Isabel Sydow on Nostr: There are atheists and there are atheists, just like there are Christians and there ...
There are atheists and there are atheists, just like there are Christians and there are Christians.
My view is that as long as one is humble enough to know that there is a creative and destructive force greater than ourselves, this makes oneself aware that we're part of something greater.
For many Christians, a person cannot be "saved" if they do not invite Jesus into their heart and say some key phrases and I forgot what else.
My nephew is severely autistic. My daughter's ex fiancé and life partner of almost 9 years was an atheist. He died Christmas day after, literally, medical negligence murdered him.
He was supposed to have a routine outpatient procedure which ended up putting him in life support for over a week until his parents had to decide to remove him of life support.
We're still devastated by this.
I've never seen my daughter in this much pain.
We loved him as our son.
My nephew wouldn't ever be able to utter such "invitation" and thus he'd be "not saved." Matt didn't even get the chance to have a conversation about whether or not he'd ever consider or reconsider his status of ... hmmmm... faith?
I've seen things in this life that absolutely have proven to me the existence of a God ( Godess, universe, whatever anyone wants to call him...)
We're talking stuff that's really out there and as life altering as it can get. I've also lived and experienced the abandonment that comes from asking God where he's been and why he's let me go through a lot of things I'd rather would have gone without.
One could easy cancel the other.
But I am a relentlessly optimistic person. I have to be.
One day I wasn't.
My older sister found me convulsing next to an empty medicine cabinet.
I was 13.
I am extremely fortunate she was sober and scared enough to take me to the hospital. After they pumped me full of lord knows what, they also discover I was having peritonitis on top of my attempt to say arrivederci to this world.
They cut me open as if having a c-section, and had to keep me open like that for days.
Today, I still struggle, like most, really. I've seen folks down in half empty cups.
Today I rely on a couple of simple prayers:
Is what I am doing or saying showing love for my neighbor as I love myself?
And
God, grant me the strength to change the things I can. The serenity to accept what I can't. And your wisdom to know the difference.
Be well my "atheist" fren!!!
🧡🧡🧡
My view is that as long as one is humble enough to know that there is a creative and destructive force greater than ourselves, this makes oneself aware that we're part of something greater.
For many Christians, a person cannot be "saved" if they do not invite Jesus into their heart and say some key phrases and I forgot what else.
My nephew is severely autistic. My daughter's ex fiancé and life partner of almost 9 years was an atheist. He died Christmas day after, literally, medical negligence murdered him.
He was supposed to have a routine outpatient procedure which ended up putting him in life support for over a week until his parents had to decide to remove him of life support.
We're still devastated by this.
I've never seen my daughter in this much pain.
We loved him as our son.
My nephew wouldn't ever be able to utter such "invitation" and thus he'd be "not saved." Matt didn't even get the chance to have a conversation about whether or not he'd ever consider or reconsider his status of ... hmmmm... faith?
I've seen things in this life that absolutely have proven to me the existence of a God ( Godess, universe, whatever anyone wants to call him...)
We're talking stuff that's really out there and as life altering as it can get. I've also lived and experienced the abandonment that comes from asking God where he's been and why he's let me go through a lot of things I'd rather would have gone without.
One could easy cancel the other.
But I am a relentlessly optimistic person. I have to be.
One day I wasn't.
My older sister found me convulsing next to an empty medicine cabinet.
I was 13.
I am extremely fortunate she was sober and scared enough to take me to the hospital. After they pumped me full of lord knows what, they also discover I was having peritonitis on top of my attempt to say arrivederci to this world.
They cut me open as if having a c-section, and had to keep me open like that for days.
Today, I still struggle, like most, really. I've seen folks down in half empty cups.
Today I rely on a couple of simple prayers:
Is what I am doing or saying showing love for my neighbor as I love myself?
And
God, grant me the strength to change the things I can. The serenity to accept what I can't. And your wisdom to know the difference.
Be well my "atheist" fren!!!
🧡🧡🧡