Don't blame God for what goes wrong. Find the wisdom in the experience and move on.
Baisakhi is the Sikh New Year and the founding of the Khalsa Panth.
The festival originated in 1699 when the Tenth Sikh Guru, Guru Gobind Singh, formed a Khalsa (Brotherhood of Saint Soldiers) to fight against
I think of myself as a kind, decent person from a good family. I was brought up to believe in a God of love and was involved with the church when I was a kid. My mother is a devout Christian and a beautiful person.
I know many people whom, in my opinion, don't care about God or religion but they seem to have their own way and get whatever they want. It seems that these people have such an easy life.
About ten years ago this so-called loving God took great pleasure in ripping my family to pieces. My father contracted a chronic illness which left him an angry, nasty man needing constant care.
My mother became his full-time nurse against her will and had to give up all her freedom. My dad aims all his frustration at me, and my brother tries in vain to be a peace-maker.
As if that was not enough, God then decided
I often wonder about religion, faith and tolerance.
This time my questions were triggered by an item about a postcard advert for a non-emergency phone number for the police. The postcard featured
I recently read a very interesting book, The Bookseller of Kabul, written by Åsne Seierstad. The book provides a snapshot of an Afghan family and their daily lives. From a Western point of view the patriarchal society and the oppression of both women and men is probably shocking, but for those people it is a way of life.
The book raised an interesting question for me. The question does not only cover large issues such as