Facing your own mortality without faith of some type would appear to be a frightening proposition. I do remember a professor of mine saying once that since we don't recall being fearful before we are born, if it is that same "nothingness" when we die...do we need faith since there is nothing to fear?
My Mother died this past year and on Mother's Day I couldn't help but reflect on her, as well as my own mortality. I attended a service for a dear family friend in the afternoon. She had passed away at age 108...a truly remarkably long and fullfilling life. As I sat listening to the pastor speak of her good works and faith over her many years of life...I wondered if she had not had her faith to sustain her, if it would have been less of a life, than she had lived. I remember her strength, as well as my Mother's in her final days...even though a pastor said Mom was a "timid Christian", (in other words she was afraid of death). Mom and all of us are human,therefore perhaps fearful, and definately not perfect. But hopefully we leave impressions on this earth, during the time we are fortunate enough to spend here, only a meer sparkle in time, and only perhaps a twinkle the hearts of those we love.
I am not a Christian couselor per se....but I choose to have
my faith. It is a choice, after all....as is how
we live.
Jodi H. Underhill MEd. LMHC Licensed Mental Health Counselor & Certified K-12 Guidance Counselor License #MH9166 Phone: 386.747.7148 Fax: 407.264.8289 www.junderhilltherapy.com
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