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Although I myself have become a person of strong faith in the last ten years, I can identify with much of what you have written.

I agree that you do not need to be in a synagouge for God to know the gratefulness of your heart.

I identify with your instinctual knowledge that we are beings made for eternity.

In one of the C.S. Lewis Narnia books, (I forget which one), he deals with a warrior of another faith. If memory serves correct the warrior faces the God he has known in his lifetime at the end. I take comfort in the fact that none of us knows what happens in the final moments of our lives, and that God reveals himself to be merciful.

I object, as you seem to, with the image of God as the big vending machine in the sky. However, this does not to me preclude the idea that he is a God we can know very personally, who cares for all of our needs.

If you are open to the idea that God is real and that he can be known by us, may I suggest that you ask him to reveal himself to you?

The idea behind the Judeo/Christian tradition is that he created us to be in fellowship with him and that he would love nothing more than to know you, to speak to you in the quiet places of your heart, to rejoice with you and comfort you.


The importance is in the thinking and reflecting, not in its specific direction. I am certainly glad to have stimulated your thoughts in this way. As I think I may have posted somewhere, it's not true that God gives us only as much as we can bear. He gives us what we need, to bear what we are "given."


David Marcoe

Good post. Thanks for not making it a screed. Rather, it was more thought-provoking and reflective.

Dean (aka LD)

Thank you for your thoughts, Peg.

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