I'm 73 and have been a "Christian of a different color" for over 50 years. I do not believe Jesus died for my sin, Hell does not exist and life outside Heaven is absolutely impossible. I was very fortunate to be raised by parents old enough to be my grandparents, dad was born in 1897, mom in 1903. We were not churchgoers, and the subject of God was never discussed in our home. Yet my mother taught me a simple bedtime prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I awake, I pray to the Lord my soul to take." Those words slipped into my child's heart like a gentle thread, weaving a quiet belief in a higher power that has never left. As I grew older, friends would occasionally challenge the idea of God:
"Where did God come from? I don't believe any of it
." I certainly couldn't answer
that question, but I kept my faith like a secret ember. Today I could simply state, "God Is" and become silent. However, after making a living in big ticket sales all my life, being silent is not my forte. We are
all bipolar, the right side of our mind is based on Spirit and love, the wrong is based on ego and fear. Fear of what? In the deepest part of our sub-conscious, we insanely fear God. Bob
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