People who know I’m religious might be surprised to learn that I
sometimes doubt there is a God.

Then I think of the events leading up to my mother’s death, I see the
great kindness of God toward us both, and I feel all better.

It began with something going wrong. God things often do, I’ve
noticed. I had been caring for my mother, Dorothy Glidewell, for
thirteen years, since she had a major stroke in 1988. The stroke took
her ability to move her right side and to speak, except for “yes” and
“no.”

During the last five years of her life she never left her bed. And she
never had a bedsore.

I was proud of that.

And then she got one, in her heel, and it wouldn’t heal. I propped it
up, tried all sorts of ointments, and it just got worse. I had to ask
for help from the Visiting Nurse Association, whose nurses began
coming by twice a week. I could never have made it heal, they said.
Healing would take six weeks of special medication.

Oddly enough, this was the first God thing. Because I was going to
need the calm reassurance of those visiting nurses in the days to
come.

Late in that April of 2003, my brother David drove from Montana to
Virginia for what became his last visit. As soon as Mother heard he
was on his way, she began to glow with happiness, and she kept that
glow throughout his visit.

Only hours after he left, she apparently had a small stroke, which
took her ability to feed herself with a spoon. She began sleeping
ninety percent of the time, as she had done after her stroke in 1988,
one reason I decided she’d had another.

This began a series of events, which I believe were small strokes,
each of which took something. Soon she forgot how to chew and could
only have soft food. And, oddly enough, that

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It gets worse in the rest of the article.

> "(that was when) I began to see most clearly the hand of God orchestrating 
> her departure."

Strewth!...  to use one of the few useful things gods have left us, the 
ability to blaspheme (even if there is no longer any such thing on a legal 
level in the UK, fortunately).

pga

On May 14, 12:25 am, gaintio...@126.com wrote:
> People who know I’m religious might be surprised to learn that I
> sometimes doubt there is a God.
>
> Then I think of the events leading up to my mother’s death, I see the
> great kindness of God toward us both, and I feel all better.
>
> It began with something going wrong. God things often do, I’ve
> noticed. I had been caring for my mother, Dorothy Glidewell, for
> thirteen years, since she had a major stroke in 1988. The stroke took
> her ability to move her right side and to speak, except for “yes” and
> “no.”
>
> During the last five years of her life she never left her bed. And she
> never had a bedsore.
>
> I was proud of that.
>
> And then she got one, in her heel, and it wouldn’t heal. I propped it
> up, tried all sorts of ointments, and it just got worse. I had to ask
> for help from the Visiting Nurse Association, whose nurses began
> coming by twice a week. I could never have made it heal, they said.
> Healing would take six weeks of special medication.
>
> Oddly enough, this was the first God thing. Because I was going to
> need the calm reassurance of those visiting nurses in the days to
> come.
>
> Late in that April of 2003, my brother David drove from Montana to
> Virginia for what became his last visit. As soon as Mother heard he
> was on his way, she began to glow with happiness, and she kept that
> glow throughout his visit.
>
> Only hours after he left, she apparently had a small stroke, which
> took her ability to feed herself with a spoon. She began sleeping
> ninety percent of the time, as she had done after her stroke in 1988,
> one reason I decided she’d had another.
>
> This began a series of events, which I believe were small strokes,
> each of which took something. Soon she forgot how to chew and could
> only have soft food. And, oddly enough, that
>
> http://users6.nofeehost.com/death8/html/Death/20060925/9306.html

REPLY:  It is far more accurate and wiser to say :' I believe in the
personal Creatpr existing, but I dont understand his ways or why
certain things happen the way they do'.  Also, it is important to
remember that God is NOT the cause of tragedy, evil, or chaotic things
that occur -- he loves us enough to give us a tweaked Universe so we
could live on this Planet , and, he demonstrated his love and concern
for us by sending his own Son to pay for our many sins free of
charge.  The Creator is an awesome person who walks right along side
of us when our loved ones are hurting or dying.   Ill post a site that
will give you greater clarity on this. Regards.

IlBeBauck@gmail.com wrote:
> On May 14, 12:25 am, gaintio...@126.com wrote:
>> People who know I’m religious might be surprised to learn that I
>> sometimes doubt there is a God.
>>
>> Then I think of the events leading up to my mother’s death, I see the
>> great kindness of God toward us both, and I feel all better.
>>
>> It began with something going wrong. God things often do, I’ve
>> noticed. I had been caring for my mother, Dorothy Glidewell, for
>> thirteen years, since she had a major stroke in 1988. The stroke took
>> her ability to move her right side and to speak, except for “yes” and
>> “no.”
>>
>> During the last five years of her life she never left her bed. And
>> she never had a bedsore.
>>
>> I was proud of that.
>>
>> And then she got one, in her heel, and it wouldn’t heal. I propped it
>> up, tried all sorts of ointments, and it just got worse. I had to ask
>> for help from the Visiting Nurse Association, whose nurses began
>> coming by twice a week. I could never have made it heal, they said.
>> Healing would take six weeks of special medication.
>>
>> Oddly enough, this was the first God thing. Because I was going to
>> need the calm reassurance of those visiting nurses in the days to
>> come.
>>
>> Late in that April of 2003, my brother David drove from Montana to
>> Virginia for what became his last visit. As soon as Mother heard he
>> was on his way, she began to glow with happiness, and she kept that
>> glow throughout his visit.
>>
>> Only hours after he left, she apparently had a small stroke, which
>> took her ability to feed herself with a spoon. She began sleeping
>> ninety percent of the time, as she had done after her stroke in 1988,
>> one reason I decided she’d had another.
>>
>> This began a series of events, which I believe were small strokes,
>> each of which took something. Soon she forgot how to chew and could
>> only have soft food. And, oddly enough, that
>>
>> http://users6.nofeehost.com/death8/html/Death/20060925/9306.html
>

<cnyp>

'Sorry but I just have to say something: I've snipped his crap for the 
benefit of those who plonked him:-

The reply was a joke! ...I believe in god but I understand bugger all about 
it is the next best thing to saying "I'm an Agnostic bordering on Atheism."

Of course nobody understands much about it because the collective 
intelligence of the Christian church is neither large enough or organised 
enough to be able to concoct the massive amount of feasible fables necessary 
to explain and give decent credibility to their superstitious claptrap that 
they preach.

If "The Creator is an awesome person who walks right along side of us when 
our loved ones are hurting or dying." then why, if this is true, does he, 
being allegedly all-powerful and omnipresent, not heal them? - Well Jesus 
allegedly did while on earth - so if as you teach Jesus is god then why did 
he pack it in when he allegedly went back to heaven?

There's something wrong there: You teach that your god encouraged people to 
kill others; men, women, children, and animals, until Jesus - the son of 
your god who also *is* your god arrived on earth, where he healed and 
resurrected people, got crucified for it and also under suspicion of leading 
a proposed insurrection, by the Romans, returned to a higher plane and was 
given even more power, and now looks on indifferently while people die in 
whatever circumstance.

If that were true then it would be the ultimate vindication of the phrase 
"Power corrupts."!

But not only that but now, according to your teaching, he's going to send 
everyone who doesn't do exactly wht he wants to be tortured eternally: Do 
you see a pattern emerging here?

First we have a barbaric savage warlike god who instigates battles for land, 
then suddenly we have a gentle pacifist god who shows the ultimate in 
self-sacrifice and humility. Finally we have a sadistic childish 
control-freak god.

Examine historical trends and parallel them with this: I'm not an expert 
historian; but from what I do know I see another pattern which fits. - 
Warlike inter-tribal primitive civilisation with a likewise god, then there 
was the promised Messiah scenario in Jerusalem at a time when the Romans had 
established a somewhat-more controlled society and the Cult of the Goddess 
was becoming the Cult of Isis, and then throughout the dark-ages emerges a 
god of clergy-control, of torture, of obedience: Draw both of those lines 
statistically on the same graph and they're virtually identical; if you get 
what I mean.  What we are dealing with is an ever-changing deity who varies 
in appearance with the society that believes in him, their actions, their 
fears, and their dreams: A god generated by society to fit that society.


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gaintion01@126.com wrote:
> People who know I’m religious might be surprised to learn that I
> sometimes doubt there is a God.
> 
> Then I think of the events leading up to my mother’s death, I see the
> great kindness of God toward us both, and I feel all better.

Reading his story it is obvious that his mother became progressively 
more sick, that medical intervention could do little and she died, 
after a period of several years where her quality of life was very poor.

There is nothing there that constitutes any evidence for a god 
whatsoever, outside of his own head. Strange, isn't it, that people 
grasp at this sort of "personal evidence" in a bad situation.

regards, Ian

Ian Smith  wrote:

> gaintion01@126.com wrote:
> > People who know I'm religious might be surprised to learn that I
> > sometimes doubt there is a God.
> > 
> > Then I think of the events leading up to my mother's death, I see the
> > great kindness of God toward us both, and I feel all better.
> 
> Reading his story it is obvious that his mother became progressively 
> more sick, that medical intervention could do little and she died, 
> after a period of several years where her quality of life was very poor.
> 
> There is nothing there that constitutes any evidence for a god 
> whatsoever, outside of his own head. Strange, isn't it, that people 
> grasp at this sort of "personal evidence" in a bad situation.
> 
> regards, Ian

And if she'd recovered and lived, that would have been evidence for a
god too. Heads they win, tails you lose.
-- 
Jon