The loss of faith, of religion, of church membership - and this goes for all faiths, all religions, all churches - is a loss of the most fundamental bind which has held communities and nations together for as long as Man has walked the Earth.
Too often, man has seen rebellion as simply the opportunity to “do unto others as you believe they have done unto you.” Such rebellion strikes the wrong target. The real enemy is not other men.
Its controversial and high-profile members are in the news almost daily, their alleged transgressions the subject of public scorn and debate, while its devotees are infamous for their cultish adherence to bizarre rituals.
Scientology was the only thing I found that gave me practical, concrete answers to any and every question I could ask, from the mundane to the cosmically existential.
I had a very interesting thing happen to me recently. My church was sponsoring a Human Rights Symposium and I got a true look at just how damaging lies can be. There’s a bit of background to this, so please bear with me.
Then, one day, my world changed. I mean CHANGED. I suddenly found myself in present time, in touch with everything and everyone around me. My affinity for my surroundings and myself soared into the stratosphere.
An African-American man put this to the test recently when he joined a white supremacist group. After the initial cold shoulder (and worse) he broke the ice simply by being in communication with the group members.