My belief

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If my neighbor believes that the correct way to use a fire extinguisher is to inhale the foam and blow on the fire as hard as you can, then, I worry about him. The more comfort he finds in his belief, the more I worry, because his comfort is reducing his chance to read the instructions and question his belief. If he wants to prove to me that he is right, I welcome that opportunity, as long as he lets me speak and doesn’t use tactics like interrupting and emotional blackmail to keep me from making myself clear. As long as we are all listening to one another’s full arguments, then I am happy when he tries to convert me, because it is so important for him and me to make sure we are correct. What makes my head spin fastest is when he accuses me of hating him and disrespecting him when I try to show him why I believe he has a misimpression. Surely if I didn’t love and respect him, I wouldn’t try to help him out.

I would worry too, but I suppose you have to get the foam out of the person’s ears first, not so easy. And read the instructions to him but what more can be done is up to him. This is why man has invented psychiatrists and mental drugs.

This reminds me of all the times when I see some one smoking cigs I have tried to tell them it is not good for them and they have heard it all before but what can you do.

Theologically speaking divine guidance is needed for belief.
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