Well, this is the start of my “blog”. I’m new to this…well, kind of. I’ve had a “My Thoughts” section on my website ever since I started it but didn’t even realize that it could be a blog! I even restructured it a few weeks ago because it was kind of a pain in the butt to enter it the way it was. But now, thanks to the bwg at vanderwoning.com, I’ve found a useful tool.
I’ll have to be sure to thank him, but first I want to get this looking halfway decent.
So now it’s automatic using Blogger.com.
Now I’m off to send an e-mail to the bwg!
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This is a test of the changes I made to the template.
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Life is an incredible thing. Just recently I’ve been faced with a loss in my family, as well as seeing the evidences of others’ grief over lost loved ones.
Sometimes I think it’s harder on those who are still living. Which of cours leads me to wonder what actually happens to the soul when you die.
I’ve been doing a lot of spiritual soul-searching recently. I’ve been focusing on Christianity, I suppose because I was brought up to believe that Christianity is the “right” religion. But I’m still not sure. I have doubts. How can you believe the figurative and age-old Bible? I’m a person who sees things logically and realistically, I have to be literally shown something before I can believe it.
I’ve been reading the Left Behind series lately and now I’m on book 4, Apollyon. It’s very interesting reading and it’s one of the things that has prompted me to find out more about the afterlife, if there is one.
I have many questions to ask. How can we know Jesus was who he said he was? If the way to be “saved” is to believe in Jesus, then what happened to those who lived *before* the New Testament?
There’s another book by one of the Left Behind series authors’ (Tim Lahaye) called “Jesus, Who Is He?” that I *started* to read. I thought it was going to be a little more objective and unbiased than it was, but the author made me feel so *bad* about being skeptic, I felt I had to put it down. I can’t help I think the way I do.