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The Coffee & Christ Show Talks How to Press on in Uncertain Times

Brother Fred really hits a home run with this show. Not only does he always bring in the fun but WOW he loaded us up with a great topic and made some excellent points. There are truly two kingdoms in operation — the kingdom of God and the kingdom of darkness. All ideas, beliefs, and methods of operation fall under one of these categories; there is no gray area here. Join us on this week’s episode of the Coffee & Christ show and get encouraged as we break it down and keep it real.

 

Check out more of Brother Fred on the Coffee & Christ Show:

God, Racism and Slavery on the Coffee & Christ Show
The Coffee & Christ Show Talking Truth Be Told

The Coffee & Christ Show Talks Patience 

 

Death Is Not The Only Choice

Death is not the only option

Outside of skiing, I can relate to everything my friend Elisabeth says here. Love is twisted so much in the world, this is why the words, “I love You” are not important for me to hear. Love’s an action and we should all be showing it in the way we treat each other.

 

I was not trafficked but I was raped in my own home for 13 years so I know the pain and hopelessness of feeling powerless. I’ve been forced and manipulated and I remember making the decision, at 15 years old, to take my own life because that is the only thing I felt I had the power to do.

 

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Canadian Teen Commits Suicide After Alleged Rape, Bullying

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No charges were filed? The young girl suffered at the hands of these boys and then in society and no charges were filed? Am I missing something here?

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My Life is Utterly Meaningless

MeaninglessSitting here in the recliner at my father’s house, I can’t think of one short-term reason to continue living.

Why am I here on earth? Why was I put here? Why was I even born? Do I have some kind of obscure intrinsic value to add to this world? Do I even serve a simple purpose? I’ve been asking myself these questions since I was ten years old.

I hear people talking about God and praising him but at this point, I am not even sure I believe He exist. He seems more like a charade, a lie everyone around the world is telling, like that of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. More propaganda of the world using a different name.

If He does exist than my reality is his fault. He bore me into this eternal hell giving me plenty of reasons to hate him. He’s force fed me more reason than I can digest at this point, more reasons than I can regurgitate from day-to-day.

I can’t imagine anyone putting a person on earth to live the life that I’ve been forced to live. An existence of vile, demonic, immoral servitude. It’s nothing less than heartless and impersonal. It’s a pointless process that no one should have to live through. It’s as pointless as the very way I was conceived and brought into this world because there was no love between my parents. My mother is not capable of love and her mistreatment of me, the neglect, emotional, verbal, physical and sexual abuse that I’ve suffered over the last 15 years is her way of reminding me of that every single day.

Why if God is real would he create such an evil being? Why would He put me here, choose Faye as my mother, and force me to live, in this family, amongst all these hateful, degenerate people? Why?

My life is nothing more than a ruthless, reprehensible train wreck, where I serve no purpose. It’s doubtful that I will have any kind of lasting effect in this world because in the grand scheme of things my life is utterly meaningless.

If God doesn’t exist, if He doesn’t create us then no one puts us here for a purpose, no one gives us life, which means I am not here for a reason and I have no intrinsic value to speak of, my worth is nothing more than subjective.

I’m judged by both sides of the family, and many others, including the police, simply because I am my mother’s child and because my brothers, Paul, Mark, Todd and Steve prove to be thieves, alcoholic and drug addicts always staying in trouble, always in and out of jail. Relatives assume that because they all lack character, I lack character as well so they slander me, talk down to me, belittle me.

I feel I have worth and am worthy of love but if there is no God to have a final say, who say’s I’m right feeling that and who says they’re wrong?

If God doesn’t exist, is there such a thing as right or wrong? Do I even have a soul? Do any of us have a soul? Is the immutable truth dead and buried or will I one day be able to speak it?

Maybe there are no biblical laws, after all, or moral absolutes to live by. How is one to really know?