I think everyone of faith questions it at some point in their life. I beleive in god but i don't go to church, I think the church of god is in a persons heart and they know if they have the faith and believes. I cuss, drink and like doing things that aren't so moral. But what I have heard and seen with my own senses, I can tell you there is a god. My uncle, god bless his soul has had one helluva life. He served in Vietnam and seen things that would make us crawl into a fetal position and cry until our eye's bled. If that's not bad enough he has lost two children. One died of SIDS in 1972 (from a previous marriage) and my other cousin died in 2001 in a car accident, he was 24. That was the first time I had someone I was close to passaway. And my poor Aunt and Uncle were devastated. They have always went to church every sunday. They still do now, but for a time after my cousins death, they wouldn't go as much if any. And that was one of the first times I can remember either of them coming out and questioning their faith.
I've heard many family members on my mothers side have experiences in their dreams and awake when it came to talking to loved ones that have passed and to god. My grandmother while on her deathbed, was mumbling things that I couldn't understand. It sounded like she was speaking in tongue, but it was so low I couldn't hear it. And while doing that she had her eyes fixed on the ceiling. My mom told her "I know who you're talking to" and she glanced at my mother and gave a big grin. Several hours later my grandmother passed. I had a dream a couple nights after returning to Missouri from my cousins funeral, I was just thinking about him and wondered how he was. I dreamnt that I was with all of our family and friends, we were at a party and were waiting for him to arrive. But this wasn't a type of dream that I've ever had. I could feel,smell and see with more clarity than any other dream. I knew that I was dreaming, and I knew that John was coming to that place.
A lof of people just scoff at stuff like that, hell I even did myself when I heard others talk about dreams of loved ones that have passed. But this dream was different. I could count on one hand how many dreams i've had about family members in my life. And I've never had one up until that point of my cousin John. So back to the dream, actually I shouldn't call it a dream. Because I was actually there with him wherever it was. I stood up because I could see someone coming towards the door. John opened up the door and had a big smile on his face, he walked right up to me gave me a handshake and a hug and said... " I'm ok" he smiled once again and as soon as he passed me I woke up. And I swear to all that is holy, when I woke my hand was warm like I had just had a long handshake with someone. Even to this day, I have never dreamnt about John since. My mother had a dream that was very similar when her grandfather died when she was a teenager. And my grandmother had an experience awake when her younger brother died when he was 18. This is just a part that solidifies that there is a god in my eyes. And we aren't just some creatures that came about after some huge explosion and eveoled from monkeys. Although, I guess that could explain why I love bannanas
Last edited by wolfgang; 05/10/10 11:24 PM.