andi wrote:should we have a religion?
callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do not know the answer to our prayer is or will be an absolute certainty.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and it was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
goddessoxana27 wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do not know the answer to our prayer is or will be an absolute certainty.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and it was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
GOD BLESS YOU DEAR!!!
I MISS MY DAD.. It has been 1 year since he left us. THe most painful part is ... when he died... I am here in the desert and I want to die too! but at least, with my God, I never felt alone and He even let me and my dad see each other in my dreams.
I miss him so much.... He accepted me and my ex-hubby. I do not want to go our country so far because I do not want to remember him dead.
God bless us always!!!
goddessoxana27 wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do not know the answer to our prayer is or will be an absolute certainty.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and it was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
GOD BLESS YOU DEAR!!!
I MISS MY DAD.. It has been 1 year since he left us. THe most painful part is ... when he died... I am here in the desert and I want to die too! but at least, with my God, I never felt alone and He even let me and my dad see each other in my dreams.
I miss him so much.... He accepted me and my ex-hubby. I do not want to go our country so far because I do not want to remember him dead.
God bless us always!!!
Paola De Bracho 2.0 wrote:God is real.
No need to ask more questions. Just answer who made earth, universe, people and u andi! ur self!
RELIGION IS FAKE AND HOAX!
Religion is just a guidance! Religion is a place where the real satans are always present to hide their real identities.
Some people needs religions to guide them to behave coz the truth is they are really not.
Religion and church is a home of fake people!
victormanalo wrote:goddessoxana27 wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do not know the answer to our prayer is or will be an absolute certainty.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and it was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
GOD BLESS YOU DEAR!!!
I MISS MY DAD.. It has been 1 year since he left us. THe most painful part is ... when he died... I am here in the desert and I want to die too! but at least, with my God, I never felt alone and He even let me and my dad see each other in my dreams.
I miss him so much.... He accepted me and my ex-hubby. I do not want to go our country so far because I do not want to remember him dead.
God bless us always!!!
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andi wrote:sometimes..i think all the story of religion are bullshit..
do you believe in religion..
which religion?...which one the truth?..
protestan
chatolic
islam
budhhis
hindhuis?
which one the real from god?
help me...or religion is a real hoax ?..
callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do no absolutely and certainly know if our prayers will be answered.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and the house was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
hauteegirl wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do no absolutely and certainly know if our prayers will be answered.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and the house was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
We all have stories in every one of us and they're unique. I simply can understand your frustrations, pain, sorrow. I have also lost loved ones and been mourning for years. First year was the most difficult time as you will always remember everything. It feels like time had stopped or time should stop or it's the end of the world and it's time to change. You became spiritual. Material things seemed meaningless. We always have different ways of hiding sadness but when you're alone that's when it gets you. I happened to watch Kim Russo's, "The Haunting of". It is there I realized that even if my loved ones are dead they're still aware of what's going on in the physical world. Spirits even know the name of your new pets, your next celebrations, birthdays etc. So, I still to cont. to talk to my loved ones even if they're not around anymore coz they actually hear you.
callmemike wrote:hauteegirl wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do no absolutely and certainly know if our prayers will be answered.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and the house was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
We all have stories in every one of us and they're unique. I simply can understand your frustrations, pain, sorrow. I have also lost loved ones and been mourning for years. First year was the most difficult time as you will always remember everything. It feels like time had stopped or time should stop or it's the end of the world and it's time to change. You became spiritual. Material things seemed meaningless. We always have different ways of hiding sadness but when you're alone that's when it gets you. I happened to watch Kim Russo's, "The Haunting of". It is there I realized that even if my loved ones are dead they're still aware of what's going on in the physical world. Spirits even know the name of your new pets, your next celebrations, birthdays etc. So, I still to cont. to talk to my loved ones even if they're not around anymore coz they actually hear you.
thank you. i didn't know you quoted me. it's very refreshing to see you calm. i agree with everything you've written.
You became spiritual.
---very true. people have different ways coping with trials and i see a lot of people whine, complain or throw tantrums. even before my auntie died, i was already prayerful. seldom i would sleep without saying my prayers. i may not have heard Mass in a very long time but i have been nurturing my relationship with Him by talking to Him a lot in a day, especially before i close my eyes to sleep.
Material things seemed meaningless.
----very true. i have long realized that material things and financial wealth do not make a person truly happy. they can only give you comfort and pleasure which can be so fleeting or short-lived. i remember my professor in English 1 telling us that we shouldn't aim to be rich but we should aim to be happy. in my belief, the best way to achieve happiness is to build a relationship with God because the joy we find in Him is something more lasting because it emanates from within.
We always have different ways of hiding sadness but when you're alone that's when it gets you.
very true. you can't pour you heart out on your family and friends each single time you feel sad because there are times they aren't willing to lend their ears. they will soon grow tired hearing your story all over again. one of the most difficult feelings we have to deal with is grief and it become even harder to cope with during our moments of solitude. sadder you will be when you hear songs with haunting lyrics and melody or see things or places you associate with you departed loved ones.
It is there I realized that even if my loved ones are dead they're still aware of what's going on in the physical world. Spirits even know the name of your new pets, your next celebrations, birthdays etc. So, I still to cont. to talk to my loved ones even if they're not around anymore coz they actually hear you.
i just learned this from you. even before i've read this from you, i have seen myself utter "i love you, auntie. i will always love you, auntie". i will do this more often bearing in mind what you've shared with us.
by the way, before typing this, i saw that you posted videos here. i will download them later.
i believe in spirits. i believe that human beings have souls. when my auntie was dying, i remember seeing her open her mouth, utter a word softly and raising her arm. much later, i heard her clearly said "mama". it really makes me cry when memories of me seeing her die come to my mind.
hauteegirl wrote:callmemike wrote:hauteegirl wrote:callmemike wrote:i do. faith is believing even without seeing; faith is praying fervently and constantly to God even when we do no absolutely and certainly know if our prayers will be answered.
i went to a catholic school in elementary and high school ran by Franciscan sisters who taught us all the prayers i recite before going to sleep or for as long as i can remember to pray anytime of the day such as The Apostles' Creed, The Lord's Prayer, Hail Mary, Act of Contrition and Angel of God.
i rose above those hard times i went through because my faith in God never wavered. while my auntie whom i took care of was bedridden, the owner of the house we used to live in told us to vacate their house. with God's divine intervention and with my mother's effort to beg the owner that we'd stay there only until my auntie's alive, he agreed. it was very painful to see my auntie die. i was there beside her crying and praying. my heart continues to grieve until now and as i am typing this, tears are welling up my eyes. i am just so good at suppressing my feelings or else i would have cried rivers of tears each single time i remember my auntie and how much she loved me and i hope i was able to repay her kindness to me. it also broke my heart to see her inside the embalming room and inside her coffin. during her wake in a funeral chapel, where i slept gave me discomfort. not only was my back aching, not only was my heart mourning, my mind was troubled, too. i had to vacate the house and where to place all our things was bugging me. it was also excruciatingly painful to see the first time and the succeeding times my auntie's no longer there in her bed. i really felt the void she left and the house was so silent and lonely. climbing upstairs, i remember calling out her name like i used to when she was still alive.
i am now reunited with my family somewhere else. i could not have possibly gone past those difficult times if i didn't have God played a huge part in my journey. He sent me instruments of His kindness. one is Gina Cole of this forum. i am a testament of God's love for all His creations. when we pray, He listens. He saw me through my darkest days and i survived them wiser, stronger, more thankful and more prayerful than ever.
we'll just learn to live and let live. whoever our fellows choose to believe in is not something we should meddle in.
We all have stories in every one of us and they're unique. I simply can understand your frustrations, pain, sorrow. I have also lost loved ones and been mourning for years. First year was the most difficult time as you will always remember everything. It feels like time had stopped or time should stop or it's the end of the world and it's time to change. You became spiritual. Material things seemed meaningless. We always have different ways of hiding sadness but when you're alone that's when it gets you. I happened to watch Kim Russo's, "The Haunting of". It is there I realized that even if my loved ones are dead they're still aware of what's going on in the physical world. Spirits even know the name of your new pets, your next celebrations, birthdays etc. So, I still to cont. to talk to my loved ones even if they're not around anymore coz they actually hear you.
thank you. i didn't know you quoted me. it's very refreshing to see you calm. i agree with everything you've written.
You became spiritual.
---very true. people have different ways coping with trials and i see a lot of people whine, complain or throw tantrums. even before my auntie died, i was already prayerful. seldom i would sleep without saying my prayers. i may not have heard Mass in a very long time but i have been nurturing my relationship with Him by talking to Him a lot in a day, especially before i close my eyes to sleep.
Material things seemed meaningless.
----very true. i have long realized that material things and financial wealth do not make a person truly happy. they can only give you comfort and pleasure which can be so fleeting or short-lived. i remember my professor in English 1 telling us that we shouldn't aim to be rich but we should aim to be happy. in my belief, the best way to achieve happiness is to build a relationship with God because the joy we find in Him is something more lasting because it emanates from within.
We always have different ways of hiding sadness but when you're alone that's when it gets you.
very true. you can't pour you heart out on your family and friends each single time you feel sad because there are times they aren't willing to lend their ears. they will soon grow tired hearing your story all over again. one of the most difficult feelings we have to deal with is grief and it become even harder to cope with during our moments of solitude. sadder you will be when you hear songs with haunting lyrics and melody or see things or places you associate with you departed loved ones.
It is there I realized that even if my loved ones are dead they're still aware of what's going on in the physical world. Spirits even know the name of your new pets, your next celebrations, birthdays etc. So, I still to cont. to talk to my loved ones even if they're not around anymore coz they actually hear you.
i just learned this from you. even before i've read this from you, i have seen myself utter "i love you, auntie. i will always love you, auntie". i will do this more often bearing in mind what you've shared with us.
by the way, before typing this, i saw that you posted videos here. i will download them later.
i believe in spirits. i believe that human beings have souls. when my auntie was dying, i remember seeing her open her mouth, utter a word softly and raising her arm. much later, i heard her clearly said "mama". it really makes me cry when memories of me seeing her die come to my mind.
Just watching that korean pastor's video (posted above) made me realized that what ive done is not even enough to enter heaven. what about you? i already have watched possibly 20 NDE videos on youtube and they seemed to connect everything and it's like saying that it is real. Heaven is for real. Watch Heaven is for real online in http://www.g2g.fm it's available. I watch this celebrity psychic Kim Russo, "The haunting of". You can watch the whole series @ http://www.watchseries.LT Becareful tho coz if you have windows it maybe susceptible to viruses. I have apple so im not worried. Kim Russo is the best psychic ive seen on tv. amazing. it made me realized that my loved ones are still here and aware of what's going on, past, present and future. Don't you wonder that people around you die one by one? and you wonder who's next? Don't you wonder why people who took care of theirselves living a healthy lives still die earlier than those people who abused their own selves? or wealthy people that had better food in their stomach die early than those poor people who almost had nothing to eat? Life indeed is mysterious. Let's pray for those unbelievers.
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