Every once in a while I back myself into a corner with my writing and I am not sure how to proceed.  I am writing about different tools for a coping toolbox.  PTSD is an extreme emergency survival tool.  Unfortunately, it is like driving a tank down a residential street.  Gas mileage is terrible and it tears up the road, not very useful for day-to-day living.  I am sharing some of the tools I was taught to replace the PTSD tank.  One of those tools is religion, universe, or whatever entity a person considers bigger than just this life.  Some people go so far as to say religion is a crutch for the weak.  Many point out the destruction and abuse perpetrated in the name of religion.  I don’t have answers.  What I do know is personally for me, my faith in Christ was the rock at the bottom.  When I hit rock bottom, it was my faith in Christ that helped me inch forward through those dark times.

In college, I had a physics professor throw out the statement, “There is no God.”  Fellow students erupted into a heated debate trying to prove there was a God.  I watched the whole scenario.  No one took a personal stand.  They wanted to ‘prove’ something that couldn’t be proven.  I just kept watching.  The end of class came with heated bickering still bouncing between students.  When most of the class cleared, I approached the professor, I asked him, “Between you and me, do you believe in a supreme being?”

I still remember the grin on the teacher’s face, a bit like the cat right after the canary has gone missing, he answered me. “Any scientist, I don’t mean those social scientist they aren’t real scientists, knows their is  a supreme being.  The probability is too high for all this to happen by accident.”

I suffered from religious persecution.  Part of the abuse I experienced was religious abuse.  By the time I was 12 years old, I read the New Testament for myself.  I couldn’t rely on adults that twisted scriptures to suit their own agenda.  I found out for myself.  For me, Jesus is the Christ sent by a loving Heavenly Father, leading me home.  It is one of the most powerful tools in my tool box.  When all else fails, Christ is the Rock at the bottom. 

Isaiah 49:16 Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.