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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 153 Joined: 14-December 04 Member No.: 614 ![]() |
I'm sure it came from some poetry somewhere. I've never heard of it before coming here. I'd love to read the origins of this place.
But my purpose in posting is more serious. I wonder if you really believe in a Rainbow Bridge? Faith is something we adopt in order to deal with the incomprehensible. It helps people to cope. But what if relying on faith leaves you feeling shallow and deluded? I hope Punky is not at the base of a Bridge with all other animals in all time who have passed on. I do HOPE that he is up there, if it is even up, and his domain is more than the base of a Bridge, and he is content and entertained and active, knowing I will join him soon. But there is no proof of this. I am destroyed thinking there might be nothing after death. Punky is gone. He is no more. Just POOF. Just as he did not exist before his birth. I ask, is euphemism good enough for you? Don't you feel panicked that this real world might be all there is? If you say "The Bible says it is so" then you again are relying on Faith and I go back to my original question. I've never desired faith more so than I do now, but it leaves me completely unsatisfied. It's a level of suffering that no one talks about on this board, but I suspect many of you have wanted to. -------------------- Bright Eyes, burning like fire. Bright Eyes, how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly suddenly burn so pale, Bright Eyes? |
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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 496 Joined: 6-November 04 From: Lynden, Wa Member No.: 548 ![]() |
My faith comes from the things that have happened in my life, I had always believed in Jesus. But you know what I really didn't know what I believed until I had no one else to turn to. I opened my self up to the higher being that chose me so in turn I chose him, everytime I speak of my father I release my faith. I have a book that tells me how he thinks and how I should behave while I am here. I think we get just what we believe in. Pamela
-------------------- Moose, you were a gift for my heart and my soul. I am so thankful to have had you. I love you forever My Mooser.1995-2004
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