Believe-a Creed of sorts

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I believe in God, who is seen, and unseen.
I believe in Angels, who both walk the earth, and walk alongside us.
I believe our physical body is merely a vessel that houses our spirit, which is why it doesn't matter what you look like, or whether you are more or less able-bodied than the next person.
I believe in love, for pure love is all we really need (and if we look closely, we are all loved by someone).
I believe in peace.
I believe that our path is already laid out before us, that we are all on a journey.
I believe that we make choices everyday, and that these choices are part of the journey.
I believe in suffering and the hard times, because despite it not feeling like it, we often become stronger, or learn an important lesson.
I believe in being strong, but that we all need someone to lean on for support.
I believe that people come into our lives for a reason.
I believe in nature, for it is the comfort our souls need in order to keep going.

I believe that you should believe in something (it doesn't have to be a religion, or God).
The highest power you can believe in, is yourself.

What do you believe in?



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  1. ElizabethJanuary 6, 2013 at 6:52 PM

    I believe that my sense of humor is something graced and gifted to me, and that it sustains me.

    I believe in black and white and above all, gray.

    I believe, the older I get, that I don't know anything.

    I believe that God is Love and that Love is God.

    I believe that Buddhist principles and ways of thinking will help me the most in my path with my daughter.

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  2. Phil DzialoJanuary 6, 2013 at 10:26 PM

    I believe , and Tielhard de Chardin in the Phenomenon of Man (1955) said it better than I can express, that "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience." ...de Chardin was a rather radical French paleontologist and Jesuit.

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  3. Eric FischerJanuary 13, 2013 at 1:01 AM

    A religious person asked me,"if you don't prescribe to any set religion, what do you believe in?"
    Without hesitation I answered, "I believe in my son. I believe in his journey and what that represents within humanity."

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