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Bohm_Bawerk
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God knows. Suppose I was raised as a Catholic and lost faith and then I reverted to being a Muslim who became a suicide bomber and then I had the mission to kill Protestant Missionaries and then the bomb did not explode and the Protestant said: “what are you doing there with your eyes wide open”, and then I would say: “I should be dead. Am I in heaven with all that was promised to me?” and the missionaries said: “Ns, son, you are on Earth but you will be in Heaven if you Accept Jesus!”.And I accepted Jesus and became a Protestan Missionary, but had to unload the bombs into a river that crossed by and the bombs exploded and there were millions of fishes comning up the water.and all the villagers were happy because they had fish to dry and children, women and men all went to the river to catch the fish. I was happilly reaching the Word of God but somehow missing that I had to delay my going into heaven, when the nice and smiling Protestant Missionaries told me to Go to the Shaolin to preach the word of God. But When I reached there, they said that they had heard some other protestant churches preaching and they did not want to hear more so, to spend the time I started to learn Kung-Fu with the monks and we had to meditate everyday. and I started to feel an inner peace that I never felt before since my first communion. And, helas, surprise, the next day a Catholic missionary came into town and he had a smiling face and did not preach and helped the poor, the lepers, the TB man, the sick, and invited me to his mass and tears came to my eyes as I remembered the same gestures, the same words, and I said, I want to become like this holy man that does not talk much but does good and serves the humble and the poor and the destitute. And I said: “Father, I want to be like you!” and He said: “Why my son?”; and I said: “Because you make me remember the face of a man I saw when I was a child in a picture: he had a circle in his head and spines in his heart and was raising his hand with 2 fingers up”: The holy man gave a big laughter and said: “That is Jesus,my son, I am a priest and I am not worthy to tie the chords of his sandals!”; and I said: "I want to be like you; and he said: “You will be like Jesus”. The old man priest died, I visit his tomb every week and here I am, healing the wound, treating the lepers and the TB, helping the poor and fighting for justice. I am not in a hurry to go to Heaven anymore. I have got much to do here.Converts and reverts are free to answer as well.
Is this seriously your story?God knows. Suppose I was raised as a Catholic and lost faith and then I reverted to being a Muslim who became a suicide bomber and then I had the mission to kill Protestant Missionaries and then the bomb did not explode and the Protestant said: “what are you doing there with your eyes wide open”, and then I would say: “I should be dead. Am I in heaven with all that was promised to me?” and the missionaries said: “Ns, son, you are on Earth but you will be in Heaven if you Accept Jesus!”.And I accepted Jesus and became a Protestan Missionary, but had to unload the bombs into a river that crossed by and the bombs exploded and there were millions of fishes comning up the water.and all the villagers were happy because they had fish to dry and children, women and men all went to the river to catch the fish. I was happilly reaching the Word of God but somehow missing that I had to delay my going into heaven, when the nice and smiling Protestant Missionaries told me to Go to the Shaolin to preach the word of God. But When I reached there, they said that they had heard some other protestant churches preaching and they did not want to hear more so, to spend the time I started to learn Kung-Fu with the monks and we had to meditate everyday. and I started to feel an inner peace that I never felt before since my first communion. And, helas, surprise, the next day a Catholic missionary came into town and he had a smiling face and did not preach and helped the poor, the lepers, the TB man, the sick, and invited me to his mass and tears came to my eyes as I remembered the same gestures, the same words, and I said, I want to become like this holy man that does not talk much but does good and serves the humble and the poor and the destitute. And I said: “Father, I want to be like you!” and He said: “Why my son?”; and I said: “Because you make me remember the face of a man I saw when I was a child in a picture: he had a circle in his head and spines in his heart and was raising his hand with 2 fingers up”: The holy man gave a big laughter and said: “That is Jesus,my son, I am a priest and I am not worthy to tie the chords of his sandals!”; and I said: "I want to be like you; and he said: “You will be like Jesus”. The old man priest died, I visit his tomb every week and here I am, healing the wound, treating the lepers and the TB, helping the poor and fighting for justice. I am not in a hurry to go to Heaven anymore. I have got much to do here.
I don’t think that my answer can be that I believe that I would be Catholic…but rather that I would hope that I would be.Converts and reverts are free to answer as well.