Father never went into depth about what happened if I woke up, unable to remember how I’d died, but most definitely in the hands of those not selected to have s’mores and sleepovers for all of eternity.
There are no signs of religion at all; no priest to hear my sins, no God to push open the pearly gates, nor a devil to welcome me with a pitchfork. All of this seems so meaningless.
It is through your experience you find out who you really are and who you are is from finding your own experience who really defines you.
That’s what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays
Faith is throwing yourself into the arms of the unknown and trusting that you will be safe in the hands of that monster
In a world where people are too languid to make something of themselves out of effort, I sell them hope. What they do with it is up to them. Invariably they drink it and then hurl it down a gutter, but that’s their choice and their freedom. I won’t judge them.
If I convert it’s because it’s better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.
Just when she thought she had it all figured out something happened to test her faith or alter her view of reality.
The shade of the sky changed ever so slightly in her peripheral vision. She raised her eyes from her toes to the horizon, to witness the sun’s last dance in the daylight as it began to descend slowly, magically into the distant sea. Exotic pastel hues of orange and fuchsia were now painted across the fading expression of the day. It was a calm yet isolating vision to take into her heart, for it made her feel exceedingly small in the grand scheme of things.
He could argue a case for anything, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s wrong most of the time.