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LadyGrace I hear the story about your grandmother, and I respect her devotion. But her beliefs don’t determine the validity of your actions here—erasing others’ perspectives and dominating the conversation is still what we’re talking about.
Dominating the conversation that I was having with myself? I was having an introspective conversation when I wrote this post. Anyone can read it and join in, as you have; and I welcome your criticism. The statements I made are tentative.
Family faith doesn’t automatically give you moral authority in this discussion. And while I respect your grandmother’s devotion, faith isn’t inherited. Her beliefs don’t automatically make yours true or ‘saving’; each person’s faith is their own responsibility.
Asserting authority is to close the mind to inquiry. Only a fool would do that. Faith may be personal but truth is not. No?
I’m curious—how do you reconcile idolizing your grandmother as a model of faith with the fact that her question, 'What if nothing is true?' might have planted doubt in you? How do those two fit together in your mind?
My grandma did not plant doubt in me. I had gone down her path of faith that she inspired in me. I left that path without her knowing, one that she clung to till she faded away when the body died. The faith my grandma had served her well in a world of uncertainty.
I can see why death would feel frightening, especially when you think about your father and grandmother. But what they experienced doesn’t have to define you.
I don't know what they experienced. I was not there when their bodies died. Death doesn't frighten me at all as long as I die before I run out of money, or before the body starts breaking down. My nightly prayer is for death to occur before my healthy body wakes.
Even in the face of death, God’s love is constant—He’s with you, holding you through the fear. You don’t have to face it alone, and it doesn’t have the final word over you. That's why Jesus died on the cross. He provided a way to rescue us from death through the forgiveness of our sins and the promise of eternal life in heaven. That way, there’s no guessing where we end up. We have a say in that, and that is by choice.
This is what my grandma would say, more or less.
