Thoughts on Faith

In the long while that I've had this blog, I've never posted anything about my faith or beliefs regarding life and philosophy and whatnot. I have a friend who has a blog on this site and her main usage of it is to write devotional poetry about her faith. I'm not really a poet, and I don't use writing as a confirmation of my faith. And that's OK. But I guess I want to share with the world just a couple of things regarding faith and my beliefs. For the record, I'm not going to get all “Jesus-y” and preachy, because I'm not really comfortable with that sort of thing.

I think that part of Christianity, along with most other religions, is affirming that things DO happen for a reason and events that happen are in no way coincidences, they are reminders of an all powerful being that exists beyond our world (in my case, the Holy Trinity and God). Even before I became a Christian, I believed things did happen for a reason, but that affirmation continues to grow stronger as my faith and my religious believes grow and change with the events that happen in my life.

A few days ago, my sister, Tara, was involved in a serious bike accident. She received a lot of road rash and a severe concussion as a result—a concussion that caused her to lose all memory of the incident and the hours after it. You would think that her being harmed was not right; after all, if God is good, then why must everyone (and Tara in this case) suffer such trauma? Well, here's the thing. The premise of the accident was that Tara was going down a hill and hit a couple of jagged potholes. She went over the handlebars and fell on her head. I wasn't there, so how do I know? She had her accident right in front of someone's home and some people were outside and saw it happen. It gets weirder when the man who saw the accident knew my grandfather AND we share the same last name with him (he's my paternal grandfather). So when she told him her name (she couldn't tell him much else, not even her age), he called my grandfather immediately after calling 911.

So to me, the proof of God is in these two points:

1. She was wearing her helmet. The helmet was destroyed and there is a rock embedded in it that we still can't get out. That rock would have been in her head. She could have gotten brain damage or died without it.
2. The fact that she crashed right in front of a place where my grandfather and I could be reached immediately. We live in a rural area—she could have had the accident where there was no one around to help her and when we got there she had heavy amnesia and confusion. She could have stumbled down the road and gotten hit and killed by a car.

My sister is one of the most important people in my life. We've helped each other out on many, many occasions and there are times where I feel I have nowhere to turn except for her friendship and love. We are twins and we are connected in so many ways—now we are connected in our faith in God. No matter how many miles separate us, we are connected through our words and our spirits. What happened to my sister on Thursday and the events surrounding her accident are a reminder to me that there is a God.