I would love to see dead family tho and party with tupac up in thug mansion with big booty women But...if there is no afterlife I guess it won't matter because you know...I won't be alive to have butthurt feelings????
Well, if you have to know what to have faith in and what to be skeptical about....it's definitely trial and error.
I'm watching "Heaven Is For Real". This movie brings up some interesting questions about faith and about what we say we believe and when confronted with something we're not sure is real, we're quick to dismiss it. It's quite fascinating.
Faith is the most elusive thing to be. How can one truly believe something they haven't experienced. It's one to find it fascinating but to believe it? IDK
But, the basis of how many scientific discoveries can be traced back to "faith". People had "faith" that they existed before they had proof. Faith comes in many forms, not just in the religious sense.
........For many, the day will come when curiosity about an afterlife will take a backseat to the reality of first having to go through the Great tribulation........
Once again, a wonderful post! It just is. Like many other things in life. I shared a lot already, but its a part of why I am a believer.
Divorced mother of three and a law lecturer, Louise Hamlin, lived a conventional life with no particular beliefs about the afterlife. She revealed how her beliefs were transformed after the death of her second husband, Patrick. The sheer volume and amazing nature of the signs, coincidences, and connections opened her eyes to the knowledge that the spirit survives bodily death. After Patrick was diagnosed with Stage 4 bile-duct cancer, he died within three months. She decided to write a book about her bereavement process and the strange signs that transpired after his death. Hamlin said she discovered many people who have lost loved ones receive signs but don't dare to tell anyone for fear of being thought crazy. In one instance, she was in bed and thinking about Patrick when she heard a loud thump. A book had suddenly flown off the bookcase on the half-landing outside her bedroom. The most provocative indicator that Patrick was trying to communicate with her took the form of gibberish words that appeared inside the conversation box on her WhatsApp phone app. Among the nonsensical words, the phrase 'darling, it's me' showed up several times. Then later, she discovered after returning home that two groups had been mysteriously created on WhatsApp – one with her and Patrick, and the other, with her, Patrick, and his daughter. During her grieving, what helped her cope was trying to live in the moment, meditating, and going to mediums. Some of the mediums zeroed in on very specific information, she marveled, such as details about a cornflower, which Patrick had worn in his buttonhole for their wedding.
