This is one of those thought provoking prompts that we did at our TTN writers group the other night. What would you say if someone said, “Finish this sentence. Someone told me to believe…”? Here is what I wrote.
Someone told me to believe by teaching me to believe. I was taught to believe that my day started with making up my bed. I was taught to believe that keeping my belongings in order and accounted for would keep my life in order. I was taught to believe in the power of making lists and marking them off as they were accomplished. I was taught to believe that telling the truth was the best in the long run, but a little white lie was called for in certain circumstances. I was taught to believe in the goodness of God and the love of Jesus Christ. I was told to believe that almost all dogs would love me, because they could tell that I loved them. I was told to believe in the value of work before pleasure. I was told to believe in the magic of yeast, that it does indeed turn flour and water into bread. I was told to believe in Heaven. I was told to believe in Santa Claus and then to believe that Santa Claus, like God, was in all of us. I was told that eating vegetables was much better for me than eating chocolate. I was told to believe that going to sleep on a problem would help solve it the next day. I was taught to say I’m sorry, and to mean it. Someone told me to believe in all these truths, but it is my choice to believe in some and not in others. As we mature and age, some our beliefs grow and age with us, and some betray us. This last is what I believe.