Day 1, God's work begun

A family friend of my dad's is a staunch Buddhist who will not hesitate to tell you what Buddha teaches. I believe so are many people out there.

I am a Christian. I have nothing against Buddha himself, but that is only as far as I will go, to acknowledge a good philosopher.

I used to be an inquisitive teenager like most other teenagers out there. Asking a lot of why and seeking answers. I was brought up in a Christian environment and was taught from the Bible. I had my doubts. I wanted to find out about other religions.

I didn't go too far, because I could never get past the Creation.

Most religions talk about peace and doing good to others, but none, except Christianity strongly teaches about the creation of time and space. After getting past the you-must-do-good-unto-others part of religions, I cannot help but probe deeper as to what makes me 'me'.

Why do others not talk about Creation? Only because they are religions formed from human beings. Buddhists have many gods, so does Hinduism. Gods for the fields, kitchen, earth, finances, health, etc. But none for Creation.

I'm a little more familiar with Buddhism, so I'm going to make some references to it.

Reincarnation. I don't like that idea at all. How tiring can it be to go through life again and again, based on one's good deeds? If I have done enough good, I can choose to be reincarnated to be a better person, perhaps born into a more affluent family. For how long? Does this not discriminate against the poor or sick who are not able to give financially or with their strength?

I chose Christianity eventually, only because I know where I came from. Right from the beginning of the Bible, it says that God created the heavens and the earth. All living and non-living things on earth are of His handiwork.

He made man. And woman. In His image. That's where I came from. Adam and Eve to Noah and his ark, to my parents and now me. The Big Bang theory didn't take root in me. I cannot believe that things can happen by such pure chance. It is already so difficult trying to 'bump into' a neighbour from the same street, how much more impossible it can be to have the universe and living things happen out of chance?

Why is it important to believe what you believe in? For me, it meant a life of hope, of eternity spent with my maker, praising and worshipping Him.

You know, the thought of mankind worshipping another man just do not attract me. It's as good as my descendants worshipping me, a mere mortal, who did nothing, but lived and died.

Or, what about worshipping animals and carvings out of wood or a story figure? I might as well cut out the prettiest-looking Snow White who came back to life after the Prince kissed her. One myth as good as another.

Why would man worship man who could not bring hope to life? Look to the Creator and let Him give hope.