It makes me shake my head in disbelief when I see people post
how prayer works and how great God is.
Don’t get me wrong…I do believe in God.
Chances are, it’s not the same God you believe in. I saw posts today about how great God is
because of the prayers received that this serviceman is recovering from his wounds. I don’t know what kind of wounds…nothing is
in the news, which sadly leads me to believe they were self-inflicted because
that’s how the news deals with any kind of PTSD, they help keep it under wraps.
Anywho, that’s an entirely different rant. The point here is how it drives me crazy that
when things go well for someone, God heard their prayers and when things don’t
go as planned, it was God’s will.
WTF?? Do you
seriously believe that? After my son was
killed by terrorists, I had this man tell me, with a completely straight face,
how God saved his dog from being euthanized.
I was dumbfounded into speechlessness.
Roy just stood there, looking at me, I supposed saying his own prayer
that I did not say anything at all.
I respect your religious beliefs. I believe in God. We do not believe in the same God. I think there is no hell. I do not believe in a man-created,
man-translated book like you do. We
cannot translate a Pepsi commercial to Japanese without sexual innuendo, so I’m
befuddled at how you think that the bible was translated from 4 different
languages to the work of art it is today.
I think the bible is probably the best selling piece of fiction ever.
Heather's family belongs to two churches. Many people were praying for Christopher, but nobody harder than me. I begged and pleaded with God on a daily basis to keep him safe and to let him come home on leave because I had this stuff I had to urgently talk to him about. I wanted to explain somethings to him; some of my decisions that affected his life. Did I mention I prayed? Begged? Pleaded? It didn't work. So they tell me it was God's will.
At this point, I hope you're right because the alternative is that there is nothing after we are through here. That we bury the bodies of the ones we love and in time, all is forgotten, just like we forgot those who lived 100s of years before us.
There's a strong possibility that there is nothing out there. That makes we wonder how I know some of the stuff I know and dreamed some of the stuff I dreamed. Oddly enough, Christopher had that same gift. Dreamed silly things that would come true in a few days. He also believed he would die young. And that he wasn't coming home from Afghanistan.