The Rationality of Faith

Science is a proof of human’s objective critical thinking. It relies on what can be perceived and questions that which cannot by senses.

I have the habit of analyzing things that are debatable most of which are illumination of my own struggles. The key is to look at both sides and judge things as seen in my own world. In this note, I cannot imagine how many times I’ve doubted faith, not as by product of influence but failure to give meaning to it. They say faith in God, also majorly associated to religion, is a motive by old tradition. Historically, it is. Cave men who were uneducated by matters of electron and energy gave credit to God for building fire. Christianity was overruled by western conquest tapping inferior culture. And then the war between identity of us and them. If this is what it is, then what good does it do? Maybe we are wronged by our own convictions. Faith was later on used in behavioral psychology to empower mind…to eliminate fear.. to kill doubts in achieving passion or goals.. to capitalize in business perspective. Results were astoundingly significant. It makes sense to believe that in the midst of challenges where resources seem rare, faith in God keeps human from moving forward no matter what the odds are. It is an ambitious mind in our subconscious which affirms rugged paths are temporary havoc towards some bigger end. It is a small flick of hope, while despairing “being” of alone, that there is one God who walks closely behind you. Is faith a subliminal notion of profiting and exploiting man’s capabilities?

My faith is an offspring of death and physical pain. I think people who have come across a short slip from total darkness would share the same sentiments. Realization of faith to me is a chance to value and live life. Strength to walk, breath and use my hands are gifts that I owe God. When my heart beat slowed down and body cannot move an inch, I’ve seen life like episodes in a movie. For years, I descended in that state of wanting for possession, reputation, and vanity..which never conclude to anything when you’re close to shutting down. Once I’ve accepted that nothing is personally owned in this world, I’ve decided to provide and serve others. To never care how I dismiss the opportunity for gains..My purpose is to live in the will until last breath comes to perish like mist.

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  1. I am honored! As is God.

    • I just published my first book. I think that our purpose is based on unique traits. It’s psychological in nature but ultimately live its purpose. I look forward to reading more of your exposition..

      • That may be my gift this holiday season I shall acquire your book and look forward to your story shared! I happen to enjoy Psychological stories from a humanized perspective especially one I have had the gift of observing and admiring from afar through words shared.

  2. I am quite taken my friend. A post worthy of a Beautiful Lady and soul! Over the last year you have transformed and I give you two thumbs up! Thank you for sharing your story’s thoughts and your heart.


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