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In response to
"Oh and I do. I guess to me, Praying is to a God, or The God. "
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@babybean1128
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I was raised as a Roman Catholic, and the last day I went to church was the day I was confirmed (save for funerals).
Posted by
Heisenberg
Jan 30 '14, 20:23
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My father told me in the eyes of God, it was upon me to make the conscientious choice whether or not to continue to attend church and practice said religion. And so I didn't. Simply being told "this is how it is" didn't satisfy my curiosity or answer any questions. To this day, I still don't attend church, though I do admire (in a sense) my father's unwavering sense of commitment in going.
That being said, my wife and I nearly lost our youngest son, shortly after he was born (premature). I can vividly remember the doctor asking if we wanted a priest brought in to administer the last rites, and I absolutely refused. I felt if we did, that marked the beginning of the end... I had faith, not in "God" per se, but that if I believed (and to this day, I'm really not sure in what)... it would work out alright.
I won't lie. Those nights when I was alone, and I truly did expect the worst... I prayed, repeatedly. I don't know to who or why, but I prayed. Only because there was nothing else I could do. Granted, I believe in science (as opposed to religious beliefs), but during those moments, I had nothing else.
I don't feel as if I "lied" during those times, because I wasn't praying for me, I wasn't hoping for personal benefit or gain, and I wasn't seeking empirical evidence.
I just wanted my son to live. The IWK is a very good children's Hospital, and the staff were phenomenal. I can't single any one reason why my son is still with us today, and I'd just as much rather accept that he is than try to place credit where credit is due.
FWIW, I still don't attend church, nor am I a bible thumper of any kind. But I am thankful every day, because the alternative would've destroyed my wife and I.
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