I only worry about me, my business, and what I believe. You, they, them and whoever can believe what they want. That’s yours and their business, not mine.
Pretty much sums it up for me also - we all make such a choice at some point in life - heck, sometimes
folks change their minds on it a few times along the way, for that matter.
That said, I'm now going to participate in this thread by stating my own life experiences.
Fair warning:
If you're one of those who simply cannot let another post their opinions on things without resorting
to attempting to enter debate or "correct" them, move past my post now.
You'd be wasting your time with me. Trust me on this...
Ok, a lot of you know how many times I've had cancer. You know that I've written
ad nauseum about how
many times I've "officially" flatlined in hospitals (as in died).
Before all that mess started over a dozen years ago, I wasn't much different than any other swingin' dick
really - going through life best I could, doing the work, spending the money, raising a family, all that.
In the back of my mind though, when things got real quiet at night, I always felt there was something
more, though...
I'd been raised by a Christian mother (Southern Baptist, no less) and more or less a non-religious father.
Good people, good family, properly raised although we never attended church much or any of that, so
I guess you'd have called me "ambiguous" on the subject in those days.
Like anyone else, I had that same question even in those days though:
"Why are we here?"
As I was soon to find out, the answer to that one turned out to be simple:
We're here for each other.
Yep, that simple. Living proof, right here. If there is a generic "calling" for all humans, that's it.
"But Ed - you don't have to be a Christian to believe that!" some of you are thinking...
ok, fair enough...
So let's get to the big question of relevance to this thread (and where a few of you start to guffaw and
smirk condescendingly):
Do I believe in God? Do I try to follow Christ?
Answer (and another disclaimer again): I'm a lousy Christian - but I "R" one nonetheless.
Now, about that whole "faith" and "belief" stuff - that's the real challenge, right?
Well, in my case, that was settled the first time I found myself in an ER, flatlined and out of blood at
age 28 (and never had a sick day in my life up to that point)...
I've told the story here before and it's still a really hard one to tell, so straight to the punch line here:
I don't have to
believe in God, because I
met Him that day.
No doubt. It happened, sure as rain - and even the ER doc was amazed at what he witnessed that day...
so when I'm asked if I
believe I shake my head and reply "I
know" - because I do, like it or not.
Now, wondering a lot about why I've been kept alive so many times when I should have been dead
several times over - doctors are fascinated with me, like I'm a lab experiment to study or something -
a fella could come to the conclusion there's bigger things afloat than what he's privy to.
Has to be, because I sure wasn't doing the world any great service that I needed saved to continue
or anything - I ain't nobody.
So why then?
Only thing I can come up with is I'm supposed to tell others what I've experienced, be a witness of
sorts - which I do when asked (and only then, if I feel really comfortable doing so on top of that).
I guess if even a lowly redneck from the ridge is worthy, than anyone else can be too, right?
Epilogue:
Do I push my beliefs on others? Nope, that's not part of the deal.
Do I see things a bit differently than I used to? Sure, but I think the point is that I'm actually
taking the time to SEE things that were easily overlooked in life before, too.
I'm not blowing people off that might seem at first glance to be less than worth the time;
I LOVE meeting new folks before, even if it takes time out of my busy day to do so.
I stop. I listen. I interact. If nothing else, I share a lot of smiles with strangers...whatever.
It's an amazing thing, this whole "living" thing. It really is!
Finally, do I think Easter is the "most important" Christian holiday?
Yes. Yes, I do. Christmas was the first birth. Easter was the most important one.
Hey, I may be wrong, but that's the way I see it.
God bless all a yas,
Ed