Religious Experience is Personal !
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Faith comes form living and observing
A religious experience is personal, and not observable. I do see how a religious experience is proof for the individual experiencing it. Furthermore, if you take into account the number of individuals that have had a religious experience, and compare them to the number of people living at the time, there is definitely enough proof statistically, of some type of phenomenon, to persuade a reasonable person to conclude that something has taken place.
To think that all of those people are experiencing some sort of mass delusions rather than a religious experience seems pretentious, if not ridiculous. Proof may lie in the belief of others’ experiences, but the statistics can not be ignored. Even if one were to believe that all of the people who have had religious experiences are simply lying about them, there is still a phenomenon that deserves attention.
Consider why that many individuals would choose to lie about such an event. Why would the events be so similar in nature? To me, logically; the only answer that makes since is that those individuals did in fact experience a religious phenomenon of some type. You could easily argue that the experience I am about to share wasn’t religious, but if not religious then what was it?
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My Religious Experience
About seven years ago my family and I were on our way to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for a much needed vacation. We were driving down, mostly because I enjoy long drives, it seems to me that there is no better time to reflect on life and the implications there of. We were about five miles east of I-275, traveling west on I-74 when it began to rain. As we neared the city; the rain began pouring heavily, and it was difficult to see much past the front of my vehicle. I carefully maneuvered the exchange ramp onto I-275, at which time the rain seemed to pour down even more heavily.
Just after the ramp our car began to loose power, we were slowing down, and it seemed that traffic had sped up. Which, is typical for that location, the speed limit may drop 10 miles an hour, but the general traffic picks up about 5 to 10. There was a point, just before the exit that we took, that I could only continue at 25 miles an hour maximum. We had to take that exit, either that or be run over by the traffic.
As we continued down the exit the car seemed to run fine, I pulled into the nearest gas station, in under the canopy, where I inspected the vehicle as best as I could. Everything seemed fine; no leaks, busted hoses, broken belts, loose wires, or any problems that I could see, and the car seemed to run fine. We decided to continue and if there were any more problems, I had family not far from there that we hoped we could make it to. The rain was still terrible, and I drove cautiously, but the car was fine.
We got back onto the interstate and about a half mile down the road there was a wreck, we were just close enough to see it. It was the worst accident I have ever seen, vehicles on both sides, east and west, were piled up; it looked like at least three semi-trucks were involved and at least 15 vehicles if not more. Authorities hadn’t even made it there, and we were close in the line of traffic, so it had to of just happened. My wife and I were in shock, we couldn’t believe how close we had been to being in that horrible mess ahead of us. If the car hadn’t messed up we may well have been. The car ran fine the rest of the trip, and is still running fine now it has never acted like it did that night since. To some this may not seem very religious, but to me, it is definitely religious and no one could ever convince me otherwise.
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