I’ve always believed in God. I’ve known since an early age that I would some day go to heaven, but at the time I had no plans on doing so. It wasn’t brainwashed into me. I had plenty of questions as a child. I was influenced and even entangled by some intellectual, scientific peers in college who told me my beliefs were nothing more than a myth – a fairytale – something I should forget about if I wanted success.
I’ve heard comments that put this to the test again. “Raising children in the Christian faith is nothing more than child abuse.” or “How can you feel good about your parenting skills when you are doing nothing but indoctrinating your children?”
Of course, I feel I’m firmly planted in my faith, but it saddens me that someone would accuse me of brainwashing my children – subjecting them to a set of rules and regulations that can’t possibly keep – making them feel guilty for doing wrong. How terribly, horribly, uncaring I must’ve been as a parent – engraining all that responsibility and good citizenship into them.
I cannot tell you the number of times I thought there was no hope for me. I put on a happy face and appeared like the perfect mom, but I had no real peace. I was covering my own insecurities with a mask which belonged to someone I didn’t know.
Now that I’m drawing closer to the end of my life, I see many friends passing into heaven. I feel the pain of those they’re leaving behind, but I know the confidence they have in eternal life. This gives me great joy. I know I’ll see all of them again. I realize that life here is merely temporary and the best is yet to be.
To those who have numbed their minds with scientific theories and unproven thoughts, I beg you to consider looking beyond the grave. Where will you be when you die? Will it all end there? I’m confident that I’ll have another chance once I die – it’s a gift from God and the place I’m going to is the original paradise designed for God’s creation.
You’ll find Him in science, because He created everything. He knows all about biology and every species of life. He knows about design, technology, space, art, nature, music – everything, because He made all of it. He is in the trees, the mountains, the depths of the seas. We can’t hide from Him, because He’s everywhere. He can place an army of angels at our disposal when danger attacks. He can protect us when we suffer, even though we may wonder where He is in that. He can heal broken hearts. He gives chance after chance to those who disobey Him. He loves us unconditionally. That sounds like perfection to me – not a myth.