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I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your Mom sounds really awesome, and this sort of passphrase is really smart. But, "proof" of God's existence in this way would eliminate the need for faith. Conversely, you also cannot prove that God does not exist, making it a faith, of a sort, in both directions. Truly, faith is a choice: you choose if you are going to have it (or try to have it), or not. And thus not having faith is also a choice -- it's an implicit, and sometimes explicit, rejection of faith; and, thus, God. So I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for that message from your Ma, as awesome as she sounds; if she is wrong, and there is no heaven, then you will never receive that message; and, if she is right, as I deeply and humbly believe, you will also never receive the message because that would eliminate the need for you to make a decision, personally, to have faith or not. |
I was a weird kid, and my mom protected me. I grew up on a farm in a pretty rural area. When I was between my sophomore and junior year in high school, my dad wanted me to work on the farm, to make me a man, or whatever. I wanted to go to science camp for the summer. Ma, put her foot down, and I got to go to science camp.
I dunno about the god stuff. I am not holding my breath on the message. But, I am lighting her candle.
That's all I got to say on it.