There’s a story to this print, but for now, look at the very last typed line: finding faith.
A physicist was recently quoted in a story whose premise was that the existence of an afterlife is “Impossible.” His proof of that was that “the laws of physics underlying everyday life are completely understood” and according to those laws an afterlife can not exist.
I had to laugh at his arrogance–and his stupidity. Scientists back in the day were also absolutely certain that the earth was flat. And that the sun revolved around the earth. Gotta love materialist scientists.
But it does raise the issue of “faith,” something I’ve been interested in for years. And knew little about. In fact, when people would talk about faith it puzzled me.
Although raised Catholic, the religion passed over me without touching me one way or another. I didn’t feel it in my bones or in my heart or even in my soul, whatever that was. And I certainly didn’t see the Bible as a set of literal stories. I saw it more like a collection of parables. Lessons.
Maybe it’s because I had a bent toward materialist science and wanted empirical proof of some kind. I wasn’t sure what that proof would look like; that part of it was vague. But the idea of faith fascinated me because so many claimed to have it.
“What IS faith?” I’d ask certain friends. “And how do I find it?”
I knew I wasn’t going to find it in organized religion. But I wasn’t sure how else to do it.
Then, my mother died and I set out on a journey to answer the question “where did she go?”
If we faded to nothing, well, it wasn’t logical: it didn’t make sense that the complexity of life on earth, our infrastructure, the way it all developed just disappeared. That we just disappeared. Even the big bang puzzled me–something had to start it. It couldn’t be simply spontaneous, from nothing. No, there was a lot we didn’t yet know. Couldn’t know. And wasn’t explained by current science.
I saw mediums, channelers and met scientists and doctors who studied afterlife issues. I met the famous Dr. Raymond Moody, who in 1975 started the public inquiry with his book Life After Life. I met Dr. Gary Schwartz, who put well-regarded mediums to scientific test and published several books on the subject. And stuff happened to me. My father appeared to me. My BFF made her presence known. I became a past life regressionist.
In the two decades since my mother’s death, I’ve learned that materialist science is not the god I thought it was. That there IS life after life. And while I can’t prove it to the satisfaction of physicists who are arrogant enough to think that the current state of science is all there is, I know it in my bones.
I didn’t find my faith in a church or a religion. But I found it.
This week I’m heading to an Afterlife Symposium where some of the best minds in the field will be speaking to some 500 of us. I’m bringing my goods and services to sell at a table that will be managed by a young woman who has helped me in the past, so I can attend all of the sessions. You might call it continuing education.
I admit that my path to faith has been an unorthodox one. But unlike material scientists who think they can explain everything, I have an open mind. Wide open.
After the symposium, I’ll report back some of the interesting things I learned.
I’d love to know about your own faith journey.
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