Does God exist? Many people are a part of vast arrays of religious practices, but some people struggle with the thought of believing in the unseen and the seemingly non-existent. I have grown up in a family that was full of conservative Christians, and that meant that church was a necessity on Sundays and praying to God happened before every meal. Some people never question the way they are raised, and they never wonder about those who are thought to be celestial. Unfortunately, and fortunately, I was not one of those people. I was always an inquisitive child and my intelligence led me to conclusions that most children are not able to reach. Some may view this as a very positive thing, and I do as well, but there are downsides. The biggest …show more content…
The question involved this: “If God is such a good deity and loves his creations so much, why does he allow so many bad things to happen?” This query rocked my world and sent disbelief flying through the most solid areas of my Christian foundation. Suddenly, I was no longer looking at the world the same way, and I had doubts about everything that I had ever been taught. Examining the very foundation of one’s being can really put a damper on one’s theology. I searched and searched for an answer, but never found one that sufficed. It never made sense to me that God would allow suffering and heartache, but no matter what I found, the question remained. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that maybe I needed to search myself, so I began hunting for my solution. I finally realized that God, apparently, does not want the bad that exists, but he allows us to make our own decisions, which leads to the problems that seems to protrude from every corner of the earth. Although that gave relief to my question that always seemed to linger, it did not, however, subside remaining …show more content…
I saw all the bad in the world, but I also noticed all the good that seemed to outweigh the negative. I was aware of the things that no one could answer, but having the answer to everything meant that life would no longer hold a purpose. The existential questions flowed through my thoughts but so did the knowledge I had gained from the experience and the apparent answers to my questions. I had to decide whether to believe in something I was unable to physically see or cling to only the things that are visible. My meaning for existence rested upon this decision. I cursed the fact that my inquisitiveness hindered my religious practices, but my intelligence also helped me through this difficult period. I knew what my solution was, and my answer was that I did believe in God. Finally, my conclusions were this: “I would rather believe in God and find out he does not exist, than to not believe and find out he does.” Either way I had nothing to lose. I was afraid of questioning because that meant I had little faith, but that is all God wanted. It is indeed true that many people belong to many different religions, but I, however, belong to Christianity. As answers seemed to burst forth, the relentless questions flying through my mind subsided and I was reminded that, yes, God does
Not the least of my problems is that I can hardly even imagine what kind of an experience a genuine, self-authenticating religious experience would be. Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.-
The Question of God is divided into two parts. The first part, titled: “What Should We Believe” seeks to answer the first half of the questio...
Whether god exists or not has been in discussion for thousands of years, and an important discussion. Whether it is rational to believe in god or not is another story, like believing in god itself, this topic has brought many discussions. It is one thing to discuss whether god is real or not and it is a complete other to discuss whether it is rational to believe in god or not. I believe that while there may not be any convincing evidence or arguments that God does exist, I do still believe that it is still rational to believe that god does exist. I think this because, believing in God is not simply just believing that he exists, but believing that it can bring good to our lives, we otherwise would not have. It teaches us to have a moral responsibility not only to others, but ourselves. It is obvious that many people do believe in god, but many of us choose to do so for reasons other than just believing in God. I do believe that just because there is no evidence, that does not mean God doesn’t exist. Like I said, God brings more to our lives than just a belief, but an ability to achieve a better one. And even if God is just an imaginary figure, he is an imaginary figure that brings hope and goodness to our lives, which we can never discount.
Does God exist? Since the appearance of mankind on the earth and up until today--would probably continue in the future--this question brought people to think, reason, and come up with the evidence, to present the best satisfactory answer.
...tribute this to the readings and the context of the work. Up to this point I have learned that we all have trials and sometimes can weather some pretty bad waves. But one thing I have learned is that I am not alone. For one I have my bible,that I can always go to for comfort. This is the difference between staying with your faith and giving up because of natures way of letting us know that we are just human and things can happen. One of the most gratifying moments has been that co-workers whom I would never know their religious affiliation will talk to me about personal matters and not feel awkward at all. The old saying that one wears heart ache on their sleeve, perhaps when we believe we also wear our heart on our sleeve
As a second language learner I have never expected myself to be a perfect writer throughout the semester. Even If English was my first language still, I would not be a perfect writer. It is not about first or second language, it is about how well I understand the learning objectives. Then organizing and writing with my own ideas and putting them in my paper. I am going to be honest, I am not good at English subject and English subject is my strongest weakness than the other subjects. In this paper I will discuss and analyze my own writing, reflecting on the ways that my writing has improved throughout the semester.
There was a moment when I doubted religion. An avalanche of tragedies piled upon my life in the blink of an eye. My father moved seven hundred miles away, people died, and family members began to discover the effects of methamphetamine. I began to think religion might be a lie. I asked myself, “Why would God make me suffer through this hardship?” By enduring this oppression, the silver lining became apparent. I grasped the true concept of my series of unfortunate events. The circumstances of my childhood have molded me into a stronger
23. Why is it important to make a decision about whether to believe or not believe in God? Why is a belief in a merely good life not sufficient to give us real meaning?
The concept of God can be a difficult one to grasp especially in today's world - a world in which anyone that believes in God is trying to define exactly what God is. To even attempt to grasp such a concept, one must first recognize his own beliefs in respect to the following questions: Is God our creator? Is God omnipotent (all-powerful) or omniscient (all-knowing) or both? Does God care? Is God with us? Does God interfere with life on earth? These questions should be asked and carefully answered if one should truly wish to identify his specific beliefs in God's existence and persistence.
God can be defined as a being conceived as the perfect, omnipotent, omniscient originator and ruler of the universe, the principal object of faith and worship in monotheistic religions (1). There are many people that do not believe in any religion. People who do not believe in a religion have no reason for believing in a God. People who do not believe in a God and argue against the existence of God are proving something that is completely false. There is a God for numerous reasons.
This is when my fear started to come out in front of my eyes. All the doubts and questions led to me not having a religion. I became very frightened. People just assume that if you don’t believe in anything you're an atheist. But that’s not true at all. What some individuals don't realize is that you're not an atheist but maybe you're still searching for answers. I didn't want this god or whoever to hate me. I didn't want to end up having to experience one of the consequences my family told me about. This didn’t stop my search but I was held back lots of times. I never completely agreed with any of the religions that I learned. If the religion was against something like homosexuals than I would get aggravated. One religion that I learned about was even against celebrating small holiday’s like birthday’s. I just couldn't completely agree. I thought that you had to completely agree with a religion to become it. Since I didn’t have a religion the afterlife started scaring more than anything else. I wondered if I would go to hell, get reincarnated, or it may just be like sleep. This is one thing that scares me up to this day. I want to know what happens in the afterlife. I want to be
Since as long as i can remember, my parents have taught me to believe in "God", the father of Jesus Christ, the "one" who created the world we live in today. As I got older and a little more wiser I started to question this invisible figure. Who is he? How do I know that he can perform miracles? Does he forgive you of your sins? Just as I started to find out if Santa Clause was really a figment of my imagination, I wanted to know the same about God, I wanted to know the truth.. And soon i learned the truth.
As I sit out here alone on my back porch, sipping on my coffee and reflecting on this wondrous day, I look out at the beauty God created for His children to enjoy. This world is so beautiful and mystifying. How can anyone not believe in God after living in such a exquisite world? If I believe that God is the Creator of all things, I move myself from the center of my universe and see God as the most important being (Phillips, Brown, and Stonestreet, Page 10). Without God in our lives, we allow evil and ugliness into our hearts. Living my life filled with truth, love, honesty and compassion are the characteristics I will continue to pride myself on throughout the remainder of my life.
My parents arrived in the United States hoping for a better future not for themselves, but for the baby they carried in their arms. We would often move from relatives ' houses since my parents couldn’t afford renting an apartment themselves. We were fortunate enough to have caring relatives who didn 't mind us living with them since they knew the hardships we were going through. I grew up in a household where only Spanish was spoken given that both my parents didn’t speak any English at all. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher was afraid that I would be behind the rest of my classmates, given that I only spoke Spanish fluently. I was fortunate to receive free tutoring from my kindergarten teacher. We would often read books together until
I started to cry all the time, even during school. I just couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I was not the same person anymore. I felt hopeless. I didn’t think that anything would work and no one could do anything about it. I felt so alone and powerless. I kept thinking, "how could God be doing this to me. I 've been in so much pain for so long, when was it going to stop?" I was so frustrated with God that he wasn’t answering my prayers, he wasn 't helping me get through my problems, and I couldn’t help but feeling abandoned by him. This led me to start thinking that he wasn’t there listening to me. I started to question if there really was a God or if this whole Catholic faith was just a joke. I stopped believing in God, because if He was really there, then how could he let his child suffer like this? I would go to church still, but only because my parents made me, but I didn 't sing or say any if the prayers because I didn 't believe in anything they