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One of my children adamantly states there is no God.  When a person dies there is no afterlife.  The person just ceases to exist.

Nothing I say or do can change his mind, but then nothing he says or does changes mine.  The basic difference between us is “belief.”

I see a flower and I believe that something greater than “chance” created such complexity.  I hold a baby in my arms and attribute that miracle to more than evolutionary ontology.

I’ve seen ugly in my life, so I know evil exists.  If so, then why can’t good also be a palpable existence among us?

Because I need hope in my life, I choose to believe. 

When reality hits me square on the head, I need the salve of hope to heal and keep on going.  I may not understand sadness or the ugly around me, but I do understand goodness.  I've seen it - a better day always waits ahead.

I refuse to believe that I won’t smile again or love again.  No one can convince me that I was better off not knowing or loving someone to avoid the pain when they are taken from me.

     I need hope in my life; I choose to believe.

I tell my son that only one of us will be surprised that there was “life” after death. If all I did was live a hopeful life and it ended here, so what? According to him, I won’t exist to continue the argument, but when he wakes up on the other side though, I will be standing there, shaking my finger at him, telling him, “I told you so.”

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  1. AnonymousAugust 20, 2012 at 9:45 PM

    It can be hard to deal with those who chose not to believe. My dad gave up Christianity around 2001 and is now a devout athiest. My brother is pagan. And anything I can say to them, they've already heard before. We can only pray for those people.

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