I can almost hear the answer I would have given a few years ago to what I’ve just said: How could an abstract entity help us face the pain? Why should we fool ourselves with heavenly tales? But today I suggest that we try to ask for inner strength. I don’t know how it happens, but we’ll become stronger.
Sunday, but he never ventured inside the church. Instead, he waited for her at the café’ across the street.
We children were definitely getting mixed signals. At any rate, we were the rebellious type, and I’m sure that
if both our parents had tried to talk us into going to church we would have refused flatly. But later in life,
both my brother and my sister became devout Christians. I started wondering if I was the only one left in the
family who wasn’t religious, so one day I asked my dad if he believed in God.
"Absolutely", was his laconic reply. He never said another word about it.
I suspect that today he understands that being good is a pattern among Christians. He fell for a catholic girl!