Death is really funny in how final it is. To humans, at least. I almost can’t take it.
And, like, … he’s gone… just gone. I’ll never talk to him again. Never hear any news again. Never be able to pray for him. It’s so final. He’ll never be able to change his mind, or go back and do things again.
Oh how I hope he maybe softened his heart and let the light of Jesus in on his damaged frozen soul! How I hope to be surprised, and I see his soft, honest face in heaven!
Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God. Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; obey it, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you. (Rev.3.2-3)
Strengthen what remains.
Family remains.
Strengthen his family.
I’m sorry, God, that my deeds have not been found complete in your eyes! Would you fill me up to all the fullness in Christ!
So sorry if I randomly get quiet, and maybe cry… It’s just that when I think about it the right way, it fills my heart with water that comes out my eyes, and makes my heart heavy.
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This is a question I eternally ask as I travel through the centuries:
Why do so many people believe in childlike magical thinking and gods and goddesses when there is absolutely no evidence for such creatures or creature except in the mythology which came before current myths and from which current mythology obviously arises? It truly amazes me, since the world is exactly as it is and is exactly explained by evolutionary psychology, physics and biology and would make no sense whatsoever if some heavenly creature had created it, no sense whatsoever. When I look at the universe through the eyes of the microscope, I see a beautiful, perfectly sane and understandable place. Why do people want to dirty it up with irrationality and superstition?
Geo,
I believe because I can't deny it. I know Jesus is real, and that he lives, becuase I know his presence in my life. I have a relationship with him that I'm not imaginative enough to have conceived in my mind. I'm not talking about a hazy conception of spirituality, or even the religion of Christianity. I have encountered the living God, and no theory in the world could convince me otherwise.
I won't deny what I know to be true despite the sweeping effects and widespread belief of evolution.
Tell me, what takes more faith to believe:
That a pile of nothing suddenly collided with nothing and the world was born. Somewhere in that explosion, little Somethings began to merge together to make species, where something deeper than Something began, something called Natural Instinct, Emotion, Thought, Reaction.... these things are not simply matter. How did they know to come together to create your fingerprint and personality?
Or that there is a God who existed before our concept of time who created something as beautiful and complex as the human mind?
And if I am wrong? Well then no one is left to punish me, so what will the difference between our lives have been?
I will believe untill my God is proven wrong.
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