in god, for quite a number of years i considered myself agnostic, fence sitter as far as god is concerned, i want to believe but there are so many bad things in this life that i think if there is a god he must be a cruel one. i`m not just talking about personal, but the world as a whole, so after being told i had 3 to four months to live last march i did think about it again, and still of the same opinion, then at my step brothers funeral last sept i was talking to my church going, christian brother and told him how i felt and this made him sad, he told me to ask for a sign, which i did the same night so, ok no sign. today driving home from our mothers usual sunday morning visit,we passed a church,the bells were ringing, our joan said i love the sound of church bells,so do i says me and beatrice laughed, sure you two don`t believe in god says she, but i was thinking of starting to go. so was i said me and jo in unison,i told them of the chat with alex, and they said well this is your sign,i said i had been thinking that the church at the bottom of my street might be a good place for my funeral and that it might be good if the minister actually knew me, but i was stiil a bit dubious,then beatrice turned on the radio and the first lines of the song were,` i prayed`.( sorry nearly finished) so we talked and when i got home i walked the dog and stopped at the church to get the service times, i think i brought the dog so i wouldn`t have to go in,so the service was in full swing, there`s another at 7 tonight but i think i`ll do it next week, i need to syke myself up for it, so wish me luck guys,lets hope i get convinced. thanks for listening. liz xxx
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hi liz,
as a child we all had to go to church regularly (there were 14 of us, 8 brothers 6 sisters) so i think my mam and dad just wanted a bit peace really, my mum is R.C my dad was anything realy.i was married in a methodist, o a bit of everything really, when my dad died I went to church the following sunday, but ran out really upset, how could there be a god wen my died died in such pain, but my mum said god had released him from his pain, what i'm babbling on about is, we all believe differently, and whatever gives us comfort all the better, I just hope when it's my time to go, I see my dad, and my sister who was taken cruelly after a car crash, you got to church Liz, see how you feel, and take it from there, if it helps great, I think when we are faced with the unknown, we try to find answers, take care, love n best wishes viv xxx
Liz I read your blog and having spoken to you know how difficult you must be finding all this. You just have to follow the path you think is right for you. I know you will make the right choice. I am R.C. and have a very strong faith but even I find it difficult to understand what it all means. I do however believe that there is life after death but have still to figure out exactly what it is. Good luck and be happy x x x
Like the others I was brought up a christian, my mum insisted we went to church we were all confirmed; my dad was a non beleiver - we used to have some fantastic discussions about it. He went to church for weddings, christening, funerals and mothers day.
I have prayed in the past and I do go to church every now and then, mainly to see my nephews sing as they are part of the choir and it had brought me some comfort. But sitting in church during a service now doesn't always bring me comfort, in fact I often end up wanting to cry. I've had lots of conversations with God, I've shouted at him, I say I'm not sure he is there, I ask him why he isn't listening to me because I don't think he is, I ask him why he keeps testing me (because a friend says thats what he's doing), I ask hasn't he tested me and others enough. I don't know if I believe, but I suppose I live in hope that I will get a sign and I live in hope that when I die hopefully not for many many years that I will be reunited with my parents and family and pets etc.
I wish to you peace whoever you choose to believe in.
