- Religion and Philosophy
On Dealing With Non-Believers In Your Faith
I am a child of The Living GOD. As such I often run into people who consider me delusional because, as they say, I choose to believe in a fairy tale. They often assert that the only reason I believe in this GOD is because I have been brainwashed into doing so. When I attempt to tell them why I believe in GOD, they tell me I am lying. I tell them they are being close-minded and they say no, it is me who is being close-minded.
Some people who reject GOD are polite and respectful of those who accept HIM. Others are down right rude, mocking and ridiculing something they cannot and never will be able to understand. To them, I am lying when I share the event in my life which forever changed the way I think, influencing my beliefs, even though it happened at an early age.
Before I was born, while I was in the womb still, my mother dedicated me to GOD, asking HIM to guide and teach and protect me throughout my life. She had 4 daughters, but I am the only one she did this with, and even she does not understand why. She was not particularly religious at the time, she simply felt moved to do it.
GOD, who is always faithful, has done just that. Both mom and I nearly died as she gave birth to me. At three years old, I was given almost a whole bottle of aspirin by my older sister (She was 5). I died for 4 minutes. Being dead for 4-6 minutes, the chances of my being brought back dropped to almost nothing, and if they could bring me back, the chances of my having water on the brain or brain damage was incredibly high. But while I was dead, I met JESUS. He sat me upon HIS lap and told me I could not stay, it was not my time. He also showed me an opossum and sat me upon a white horse. Needless to say, I was brought back. I remained in a coma for 6 days. When i woke up the doctor was leaning over me, face to face, checking to see if I was breathing. He startled me and I screamed and punched him in the nose. He said he was never so happy to get punched in the nose than on that occasion.
In all honesty, if not for that event, I probably would have been a genius. (my oldest sister would have been one, except some deer antlers fell off the wall and punctured her brain. it did not kill her but gave her a chance at being a normal child). I suffer from epilepsy and a bad memory. The bad memory is both a curse and a blessing. I am happy that I am as intelligent as I am, I would not want to be a genius. As it is, sometimes I get frustrated or look down on others because they seem so slow or down right stupid. I do not like this feeling and work against it. If I had been a true genius I may have ended up a very unpleasant person.
When I was between 7 and 9 yrs old, I nearly drowned...twice in one day. The only reason I did not drown, is because I breathed water. I was a very shy child. On this occasion, we were at a lake, and I was watching some kids playing under a large permanent raft. I got the courage up to ask what they were doing, and a kid explained that they were daring each other to duck under the water under the middle part of the raft, where the cross beam was submerged. If they did it right they would come up on the other side where there was a few inches of space between the raft and the water and you could breathe. After the kids left the raft, I went over to see if I could do it. The first time, I did it right. The second time, I came up crooked and bumped my head under the main part of the raft which was submerged. I started bumping my head along the bottom working my way to the edge of the raft so I could swim to the surface. Just as I hit the edge, quite without intending to do it, I suddenly took in a lungful of water. And breathed it out again. I inhaled and exhaled 3 times, exhaling as I broke the surface, and all the water in my lungs came gushing out. I climbed up on the raft, slightly shaky, and lay there in the sun a few minutes. Even now, I am amazed that what was going through my mind as I lay there was not how I almost drowned, almost died. It was not about how I breathed water. Instead, as I lay there, I was trying to figure out what went wrong. I knew I could do it right, because I had done it right the first time. Like a dummy, I decided to try it again. Everything happened identically to the first time. This time when I climbed out onto the raft I decided not to try it any more. It was not until I was in my twenties that I learned people cannot breathe water. No one will ever convince me that GOD did not save me twice that day by causing me to breathe water.
Those two events are just a drop in the bucket of all that GOD has done for me. I don't believe in GOD because the Bible tells me HE exists...I believe what the KJV Bible says because I believe in GOD. GOD is my teacher, provider, guide, comforter, friend, Father, and so very much more. HE is more important to me than the air I breathe. I would gladly choose HIM over any human, be they family, friend or complete stranger.
GOD tells us not to strive over words, not to argue. And indeed, it is fruitless to argue. I will share my experiences with others, but as soon as it turns into an argument, and I see they have no desire to believe what I say, I will end my part in that conversation, even if it makes me look bad. GOD does not need any human to defend HIM. "Vengeance is MINE saith the Lord."...GOD will take care of those who reject HIM. And honestly, I could care less if they believe me. I know the truth of the matter and so does GOD, and that is all that matters to me. GOD does not need people to believe in HIM in order to exist. If anything people need GOD to believe in them in order for them to exist. Because if GOD did not believe in us, we would not exist, period. People can deny the existence of hell, but that does not mean it does not exist. GOD is clear that there are consequences for making the wrong choice. There is no one to blame for what happens to us, but us.