eamonn wrote:
The good thing about experience is that it is yours and something that can help the individual grow (or not) and as long as it is put that way then i cant see how it should be too devisive. Id be interested to know what experiences have made the difference for you.
I have more respect for you as someone who has questioned their belief and came to an individual choice rather than someone who just always believed without truly questioning because that is what they where brought up with.
I do have a problem with the thought that 'non-believers' go to hell regardless of how good they are as individuals so if christianity and this assertion turned out to be true then id still shun it due to what i perceive to be injustice and a god that gave the majority of the population little chance to go to heaven. No disrepect taken from you as an individual or indeed most rational christians as opposed to the raging fundamentalists who act contrary to the teachings of Jesus in the bible.
First of all, it is the teaching of the Catholic Church, as it always has been, that anyone can go to Heaven. While those who seek righteousness in their lives might not consciously turn to God, they do so regardless. Therefore, those of any faith, or no faith, can still live in a way that is pleasing to God, thus being fit for the Kingdom of God. The Church does teach, however, that even this form of salvation comes from God through His church.
Now, let me tell you a story. I left the Church when I was in high school, around 1965. I was going to an all-boys Catholic prep school and I think I had had enough. I decided that my intelligence informed me that God was a fairy tale.
I went through undergraduate college, met all kinds of people, made few friends, lost my "innocence," looked into all sorts of spiritual philosohies including satanism (reading about it and having a girl friend who was also into reading about it).
In 1976, I met a group of people (the cast of a play I was in) that were among the best people I have ever known. I needed a friend and I found several there. A couple of them were very convicted Catholics.
Slowly, I began to explore different Churches. The Unitarian Church, various Protestant denominations, but I always found something missing.
By 1977, I found myself attending the local Roman Catholic Church (I had quite consciously decided that I would not end up there). I began to attend Sunday Mass, and a few weeks later, I picked out a priest and decided that I could talk to him. I attended a mass he was celebrating (they were listed in the weekly "bulletin"). As I sat there, I decided I would talk to him "some other week."
He began to read the Gospel, the parable of the Prodigal Son. I thanked God for using such a heavy club to knock me over the head.
I have experienced many such "coinicidences" in my life, some related to Church, others just connected to people I know. I have long ago abandoned believing in "coincidences."
I'm not very good at putting a face onto the Holy. What the hell, we aspies aren't good at putting faces onto anything, but I know what I have experienced.
Peace.