Illness

carrie wrote on October 20th, 2009, 12:07 am

The fundamental difference between my family and his is probably God. I wouldn’t even go into the details of religion or faith but the absence of belief in the existence of a higher power in his family is enough for now.

Of course the faith we, referring to applicable christians, have probably bewildered almost every other soul. But it is this exact assurance that all will be fine, I wouldn’t die, and even if I did it wouldn’t be death in vain, that somewhat lifts all human worries and woes from our lives. I’m sure it’s unexplained and can never be put in words or expressed in any distinguished form. This assurance we, again referring to applicable christians, have also happens to be an attraction of mockery from those seemingly wiser men of skepticism. Our inability to convey what we have does not in one way or another translate to its absence but only reflects what manner of person we, referring to the entire human race, are—pretty much restrained, imperfect and wouldn’t live beyond a minute fraction of where our imagination brings us.

Even if you’d like to challenge the existence of my God and my faith or assurance, you can’t deny there’s much we lack while limitations abound. It is never about us controlling our lives—you barely have any authority over your flesh and definitely have none over the cycle of life—it’s about letting go of our insecurities and letting what is beyond who we are, incomprehensible, unseen and perfect to lift us above the curse of the ground to where we find rest.

Before you decide once again to brush me off as being foolish, blinded by religious teachings, you probably should rethink. Unless you’ve given yourself and my God a test-drive, you’re not in any position to judge. If you had and my God failed you, I’m sorry it’s not meant to be.