How did you find God?

[OMEGA]

every one seems to have a differnet story on this one.

Some had a single revelatory experience, that occurred in one instant.

Some had a cumulative building of the belief that God exists, and then finaly began believing in him.

Some are on the fringes.

Some don't believe at all.

just curious, I would love to read the experience of others.

 

[Franco C]

In the form of friends.

-franco

 

[naturally anabolic]

im sorry i have taken the faith i put into a religion and put it into myself, yes i believe there is a god, do i think a church or synagogue<sp> is required or even a set faith? no. more wars were fought because of religion then any other single reason, i will have no part of such a manipulative and corrupt establishment. When i see a priest driving a brand new caddy and golfing everyday it literally makes me ill, if that person truely were a man with faith and had given himself to show god then he should sell that fuckin caddilac and help feed and shelter some homeless....

 

[Taps]

I've given religion a crack before. It's not for me.

I don't believe in God, per se, but I am a spiritual person. Even though I've looked for God, I've never been able to find Him.

I make due with a quest for enlighenment. Not currently on the path, but I'll get back there eventually.

 

[Rockafella Skank]

Whenever I hear that phrase, "I found God," I think to myself how arrogant it is to think that a mere mortal could accomplish this. I believe that it is the other way around. God finds you.

 

[OMEGA]

about the church, and all other institituions, that are hierarchical in Nature...esp. Roman Catholosism,

they are prone to operate like a state, that is contolled by a few, and imposes it's will, based on it's size on others, sometimes constructively, sometimes destructively.

so yes this definatley a flaw of a MAN MADE institution, that professes to be congruint with Gods beliefs, and convictions.

Personally I believe in God, and even though I went to the church, several times a year, i seldom felt his presence then one day...... it happened in the morining.

the presence was undeniable even to the most sceptic eyes, because I was one.

the only thing I can say is that if you felt what I did you would know

I had to submit my ego consciuosly for the feeling to enter my being, I had to let go, and the moment I did, that instant I knew.

my ego was battleing for controll, like a prison cage around my brain, the key was submitt, and let go then I new

 

[smallmovesal]

it was during my second senior year when mom found jesus christ. his spirit was trapped inside an old manoshevitz bottle that mom picked out of a dumpster behind the old 7-11. mom brought the bottle inside and set it down on top of the tv. then she told all of us kids to gather around, and then she explained how jesus lived in the bottle... and how if she wanted to, she could call him out to do her bidding. sis said it reminded her of an old tv show, and mom slapped her and called her a heretic. i didn't say anything because i just remembered that time outside the safeway when it took four security guards to hold mom down. jesus loves me yes i know for the bible tells me so... when i'm weak he makes me strong, that is why i sing this song.. if i die before i wake pray to him my soul he'll take jesus loves me yes i know...

it wasn't long before people from all over the world started coming to our house to see the bottle. at first i thought it would make me more popular at school but instead it seemed to have the opposite result. kids would stop in the halls and point at me and say, "there's the boy whose mother keeps our savior cooped up in that tiny little bottle!"... and then everybody started calling me "bottle boy", and that really hurt. it was also around this time that mom started to attract some pretty weird followers - like that guy who never used deodorant and spoke only in riddles, and that woman who collected 19th century amish swimwear. mom yeah she loved jesus but not like others did for she had a special bottle in which our savior lived.. mom yeah she loved jesus but not like others did for she could unleash his vengence by unfastening the lid.

as the year went on things went from bad to worse, and i realised that if there wasn't a big change pretty soon i'd never be able to get a date for the prom. i couldn't go the year before because mom belonged to a church that considered dancing a one way ticket to hell, but that's a whole other story. anyway, by this point mom had appeared on the richard bey show, AM philadelphia, and geraldo - so there was no use in me changing schools since everyone knew who my mom was. also we had to spend all the money from mom's personal appearances and hire a bodyguard, cause by this point, we were getting about 400 death threats a day.

then one night i just couldn't stand it anymore. while everyone else was sleeping, i crept downstairs. slowly i went up to the bottle and began to unfasten the lid. at first, nothing happened, but then the room filled with a thick, white smoke. i was thinking my sister had taken the batteries out of the smoke detector to put into her walkman. when the smoke cleared, i found myself face to face with the son of god, who was much shorter than i'd expected. he told me since i'd freed him, he'd grant me one wish - and that's how i got to go to the prom with geena davis - but you probably already read about that in people.

 

[naturally anabolic]

such a presences has never existed in my world omega, my ego has never been a strong factor in my life. i felt dirty going to church, i could just feel the evil that radiated in the building, the greed and the lack of caring...i brought this up with the priest when i was to be confirmed *the last time i was there* and he told me i was being foolish and that it is a "place of god" where no evil can enter....well he can continue to drive his 2002 STS and play golf while there are people starving not a mile away from the church, i would rather help the homeless instead of preach damnation and the need for money.

I also feel the bible is one of the best works of fiction ever written. A group of well educated individuals decided to come together a make a "story" by which order would be created out of choas, much like myths, promising salvation and heaven to the meek, pulling the wool over the eyes of people so they could gain and maintain power.

 

[Taps]

it was during my second senior year when mom found jesus christ. his spirit was trapped inside an old manoshevitz bottle that mom picked out of a dumpster behind the old 7-11.....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So that's your family in a nutshell, huh? lol

I still think your mom is hot.

 

[OMEGA]

Naturally Anabolic.

I hear you.

I have ran in to professed theologins, and people of God and had seen evil in there eyes.

one of them actually was a member of Congress,

and when he spoke everyone obeyed like sheep, and hung on his words as if he was an agent of God.

i questioned him openly, and proceeded to engage in a give and take concerning murder in times of war, he said it was justified under certain conditions, and I continued to refute and dismatle his "therories"

and when he asked my professors who I was, and then introduced himself to me, I did not see any God in his eyes, but I did see something, and it was unspeakable,
and dark