Posts Tagged ‘Belief’

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Insight into death.

The epic of Moby Dick.

Do we truly live?

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© Paul Nichol.  2015

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We had such a good time,

or so it seemed to me.

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© Paul Nichol.  2015

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It is impossible to half believe in God, you either do or you do not.  The term agnostic is nothing more than convenient niche for people unwilling to publicly and spiritually deny a God.   It is not for a God to prove himself to any of us, to perform simple tricks to receive adulation, for if a God did exist, he would have no need of those who demanded proof his existence or denied him or her.

To have a religious belief is just that, a belief.  It is more than consumerism for the soul.    Belief in God can define the nature of an individual’s life, shape families, communities, countries and world history.  To believe in God is to believe we are more than just a collection of transient atoms, that life has a deeper purpose other than propagation and death.   God could be many things to many people, and take on many forms both real and imaginary, who is to say, which ones are right and which ones are wrong?  People do not need permission to believe in a God, nor do they have to prove the validity of their belief.

At this point in my life I do not believe in God, but neither do I have the sureness to proclaim there is no God.   I have experienced many strange and unexpected things in my life and know that each day I wake, I will discover something new about myself and the world in which we live.  I know only what I know today, not what I will know tomorrow, this is my quote for life.

As Confucius said “He who knows all the answers has not been asked all the questions.”

There are no definite answers only better questions yet to be asked………………..

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Easter.

Chocolate treats.

Non-believers engage,

in the Christian calendar.

And shop.

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© Paul Nichol.  April 2014

My wife has asked me, to ask you out there in the big wide world, this simple question.

H, as I will call her is a  Christian, where I have yet to find God.

The question H wants me to ask you, is:

How can you help me find God in time for Christmas?

Sterile soul

Posted: December 12, 2013 in Cinquain, Poetry
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Ploughing.

Turning over

old thoughts, furrows my brow.

Is new growth possible? Could I,

reap self?

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© Paul Nichol    December 2013

Various poems can be found on my blog, please take a moment and explore.

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‘Build an Ark!  Why on Earth?’  Paul’s wife scoffed as he told her about his dream.

The Church congregation stared in bemused silence as Paul proclaimed that God had spoken to him.  ‘He has instructed me to build an Ark.  Will you help me’? He pleaded.

‘Why would God speak to you? You, a non-believer?’ the Priest asked indignantly, as they waited in the wet street for the police to arrive.

The Psychiatrist was unavailable, as the rain was torrential and his house waterlogged.  I have lost everything he told the Custody Sergeant.

Paul knelt in his cell and prayed.

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© Paul Nichol 2013