Originally Posted by Herkdriver

I was 36 when my Mother died. My Dad had already passed away. I was for all intents and purposes an orphan. I was deployed to Kyrgyzstan as part of Operation Enduring Freedom which is the war in Afghanistan. I visited an orphanage at Charikar village near Bagram Airfield. I had a few boxes of crayons, the small 8 pack kind and I gave these out to some of the kids. A girl of probably 7 or 8 years with very bright sky blue eyes gave me a hug for this. You would think I'd given her the World.

She had nothing in this World. No parents. An extremely uncertain future in a war torn village.

I believe God exists in moments like that. Two orphans in the World, with diametrically different lives simply found a moment of solace.

or maybe you all are right. There's no God, there's no Heaven...suffering means nothing.

It's all pointless.

I choose hope, I choose God.