MartialArtHeart
Green Belt
I am curious as to your stories about faith. Not necessarily faith in any particular religion or philosophy. Just personal stories that have strengthened your beliefs.
Please do not bash or demean anyone's beliefs... I know that we are all (mostly) mature martial artists and as such we can have peaceful and mature conversations.
I'll start us off with a short one...
Years ago my beloved cat ran away. I missed her so much that it drove me nearly insane... I turned to witchcraft to try to bring her back, but no matter what I tried, it didn't work.
A few months later, we moved. I still missed Iesha, and often found myself choking back tears at night when I thought of her and how she used to be my pillow. It was at this time that I was struggling with God and the question of whether he existed.
One angry night, I screamed up at the heavens... God, if you are there, please, give me proof. I'll even tell you what to do, so I know that you are there.
I know Iesha is gone, but tommorrow, if you're up there, send me a cat. Put her on my doorstep so I can pet her, and then maybe I can believe you're there.
It was a silly thing, but I was still thinking of her so often.
The next morning, as I got dressed, my parents opened the door and I heard my mom yell at me to come to the door. Next thing I knew, there was a cat in my room, rubbing itself against me. Of course, it had to be God's sense of humor, because there was a collar on the cat, but hey, I didn't specify, I suppose.
Please do not bash or demean anyone's beliefs... I know that we are all (mostly) mature martial artists and as such we can have peaceful and mature conversations.
I'll start us off with a short one...
Years ago my beloved cat ran away. I missed her so much that it drove me nearly insane... I turned to witchcraft to try to bring her back, but no matter what I tried, it didn't work.
A few months later, we moved. I still missed Iesha, and often found myself choking back tears at night when I thought of her and how she used to be my pillow. It was at this time that I was struggling with God and the question of whether he existed.
One angry night, I screamed up at the heavens... God, if you are there, please, give me proof. I'll even tell you what to do, so I know that you are there.
I know Iesha is gone, but tommorrow, if you're up there, send me a cat. Put her on my doorstep so I can pet her, and then maybe I can believe you're there.
It was a silly thing, but I was still thinking of her so often.
The next morning, as I got dressed, my parents opened the door and I heard my mom yell at me to come to the door. Next thing I knew, there was a cat in my room, rubbing itself against me. Of course, it had to be God's sense of humor, because there was a collar on the cat, but hey, I didn't specify, I suppose.