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I was raised catholic, went to catholic school for 5 years - then, my family and I became diet Catholics. Then I met my wife and introduced me to Christianity. It was more of a want/need for her than it was for me. As time went on my faith grew bigger, I saw miracles, my wife’s niece whom had a 10% survival chance after being born with a condition is now 10 years old. Be it science and /or the doctors, there were a lot of people praying for her. I lost my mom and a year later my dad - I truly questioned my faith and my beliefs and asked why? I never got an answer. Then I suffered a pretty difficult health issue and somehow I was “spared”. I asked why me? Why did I go through that? I didn’t ask why me? Why was I saved/spared? I don’t have any answers but I can vouch for the power of prayer. But I can also see the other side of the token and be left without answers. As I continue my healing journey, I’ve learned that believing in something is better than believing in nothing at all. I choose to believe God is my lord and savior and I continue to pray for your healing. But like you said … “what do I know?”

Stay strong buddy!

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