A God for Lions
World Religions Simplified
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I remember the first time that Audrey told me of him. She spoke of him as if he were some sort of foreign dignitary. Some sort of interplanetary dignitary. That early the day before he had boarded a giant spaceship and that although he would be traveling at the speed of light, it would take him several months to get here. And I remember the day he arrived. I remember all seven pounds of him. Each and every one of them. And I remember his first frown. His first smile. His first tear. His first laugh. And I remember his first step. His first word. His first bruise. His first day at school. His first communion. His first baseball mitt. His first home run. But of all the things I remember of him was his first hug. It came from deep within him. An electric communication of some sort or other. One that could have only come from royalty. Perhaps divinity. And it has never left me. His first hug. For it was heaven, you see. And then there were the many talks I had with him, my many conversations with Johnny. And here I want to share some of them with you. From the birds and the bees to that time we visited the New Jerusalem together for the very first time. Where we checked into the Golden Hotel that sits at the crossroads of Faith and Reality.
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By the time of his tenth birthday biking, hiking, climbing, swimming, baseball, basketball, football, hockey, tennis and a somersault or two had claimed half of him. And, perhaps, one would call it curiosity, scrutiny, intellect, impulsiveness or just simply the need to know had taken over the other half. That had at this very early age made him into the Sherlock Holmes of our household. But, unlike his celebrated predecessor of the nineteenth century, his investigation was not of this world, but of the next. It was late in the afternoon when I went down the steps into the family room to see what the little rascal was up to. As I entered the room, he exclaimed, "So they have one too." He was hunched over reading a book that I would later come to know was the Vedas, the ancient Hindu scripture. "One what?" I repeated his statement in a question. "The Hindus. Those in the east also recognize a Holy Trinity in their God, three persons in one God." "There are three persons in the eastern God too?" I questioned in a tone that successfully suppressed my surprise. "Yes," he replied, "and, what’s more, they recognized a Holy Trinity long before Christ came along. Actually, it was set forth in their scriptures, their stories, over two thousand years before Christ’s time. In the Hindu case," he read from the text, "God the Father, ‘Brahma’, is the Creator. And, likewise, Christ has His counterpart in Hindu scripture," he turned a page, "in ‘Shiva’ who is the Redeemer or Reincarnator.’ And ‘Vishnu’, the counterpart of the Holy Ghost, ‘keeps the balance between good and evil, tells one right from wrong.’ Vishnu, for the Hindu, is the light of wisdom, the Enlightener." He looked up at me with an inquisitive smile. "So?" I said it more as a statement than as a question. "Don’t you think that that is a little strange? After all, at His time Christ did not know that they were there." "Who were there?" I asked. "The Indians and the Chinese. The Great Wall of China had been built two hundred years before the time of Christ. But Christ did not know that they were there. That’s why in all of His testimony He never mentions them. And it is also why He never provided for them in His most sacred testimony, ‘Unless one believeth in me and is baptized, one cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven.’ It is obvious that never having heard of Him, the Chinese and the Indians had no chance." "I don’t see anything strange about that. After all, all those who came before Christ didn’t have a chance either," I decided to head him off, "this doesn’t mean that Christ is not the same God as is God the Father." "No?" he shot me a questionable glance as I took my place at the table across from him, "We shall see," he murmured, "we shall see . . ." he pulled forward the New Testament and opened it to a page that he had previously bookmarked. (continued in A God for Lions)
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About the Book
This is a book for old and young alike who are not certain of their immortality. It is for those who have doubt, either great or small, that the rose can, indeed, grow on the other side of the wall. This is not a book of theory. Rather it is a book of reality, one of fact. A chance for you to remove the question mark from the end of your life. A collection of three dozen or so fun and heartwarming short stories that progress into a series of conversations with a young boy that tell of his struggle to define his faith. Included in Johnny’s dialogue is an in-depth discussion of the world’s major religions including Christianity, Judaism, Islamism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism and some others. Each story is structured upon actual quotations from the particular scriptures including the Bible, the Torah, the Koran, the Vedas, the Tripitaka and the teachings of Tao. In an entertaining way they tell what each religion is all about. Similarities and differences concerning the concept of creation, the way one is to live ones life, the intended structure of society, sexual practices permitted and forbidden, and the possibility of an afterlife. And, perhaps, most important of all, an explicit description of what the afterlife will be like in each case. The investigation ends in the Sure Bet, that one need no longer be dependent solely on belief for ones salvation, that there exists scientific proof of a hereafter. A sampling of the stories: Major Similarities among the World’s Religions
Major Differences among the World’s religions
The Remarkable Scientific Case for Reincarnation
Just What Are We Trying to Save?
The Case for Saving Ones ‘BODY’
The Case for Saving Ones ‘MIND’
The Case for Saving Ones ‘SPIRIT’
The Case for Saving Ones ‘SOUL’
Explicit Descriptions of the Hereafters:
The Taoist heaven
The Hindu heaven
The Buddhist heaven
The Muslim heaven
The Jewish heaven
The Christian heaven
About the Author
A few years ago, the author had a near death experience, and lying in a hospital bed, he was told that he might not make it through the night. A priest was sent for, and he was given the last rites. He had been a good Catholic all his life, and as he lay there, he felt that there was a fifty-fifty chance that he was going somewhere, and that meant to him that there was also a fifty-fifty chance that this was it. That this was curtains – that he had had it. Having had a second chance, he decided to take that chance, to increase his chances above a flip of a coin. To remove the question mark (?) from the end of his life.