Does God Exist? (Quoted)

Does God Exist?

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and
suffering that I have seen.  It's an explanation other people will
understand.

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
"I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God
doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick
people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would
be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who
would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he
didn't want to start an argument. The barb er finished his job and the
customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a
man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed
beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said
to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surp rised barber.
"I am here, and I am a
barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they
did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed
beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."

"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES
exist!

What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

 

The Mayonnaise Jar and the 2 Cups of Coffee...

The Mayonnaise Jar and the 2 Cups of Coffee...
 
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are 
not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.
 
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. 
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar 
and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then asked the students if the jar was full. 
They agreed that it was. 
 
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. 
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. 
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. 
 
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, 
the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. 
The students responded with a unanimous "yes." 
 
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the 
entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. 
The students laughed.
 
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that 
this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--God, your family, 
your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything 
else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the 
other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything 
else--the small stuff."
 
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or 
the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small 
stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "Pay attention to 
the things that are critical to your happiness.  Play with your children. Take time to get 
medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be  
ime to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things 
that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
 
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The 
professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full 
your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." 
 
 

Something i wrote 10 yrs back

The everenchanting love never dies but till the call comes from His home

Each night with tides the desire of touching thee rides..
But each ebb it flows back with a sigh
In vain it wishes to steer thru the sky..
Helpless but not hopeless the waves never lose the battle
hence with tide they arise to the moon's surprise never to settle

The grass over the ground lies bare
but adores the flower that blooms and stares
for some flowers are so innocent with a divine gloss
that its loveliest petals reflect the delicatest floss

That the grass would sometimes ponder
if it could ever touch that lovely wonder
But with this wish to caress the elite
it gets crushed under some ignorant feet..

But still every fortnight the waves splatter
And the grass grows ceaselessly sans fetters
Untill some drought shall dry the lagoon
and the grass shall wither on a summer afternoon.