I recently read a very sensitive article on CNN’s ireport about a woman who has decided to raise her kids without religion. In her article, “Why I Raise My Children Without God,” this woman (under username “TXblue08″) lists several bold reasons for choosing to do so, and says she believes that with “the next generation of kids (there is) a wave of young agnostics, atheists, free thinkers and humanists rising up through the ranks who will, hopefully, lower our nation’s religious fever.”
As I read through her reasoning, I couldn’t help but feel sad. First and foremost, I felt sad that she doesn’t believe there is a God. I felt sad that because of the tragedies and hardships that so many people face, she believes there couldn’t possibly be someone all-knowing and good that is over all.
I want to give some short thoughts on this, but am hesitant to quote scripture or modern-day prophets. My viewpoint is simply my own, from experiences I’ve had throughout my life as someone who has faith that God exists.
I was raised to believe in God. I was taught to believe he is there, he is always there, and he always will be there. I was taught to pray at a very young age and told that my Heavenly Father would hear me. I never thought of God as being “imaginary” like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Through experiences I’ve had where my fervent and earnest prayers have been answered — and some when they haven’t — I came to trust and rely upon God, even though I haven’t talked to him face-to-face in this life.
In her article, TXblue08 says she thinks “God is not present. He is not here. Telling our children to love a person they cannot see, smell, touch or hear does not make sense. It means that we teach children to love an image, an image that lives only in their imaginations.”
I think a lot people have probably thought, at some point in their lives, the same things this woman thinks: Why doesn’t he seem present?
I don’t have the answers. This past year, especially, I have felt my spirit weighed down by all the terrible, horrible tragedies that have happened and found myself wondering both “how” and “why” many times.
This is what I think: There is a lot of evil in the world. You can see, hear and read about all of the darkness that exists daily.
Because I know that evil exits, and there has to be opposition in all things, I know that goodness must exist, also. And it does.
I have seen too many miracles happen in my life to dismiss them as mere coincidences or good luck or right timing.
I have traveled the world and met many different types of people. I’ve had the opportunity to learn about different ideas, religions and cultures. I’ve lived my life as a very active and religious person, and then as someone who didn’t have the opportunity to attend church every week for several months at a time.
For me, choosing to believe in God is something I feel will better my life and the life of my family. Having faith that there is a Father in Heaven who loves me and is watching out for me, even when bad things happen, gives me so much comfort and hope. And it feels right.
I believe in God. What do you believe?