Every time I doubt
the existence of God I must think of how I was led to meet my father just
before his death. A most disturbing dream impelled me to meet my father and do
something uncharacteristic. I who was at loggerheads with my father nearly all
my life was finally moved to apologize to him for my many faults. This humbling
of myself must have given him some relief. It surely gave me relief from my guilt, which had I not apologized
would have been unbearable. He gave me his blessing before the end hopefully
cancelling all the negative statements he had made earlier. So every time I
wonder whether God is real I must ask myself, "How did I meet my father
just before his death? What made me say the words that freed both of us from
the burden of discord? This cannot be just a fortuitous accident."
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