In Reason to Believe,, Bruce Springsteen sings, At the end of every hard-earned day / people find some reason to believe. What’s your reason to believe?
My parents had a very difficult life during WWII and after, under a communist regime. They had to endure unjust imprisonment, twelve years of forced separation, and the killing of some of some of their relatives. When they were separated they decided to say every day at the same hour the rosary praying each for the other and so they did during twelve years. So when finally they reunited they said it was like they had been spiritually together all the time. They didn’t have problems to restart their life in common. They were so in love like twelve years before.
I learned from them to believe in the hard times and in the easy times. They didn’t impose to us. Later, I searched and studied to base my faith in knowledge and reason and not only in sentiment or a blind obedience. I found my faith reasonable. I found mostly God in the wonders of nature and all the good things the man is capable of. But above all in love. Besides love is the reason I keep struggling in this life of mine. So I would say love is the reason because I believe.
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