Who of us today can rightfully live in that mental landscape of the age of the flat-earthers? Or the age of God(s) who reign high in the clouds? No-one today who knows about space, time and the universe can. So we must upgrade, we must adjust.
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No, I understand.You must misunderstand or something. You would have to hide everything you know about the world today from the Christian's of your own faith of the past. Imagine how a fundamental Catholic today would be received by the Catholics no more than 150 year's ago. We'd be the heretics and they'd be the true believer's.
Your baby brother dies while you are still a child. You've never really lived life, just on autopilot.
There was always going to be an end regardless.No, I understand.
The situation you are referring to is part of the timed revelations by God, "precept upon precept, line upon line, here a little there a little." The fact that things have accelerated, is a sign that we are getting closer to the end.
Yeah, I think I fundamentally changed as a person after that event. I lost my love for life after that terrible night. I was only ten years old, and I had to make a choice in the moment at his funeral over whether or not I wanted to see him in the casket and have that image burned into my brain forever. I told my parents no and I refused to look until they closed the casket.Do you think your agnosticism is, or could possibly be, connected with this event in your life?
Of course. And you don't get an answer back. Eventually you start to think there's no one listening at all. Or that they don't care.A child is traumatized and asks, consciously or subconsciously, “Since God exists, why did he allow my innocent baby brother to die?”
I did grow up that way. I got through middle school well enough, but the first year of high school is when depression hit me like a Mack truck. And it's been there ever since. Over 20 years of feeling this way. I'm somewhat impressed with myself for having kept going this long. Everyday is a struggle.You asked me not long ago what I would feel if I were in your shoes. If I were in your shoes when you were a child, I would have been sad, confused, angry, afraid, even guiltridden. If I couldn’t resolve those feelings, I would probably grow up feeling helpless, hopeless, explosively angry and at times dead inside.
Not yet. I can't really bring myself to believe that he's gone forever. Something tells me he isn't, although I don't know what that something is.My question would have changed, at over time, from “Since God exists ...” to “If God exists …” and, if I couldn’t arrive at a satisfying (peace inducing) answer to the modified question, it would eventually either destroy me or cause me to modify one more time - “Since God doesn’t exist, my innocent little brother is lost forever.” (I don’t think you’ve reached the last modification of thought yet.)
People die everyday. We just don't see it most of the time. If God doesn't interfere with our lives, then my brother died because of circumstance. If he is lost forever, then there's no hope. Then I'm just existing and waiting to expire.I’m not a psychiatrist or psychologist. I may be way off base, but I think you probably have to go back to this very traumatic and painful time in your life - when you had a childlike belief that God existed, assuming that you did - and find a satisfying answer to the questions, “Since God exists, why did he allow my innocent little brother to die? and “Is he lost forever or will I see him and reunited with him some day?”
Yeah, I think I fundamentally changed as a person after that event. I lost my love for life after that terrible night. I was only ten years old, and I had to make a choice in the moment at his funeral over whether or not I wanted to see him in the casket and have that image burned into my brain forever. I told my parents no and I refused to look until they closed the casket.
Of course. And you don't get an answer back. Eventually you start to think there's no one listening at all. Or that they don't care.
I did grow up that way. I got through middle school well enough, but the first year of high school is when depression hit me like a Mack truck. And it's been there ever since. Over 20 years of feeling this way. I'm somewhat impressed with myself for having kept going this long. Everyday is a struggle.
Not yet. I can't really bring myself to believe that he's gone forever. Something tells me he isn't, although I don't know what that something is.
People die everyday. We just don't see it most of the time. If God doesn't interfere with our lives, then my brother died because of circumstance. If he is lost forever, then there's no hope. Then I'm just existing and waiting to expire.
But if there is a chance that I'll see him again, then that's a hope that's worth living for. Living the right way.
Okay; let’s start from there.But if there is a chance that I'll see him again, then that's a hope that's worth living for. Living the right way.
Okay; let’s start from there.
Meanwhile, some of us have some authoritative information to share that is not just chit chat or speculation, but might actually be from our Creator, and helpful.There was always going to be an end regardless.
Might? Do you accept what other people tell you in regards to their personal beliefs? If so why so, and if not then why not.Meanwhile, some of us have some authoritative information to share that is not just chit chat or speculation, but might actually be from our Creator, and helpful.
What's the name Riven about @RivenYour baby brother dies while you are still a child. You've never really lived life, just on autopilot. You're in debt up to your eyeballs. You're addicted to alchol just to take the edge off.
I dont know what to do. Sometimes I feel like life isn't worth living. The pain of everything is just do much to endure. I think about Jesus and what he endured on the cross. It makes me want to keep going.
But it's just such an awful existence. To exist for others, but never truly live. I hate it so much. I don't know what to do. I can't rely on myself, just screw everything up.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to burden others with my problems. But it's just so hard. It wasn't supposed to be so hard. Living life shouldn't be a disaster at every waking moment. I just want to be happy. I want to be able to tell Jesus that in sorry. That I tried so hard. I tried my best to believe in him.
In my heart, that's where I am. An overwhelming sense of sadness and hopelessness. If this is what hell feels like, then I'm already there.
It was the old sequel to Myst. They were these popular point and click puzzle games that were around in the 90's.What's the name Riven about @Riven
I think you‘ll find Flew’s book persuasive.
"Might" was not me suggesting a mere possibility, but rather that you "might" consider the great testimony of witnesses since the world began, to be credible and not mere coincidence.Might? Do you accept what other people tell you in regards to their personal beliefs? If so why so, and if not then why not.
I call plagiarism on your particular experience. It sounds a lot like this:"Might" was not me suggesting a mere possibility, but rather that you "might" consider the great testimony of witnesses since the world began, to be credible and not mere coincidence.
As for personal beliefs, that is not the foundation of what I have been speaking of. I have been saying what I "know" to be true--as one caught up in the spirit above the earth by God and then returned with an assigned task.
Precious friend, @Riven, I will pray for you.I tried my best to believe in him