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I would have to say that for me, right now, in spite of my hope in the possibility of God and of life after death, I have enough doubts in all of the gods named by humanity thus far to say that I don't have a Deity.
But I remember when I fell in love with Jesus of Nazareth, as described in The Torah and The New Testament.
If any of you dear readers were making book on it, pay the Monkeys who bet that I met Jesus by following a woman in to a church. Turns out God gave me a 'thing' for red-heads.
My life wasn't falling apart, I just needed something to do besides sleep, read, eat, groom and work after moving across the country, hence the going to church with pretty red-heads.
The stories made sense at the time... as did the line of thinking that sought to prove that the books themselves were sacred truth. My favorite thing about America is the freedom to believe in what makes sense at the Time.
The preacher was entertaining and he did a good job of bringing to life not only the stories, but the concept of God Himself taking on flesh and dwelling among us so that He could pay, out of sheer love, the price for human sin.
Like every other Monkey with more than twenty-five years in the rear-view, I had regrets and the idea of forgiveness for the mean things, both intentional and unintentional, that I did to other people along the way, was intriguing. I was also drawn to the concept of Jesus 'taking the wheel' and giving me the tools to live the best life that I could, via guidance from The Holy Spirit. Daddy issues, I suppose.
With my brand new Bible in hand, my index finger separating the twenty-third Psalm from the twenty-fourth, I went out back, sat down on a stack of wooden pallets, and prayed for the first time to a God that I truly believed was there. Incredible feelings washed over me. With the exception of one shot that I got in a hospital when I really needed it, that moment was better than any of the drugs I've ever experienced. For my new buddy Jesus, I even gave up trying to sleep with the girl.
But I remember when I fell in love with Jesus of Nazareth, as described in The Torah and The New Testament.
If any of you dear readers were making book on it, pay the Monkeys who bet that I met Jesus by following a woman in to a church. Turns out God gave me a 'thing' for red-heads.
My life wasn't falling apart, I just needed something to do besides sleep, read, eat, groom and work after moving across the country, hence the going to church with pretty red-heads.
The stories made sense at the time... as did the line of thinking that sought to prove that the books themselves were sacred truth. My favorite thing about America is the freedom to believe in what makes sense at the Time.
The preacher was entertaining and he did a good job of bringing to life not only the stories, but the concept of God Himself taking on flesh and dwelling among us so that He could pay, out of sheer love, the price for human sin.
Like every other Monkey with more than twenty-five years in the rear-view, I had regrets and the idea of forgiveness for the mean things, both intentional and unintentional, that I did to other people along the way, was intriguing. I was also drawn to the concept of Jesus 'taking the wheel' and giving me the tools to live the best life that I could, via guidance from The Holy Spirit. Daddy issues, I suppose.
With my brand new Bible in hand, my index finger separating the twenty-third Psalm from the twenty-fourth, I went out back, sat down on a stack of wooden pallets, and prayed for the first time to a God that I truly believed was there. Incredible feelings washed over me. With the exception of one shot that I got in a hospital when I really needed it, that moment was better than any of the drugs I've ever experienced. For my new buddy Jesus, I even gave up trying to sleep with the girl.