Senior Synthesis: My Belief or Disbelief in God Must be Understood Backwards

This is gross to God. Professor Russell Dykstra writes in a Standard Bearer that, “Divorce is ugly.” “It’s when one home becomes two”...”at enmity with each other.” Marriage is meant to be a bond of friendship forever. Marriage is a picture of Christ and His church. This picture is getting ruined by the world when parents divorce. This sin of divorce is progressing quickly and it is causing other problems as well. The “two families are at enmity with each other” is said once again by Prof. Dykstra. They absolutely hate each other. This is very complicated for a child to live through. Prof. Dykstra speaks of Elizabeth Marquardt who is the author of a published book called Between Two Worlds in which she explains the hardships of living in a home with divorced parents (Marriage Divorce 2). She says in her book that children living in these kinds of homes are living a difficult life. Children have to learn two different ways of living. One parent expects this and that from the child while the other parent has different expectations. One of the biggest things a Christian, who is in the midst of a divorce, faces is that of his or her belief. The cause of divorcement in the church is that of beliefs most often. The parents do not agree on what they believe so they figure they can’t live together. Without a say, the child is forced to believe a certain belief while at one house while another belief at the other house. The confusement that must be going through this child’s head is almost unimaginable. So for this child, the only way to escape this mess in his or her life they runaway.

In my eyes, God’s existence was as true as the existence of the brain. I have never seen it in real life, but I have seen proof of what it can accomplish. It got me thinking about my friend who was Jehovah’s Witness. She was raised differently compared to me. The difference between my Jehovah Witness friend and my atheist friend was that I was able to relate more with the one who believed in our God. I began to think deeper than just the exterior difference between us. I started thinking about how he pictured my religion. In his eyes, I believed in someone who did not exist. I believed in someone who, in many people’s eyes, had no legitimate proof of existence. The following day, I went to apologize. I told him that he had the same right as me to believe in what he felt was

According to Köstenberger and Jones, God, Marriage, and Family, the western civilization is confronted with the need to define the meaning of the terms marriage and family (. p.15). I do believe that we as people got away from the design God intended for marriage and family. I never grew up with my father in the home and my parents never were married. My mother did marry but I never saw their marriage the way God intended for marriage and family to be according to His Word. The home was so dysfunctional that I developed emotional problems that carried into my adult life. As an adult I never knew I had problems until I got married myself. Even in my marriage it was not geared to what God intended. My ex-husband grew up with his father and mother in the home but did not learn about marriage and family God’s way. His father was very abusive to his mother and it was carried into our home. Both of us has two different beliefs on marriage and family. He believed that the wife has no voice and she

My belief in god has no firm beginning. It was just something I accepted like two plus two equals four or that chocolate ice cream tastes really good. I never really knew that you did not have to believe in god as everybody I knew for most of my life did. That was until I encountered, my cousin, Ryan’s beliefs or lack thereof. He thought

Believing in God is an act of faith, we might not have a physical prove of God's existence but we still choose to believe in him because we sense in our life the presence of something bigger than us, that supreme being that can justify and give more sense to our existence.

At an early age my parents taught me about God. For example, every night before my parents and I would go to bed, my mom said the Our Father to me. Eventually I learned it as well and we would all say it together. However, I don’t exactly remember how I learned about God, or who he was. What I do remember is what I thought about God. I thought about God as a protector of my family and loved ones. This was the image of God at the time because during the times we prayed at night my mom said things like, “God, please protect my family here on Earth and take care of my mom in Heaven with you.” From the start I believed in God as well as believe that my relatives that had passed away were up in Heaven, with Him.

This might not change anyone's mind, but I thought this story was interesting nonetheless. One night, I was searching through Quora, and it was early in the morning (I hadn't fallen asleep yet). I was reading through many stories, and many opinion's and "truths" of the world, and decided I would become atheist. I had previously been a Christian all my live, and was scared to doubt or believe differently or even critically think of religion, in fear of going to Hell, or on a more personal level, having my parents being disappointed with me. But, even through all this, I felt I couldn't believe in God, well not necessarily God, but I couldn't accept Christianity's view on religion and God. So I guess I considered myself no longer a Christian,

Why I believe God is imaginary. I was raised to be Christ-like. Raised by a religiously insane mother who tried to put the fear of god in me. She would always say that god was an angry god, and he will smite his enemies but he loves me. confusing isn’t it so throughout my childhood I believed this mess. I spent most my childhood trying to understand how god works. Even tried to close out all influence from other religious people and talk to him on an individual basis and get to know him personally. But I felt like I was a sinner and god didn’t want to talk to sinners. so I would always ask for forgiveness before I would try to talk with him. during some conversations with god I would have bad thoughts, then have to stop and ask forgiveness again for having them, so he could talk to me.

I understand that everyone don’t believe the same thing I do, nor will they ever. They believe that if there was a God so powerful why would let bad things happen, but that is where faith comes in. God says that he will never leave nor forsake you and I believe that will all of my heart. God is with you in the valley and on the mountain. God is with you even when you do not want him to be with you. He also loves you no matter what, even if you don’t love him.

Believing in god has it's many reasons. Some of them has to do with spiritual or universal Force. People would like to have the faith that there is a purpose to this world. If the believe of god did not exist then the purpose of life seems meaningless. God gives humans a purpose of living in this harsh world. As a society we would like to have the hope that there is an ultimate power that humans cannot imagine. People like to believe that there is something that created the earth, the moon and everything that surrounds us. Coming from a strong religious family, I learned to believe that there is a purpose to life. I do not want to imagine that I am only alive so I can eat or work to survive. I like to believe that everything was created by something or someone. For example, a table was created by human, so the question of who created humans then comes to mind?. However, many people believe in god because they want something in return. They like to believe the existence of great power that hears their cries and their prayer. People believe in god because they believe in there is someone that exists that provides their humanly needs such as food and shelter. People want to have the believe that something exists that provides them even though we cannot see it with the human eyes. For example, If a mother prays for her sick son, and the invention of medicine of medicine comes through then that mother will believe that higher power heard her prayer and

That is why I decided to try the Mormon faith. No, I do not have a faith in any God, but I would love to discuss what you mean by 'God' first to make it sure we are talking about the same thing =)

I always remember going to church with my mom and brothers; my Dad is not member of the church and he disagreed with almost everything, specially serving a mission. Actually he said to us that if we even think about going on a mission he will divorce my mom.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is

My family, in some way, was always a part of the church community and growing up in the church and believing in God came as second nature to me. I had never questioned or doubted my faith in Him, until September of 2013, when my brother, Anthony, was diagnosed with two cancerous brain tumors. Being only 13 at the time, I knew everything happened for a reason and that God had a plan. But, seeing Anthony’s health deteriorate from the chemo filled my head with doubts. Why would God do this to my family? How could he make his own children suffer? Just why? In the worst time of my life, I thought God was not there.

My mom once told me when I was young and ignorant, “Faith is the foundation of a beautiful friendship with the one person who will always remain by your side”. These words were expressed even more profoundly every Sunday in the echoing corridors of a small church by a priest I had yet to know or even care about. Preaching with his perplexing words in which I could only muster barely a fourth of my full attention span listening to. Thus, the term faith did not exactly resonate with me until many years later. My early years were filled with the teachings of the bible in Sunday school and later on as well in middle school during Friday night sessions. Unfortunately, my mom was an extremely strong enforcer of our faith for she was also raised Catholic from birth, but my dad on the other hand has a more scientific approach to how the world came to be. The years I spent in Sunday school blurred into an everlasting line of bleak nothingness just a ticking clock waiting till an end. Even today I do not remember anything that occurred within those taxing sixty minuets of constant bible studies it’s as though I lost the key to the inner workings of my childhood. Nonetheless, there have always been unbelievably great role models in my faith such as my mom, youth ministers, and friends who encourage me to be open to my faith. However, it’s always been my own restrictions that prevent me from furthering my relationship with God. So when my sister suffered her first severe