faith
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I believe there is a sacred rhythm in every heartbeat—a divine presence woven into the fabric of our daily lives that calls us to look deeper, to feel more fully, and to love without reservation. I believe that this higher power is not confined to dogmatic creeds or the structure of organized religion, but lives
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“So this is hell. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture chambers, the fire and brimstone, the ‘burning marl.’ Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!” No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre Sartre’s famous line really makes you think. It challenges the old-school images of
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My father was a loving and accepting man. I watched him grow and evolve over the years—his beliefs shifting as he learned, as he listened, as life opened his eyes in new ways. He never clung to an idea simply because it was familiar. Instead, he allowed himself to question, to reconsider, to change. When
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Who would be the Antichrist? The idea has fueled centuries of speculation—from theological debates to conspiracy theories to vicious political accusations. Rooted in Christian eschatology, the Antichrist is often imagined as a charismatic deceiver, a figure who rises to power, opposes Christ, and ushers in an era of unspeakable chaos. Yet in a world that
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Losing your eyesight as you age is terrifying. I don’t talk about it much, but every year, my vision gets worse. And with that comes a quiet panic—one that sneaks up on me in unexpected moments. Like when I struggle to read something I know I could see just fine a few months ago, or
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Have you ever heard that we lose 21 grams at the moment of our death? Some say it’s the weight of the soul—a notion that feels both mysterious and deeply profound when it comes to remembering someone as irreplaceable as my dad. Lately, I’ve been immersed in memories of him—cherishing the warmth of his laughter,
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God, This morning, I wake up once again with a heavy heart, wondering how the world is ever going to come out of the darkness that seems to have taken control, slowly choking it. I know you see it, too—the hatred, the violence, the way people tear each other apart over things that should bring
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I always start a conversation with a paranormal client the same way: “What do you think it is?” That question does more than just break the ice—it hands the power right back to the person experiencing the phenomenon. After all, they’re the expert on their own life, their fears, their memories. I’ve learned that when
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I was about four years old when one of my earliest memories unfolded—a simple, magical day in St. Louis. It was sunny, and my mom and I set out for a walk, just the two of us, in search of ice cream. Every step felt like an adventure. I remember the rhythm of our footsteps
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