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Is christian Faith reasonable?

This is a really fascinating, true Story of an Hindu Yogi who converted to Christian Faith .... http://www.amazon.com/Death-Guru-Remarkable-Story-Search/dp/0890814341 I have read that book and will try to retell it by my own ... in some days. But here a short of the author himself: http://www.leaderu.com/wri/pages/maharaj.html

Part 4: One evening, my thoughts went back to my childhood. Yes, the years between ages three and seven had been good ones. After the divorce of my parents, I lived with my mother in my grandparents’ home and there was really nothing I lacked. My grandparents were simple people and both very good-natured. I had a sense of well-being and felt sheltered in their presence. But I was not a stay-at-home guy. I liked to explore and discover things in the area around our home, especially with my friend Elmar. And there were many things to discover. For example, the little hills with their small ponds and pathways in the back of our small settlement. At other times I played the normal childhood games with the other kids such as hide-and-seek, some sort of ball games or “cowboys and indians”. Later, at the age of seven I started going to a nearby school with great chestnut trees. I was very impressed with them and in autumn I loved to collect the red-brown fruits at the bottom of the trees. At home, with the help of my mother and matches, I made animal figures out of them. The first year in school went by followed by my first summer holidays . And along with this came a big surprise. My mother and her new partner for life, I called him "Uncle Horst", had married and wanted to take a honeymoon trip on a light blue moped to the south of France. And they had decided that I should stay for that period of time with some relatives out in the countryside. Uncle Willi, the brother of my grandfather, and Aunt Mary were absolutely the kindest people and made me feel welcomed from the very first moment. They lived in a small, lovely farmhouse within pure nature. In the back of the house was a great, slightly sloping meadow with many, many fruit-trees. Every morning and every evening the deers came out of the nearby wood and ate some of the fruit. I also remember very well my daily walk with Aunt Mary into the chicken stable, helping her put the new eggs carefully in aunt’s basket. Or looking over the fence into the big garden, where Uncle Willi was often working in the afternoon. So in those days, I felt completly loved an in perfect harmony with nature and the world. I was in paradise. But one day in the early afternoon, standing in the living-room, I startled looking through the window. My mother and my new stepfather, good looking and bronzed from the southern sun, were standing outside talking animatedly with Uncle Willi. I had completely "forgotten" their existence. Slowly the reason for their appearance dawned on me. And with that realization, sorrow filled my heart. I had thought, that I would stay here forever. Softly from behind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Aunt Mary said, "You knew that it would come to an end!" I said nothing. With both hands on my shoulders, she turned me around. Looking directly in my face, she added, "They are your parents and they love you!" Then she drew me close, petted the top of my head, and said, "It was really a nice time with you here. Uncle Willi and I will miss you!" And after a short pause, "Perhaps you can come next summer again!" She hugged me, "Come on. Let’s go outside and welcome them!" As you might presume, it was very hard to leave my little “paradise". My few belongings were packed away in my stepfather’s car and two minutes later, as we drove away, I could see through the rear window my relatives standing together and waving goodbye. A few seconds later, as the car turned the corner, I felt that my paradise was lost and happiness had gone. Continuation will follow Here you can keep up with my story: http://pathfinder3.npage.de/

Part 3: Have you ever tried to stay at home alone for an extended time, say, for an entire month? Then you know that it is not easily done. You need some kind of daily structure to avoid loosing yourself in endless brooding or the risk of falling into depression. So, as a preventive measure, I decided to focus my daytime activity on intensive reading. At that time I possessed a complete edition of Hermann Hesse that I had read through in my youth. Now I started reading it again in earnest! I read in the morning and in the late afternoon after returning from my daily walk through the woods and fields in the nearby countryside. Only once in my youth, when confined for some weeks with a broken ankle, had I had such an intensive time of reading.Each day after dinner there was time for relaxing. I listened to music cassettes and tried to think about life but not obsessively to the point of stressing myself out about it. Nevertheless, those evenings were not always the best time of the day for serious thinking. More often than not, no clear thought, decision, or fundamental enlightenment was to be found in my ruminations. Instead, I felt slightly dull afterwards. Once a week, I went to a nearby super-market to buy some food, but avoided contact with others. I took this point seriously, because in order to succeed in my quest, I felt I had to be completely isolated from the outside world.For the same reason, I also strictly avoided reading any newspapers during that time, and I had already cancelled TV and radio some time. I wanted to be certain that I would be completely isolated from information about things going on in the world. Continuation will follow Here you can keep up with my story:http://pathfinder3.npage.de/

Part two of my autobiografical story "Under the spell of evil Magic" A time-out At that time I lived in the outskirts of Duesseldorf, a town of a half-million population located in the middle of Germany. My small, furnished flat was in the second storey of a house that belonged to an elderly married couple. They were very friendly people and would often invite me over for coffee and cake on their terrace. When the weather was bad we went inside in their kitchen to visit. During the summer they had encouraged me to use their big garden and to collect some of the fruit from the trees or bushes. It was of such abundance and variety that one could imagine himself to be in paradise. But now, on the morning of New Year’s Day, it was in the middle of dreary wintertime, and when I looked down into that garden from my kitchen window, I began to think of the stark and transitory nature of life. Soon, in the inevitable passage of the years, it would also be winter in my own life followed by death. Is there any sense to life?, I asked myself. A memory came to mind. In years past, during a vacation in Yugoslavia, I had stood in front of a huge sculpture showing an endless row of generations from the beginning of the world till now. What a shock! In that moment I was realizing for the first time in my life an appalling truth! I was only a tiny part of the whole history of mankind - once born and once dead. Others had lived their short lives before and others would live it after me. And my question at that time had been the same, Is there any sense to it? Continuation will follow Here you can keep up with my story:http://pathfinder3.npage.de/

Prolog This is a true story, which happened in 1985. I was a University student without any material worries, but I felt burned out and unhappy. It seemed to me that something was missing or had gone wrong in my life. Many times I would ask myself, What is it? Why am I so down? But I never could find any clear answer. Eventually, my feelings of unhappiness grew to the point that I said to myself, It cannot go on this way! So, on New Year’s Day 1985, I made a break in my daily routine of life. I wanted to have a time to think about life in general and what possibilities might be found for a better future. I was only 27 and certainly young enough to find some happiness in life. At least I hoped so!

A Muslim was Healed during an evangelization of "Christ for all Nations" in Afrika http://miractoday.blogspot.de/2014/07/a-deaf-man-can-hear-again.html

Here an article written by me: http://miractoday.blogspot.de/2014/06/out-of-wheel-chair-riding-bicycle.html

This is an interesting book based on concept that there is the same base underlying every relegion !It shows the similarity in Bible & Vedanta philosophy !Though i have not completed reading it,i thought that the links are worth sharing :- Web site :- The Holy Sciences The link to the book :- http://yoganandaharmony.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Holy-Science-1920-edition.pdf

The book "The Journey Home: Autobiography of an American Swami"[8] is the story of how Radhanath Swami grew up in a Jewish family in Chicago,Illinois and through his journey of prayer was led through the '60scounter-culture movement in America into Europe, walking and hitch-hiking all the way through Europe to the Middle East and into India.[5]Along the way he met many people who would share their wisdom with him, encouraging him on his search for the truth.[5] He stayed with Yogisin Himalayan caves, in Buddhist Monasteries, Jewish Synagogues, andChristian Churches. He met many teachers and practitioners of spirituality and learned from them.[5] The book details his adventures along the journey.[5] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radhanath_Swami

Here is another personal video that I´ve made today: http://youtu.be/xOKYrcw_QPM

Here a very special story: http://youtu.be/p10Nijhc6Rg

I want to share an interesting testimony with you: http://faithtap.com/865/bruce-van-natta-saved-by-angels/

Look at this inspirational video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJyiqPoVtc4

Here is the interesting life story of an Indian Preacher: (The sermon at the top: Aus Isolation und Einsamkeit in die Freiheit - Audio It is in English with German translation) http://sermon.net/rss/cib-hn-hoh/main_channel