The eternal struggle to believe in a higher power
Faith in a higher power is a fascinating aspect of humanity, and people come to it in a plethora of ways. If there is a higher power looking over us and listening to our prayers, guiding us when we need it the most and proving to us that it’s there, then why doesn’t it make itself more widely known instead of putting us through such dark, painful times? What makes one person who has believed in God all their lives lose every ounce of their faith, and what makes a lifelong skeptic feel God’s love for them in an instant? These are questions that we may never know the answer to until we pass on. And even then, do we just cease to exist and rot away, or do we graduate to a higher plane of existence?
These Redditors got into an incredible discussion about having faith in a higher power whether they’ve felt it forever, they worked very hard to feel something, or it filled them within just a moment. Have you had a religious experience like this?
A suicide attempt. I drank a bottle of wine and took one of my mom’s blood pressure pills every 15 minutes until the bottle was done then passed out. A few hours later I woke up and I swear on my life that I felt hands pulling me up by the shoulders and leading me to the bathroom. A voice in my head told me to chug water and make myself puke until my stomach was empty. I was sick for days afterwards but I’m sure I would’ve died had that not happened. Maybe it wasn’t God but it was something and it made me believe that there’s something other than what we can see. (grossgeorgian)
I was at the lowest point in my entire life. I grew up with an abusive, alcoholic step-father and other situations led me to depression and the only light I could find was God. It definitely isn’t an easy journey and I have a lot of views that don’t usually co-exist with Christianity (gay marriage and abortion). My life now is significantly better than my life used to be and I credit Christ for that. (credenius123)
I grew up catholic and then decided I no longer believed in God and thought it was all a crock. I held that belief until last year. My husband went in for 2 open heart surgeries and had 3 strokes during surgery. I went into the chapel at the hospital and prayed and prayed…..still kind of unsure but I figured if God exists I am at least going to try. When he was still having a very tough time in the hospital I went to the church where I had gone so many times with my family. I walked to the door and it was locked. Crying with my head in my hands, I walked back to my car and heard a voice say, “Wait!” It was the church organist. He asked if I was okay and I told him I wanted to go inside to say a prayer. And he let me in.
I went in all alone—no one else was in there. I sat in the same row I used to sit with my family and I cried so hard. I was sobbing saying “please PLEASE God! Make him well. Please! I am so sorry for ever doubting you! Please!” and after crying and kneeling I sat back in the pew, I breathed a deep sigh, and I felt love. I felt stronger. I knew we’d be okay.
I sent a note to the church thanking the organ player a few days later. My husband is healing and recovering and getting stronger everyday. And so am I. 🙂 (jonsnowsgirlfriend)