The purpose of life
Again I am commenting on a response from Chuck. His response is under the blog entry called Beloved Chuck. His comment is well worth reading for many reasons. One is so that we can know there are good doctors today who care so much about their patients.
Am I really responding to what Chuck says or to my own agenda? I think it’s my own agenda.
God says in a Heavenletter — which, try as I may, I cannot find — “The purpose of life is not to live as long as possible.” That is one thing that God has said that I never forgot.
It seems to me that the world has got this backwards. It’s like we are to hang on to life no matter what. A friend of mine once said something like: “Would there be all the people in nursing homes, perhaps unconscious, if the style of today weren’t to hang on for all you’re worth?” What happened to letting someone die in peace?
As God says again and again, the body dies, but we don’t. He says that death of the body is okay and inevitable. The concept of death may be so unbelievable to us for the very fact that there truly is no death.
I remember reading somewhere once something like this, and, obviously, I never forgot it: “When there is illness, everyone prays for healing. And then the person dies, and we think God didn’t answer our prayers. Well, He didn’t answer our prayers the way we wanted. How do we know that death wasn’t the healing? Is getting well always the healing? What happened to Thy Will be done?”
I’ve heard or read that we create our own illness, as though when we become ill, we’re not quite as worthy as someone who has not yet become ill. And this was, as I understood it, the same case for accidents. If you were on a train and there was a random shooting, and all the people around you got shot and you didn’t, you had higher thoughts or higher vibration than those around you who were killed. I just can’t believe that.
I can believe that the accidents I’ve had, I caused. I induced them through my own carelessness. I wasn’t an innocent victim. Of course, there may be more to it than that.
About thoughts creating illness, I have heard people say things or act in certain ways that make me think that they are creating their own illness, certainly supporting it with what they say. On the other hand, I have seen the most loving wise kind people have the same illness, and I can’t imagine why.
Must a good doctor always save a life? I mean, is he to be judged or judge himself on how many lives he saves?
I know that when it has been my loved one, I certainly have held on to the idea that the life must be saved. When my father died, he had had a wonderful doctor, a good man, good heart. My father loved him, and the doctor had done all he could to save my father’s life. I am forever grateful to that doctor. Of course, he was not responsible for my father’s death anymore than he was for his life.
Apparently, I am one way in theory, and another in actuality.



Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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