!!! smile As for myself, I've been kicked in the butt enough by God to deny His existence... yes, at one point I wondered at His existence... argued with Him, saying such things as, if He really was there, then why did He allow me to get hurt so much... and so on and so on... now I realize that it was my own actions, stupidity, and stubbornness that was getting me hurt. I have to laugh at that because of all the people that find Jesus when they end up in prision. My husband said that Jesus must live in prision for this same reason.
LOL!!! I never really thought of that... but now that you've said it... totally!!!
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 11:49 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:26 pm
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BlueberryJoy I used to be big into religion, but after having years to think it over, I'm just not so sure anymore. I've never seen evidence of miracles, signs or wonders, and some situations in the world make me doubt there's any overseer. On the other hand, I can't say with absolute certainty that there isn't a creator.
Sometimes it isn't the big things...it's the small things.
Kinda OT but I'm reminded of a personal experience...
Years ago, my grandfather went into the hospital for a surgery that was supposed to fix his lungs and he ended up dying due to complications afterwards. One of the last things he said to me was to ask that I pray for him while he was in the hospital. So I did...every day, every time I thought to do it. Then he got really sick with infection. I still prayed every day that God would make him well. Then he died.
I was devastated. I just lost the most significant adult figure in my life other than my parents. In my grief and anger, I went through various phases from thinking prayer was an absolute joke to considering the possibility that there was no god out there after all. What good is praying to a loving Father if it goes unanswered?
I gradually came back to God...I found no sense of joy in being one. But prayer was still something I just didn't get and it was something I didn't do that often.
About a year and a half ago I was dealing with depression on a scale I had never known before. I accepted a job and agreed to start on graveyard shift with the understanding it would only be temporary. Well "temporary" turned out to be way longer than I anticipated and I was so miserable and lonely. I never saw my family (and I shared a house with them!), I hardly saw my boyfriend. I was working with the most cynical people I've ever met...like...emotional vampires...and it got to me bad. I would spend my commute there and back crying because I hated it so much and my efforts to find employment elsewhere were not working. The feeling that I was stuck in a hopeless situation that I couldn't do anything about was terrifying.
I think that's when I started praying again. But I wasn't praying for a new job. I was praying for the inner strength to deal with my current situation since that was the immediate problem. I eventually did stop spontaneously crying during my commute. And I was able to turn out the griping of my co-workers. I think I just became more patient with it. I stopped feeling like I was going to be stuck on the shift forever. My depression went away...
Since then my prayers have shifted more from "change something else" to "change me" approach. Bad things are going to happen to me in the future. I'm going to lose more loved ones. I'm going to feel more pain. I can't avoid being tested. But I can try to pass.
Go figure...once I made my peace with it, I got switched to days.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 11:22 pm
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I've probably spent more time pondering this question then most. I was raised Catholic with a fanatical grandmother who once had me spend the night with her to tell me how an inter-racial relationship would send me to hell after she found out one of my best friends was a half-hispanic. I was six.
I began researching all religions, and was appaled at events like the 'Rose Wars' and decided no god could condone such actions. So, I ended up going atheist. Went through hell for that with my family, but I had made up my mind. If anything, I loosely followed buddhist ideals. Stayed that way until two years ago.
Two years ago I died...for 10 minutes. If anyone here knows the basics of dying pertaining to coming back, five minutes is the cap. They figured I'd be a vegetable. Then I woke up less then a day later. Then they said I'd have total memory loss (think 10 second Tom from 50 First Dates). A week later, I was totally back to normal. Modern medical miracle, though it's not somthing I like to talk about. Anyways, I remember the light, but unlike most, I remember a little of what came AFTER it. I remember green. Sort of like the lowlands of Swizterland. And I remember a voice telling me why I was going back. So do I believe in a higher power- heck yah! Just who that higher power is, IDK, but I do know there's someone watching.
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