“What is faith anyway?" A curious Peter asks intently.
“I believe that it is a thought between the mind and body. I think that the mind is dependent on the body to produce the effect it needs.” Muhammad believes in a firm stance.
“Are saying that the origin of belief lies in the mind, or in a state of construction in the mental manifold? Hope asks. "Is it a firm belief?”
“I believe so. But, I'm open-minded to correct my thinking if I am wrong. Anything to help me become a better follower.”a self-confident Muhammad states. “I think that faith is like mathematics where the logical answer lies in the rational mind.”
“But, I don't think that logic in mathematics has anything to do with faith.” reiterates Gracie. “A belief is not firmly planted in logic. That would mean that the blind faith would be known instead of important life lesson of experiencing the treasures of it.”
“In a firm conviction of faith, there it lies at the seat of one's belief system. It is gained as we grow older.” Belinda responds. “As a child we tend to believe what we're taught by our parents, but in adulthood those beliefs might lie in the subconscious level, and internal conflicts of the experience of life violently shifts our new-founded beliefs,strongly projecting what we have believed since childhood.”
“I agree. I can't even get a professional employment with a reputable organization because of my faith. It's not easy when everyone knows about what belief system I follow.” a dishearten tone overcomes Gracie. “It's like when you want to be part of a team sport, but everyone doesn't pick you because they don't know you. It hurts.”
“I'm so sorry sweetie. I can understand how you feel. My faith is questioned by all. Yet, it seems that it more acceptable than your faith.” responds Hope. “But, that doesn't mean that we can't be good human beings. It's hurtful for all of us who do not follow a well-organized religion.”
“Are you suggesting that childhood beliefs are at the core of our faith? Or at the core of faith there lies an origin of dependence on the backbone of logical thinking?” refutes Benjamin. “It's just a fact in America that no matter what one's faith is, we are all united by something greater than ourselves. And, we should practice religious tolerance towards anyone. America's founding fathers all had different variations of faiths, but they were united behind a common belief of Humanity.”
“I agree. But, it's extreme logical thinking that gets us all in trouble. Religion tends to be reflection of monotheism in most.” adds Muhammad. “In mathematics and logical thinking, it's a construction of absolutes. But, in life there are gray areas. Perhaps, we haven't found the right reasoning in history, yet that reflects religion?”
“Or the right direction of the human heart that reflects our beliefs? We all have the right thought of what we are doing in helping others, but we could find the common purpose of our own sense-of-purpose.” Peter states. “I know I'm young. But, I sure could use some help in finding the right purpose of my own becoming to help others in my life.”
“But, that would mean absolutes are the core of our childhood beliefs. Are we all living in religious absolutes that reflect the core of beliefs of a God? Or we simply believing what we believe instead of God?” a resounding tone in Belinda replies. “Has the idea of a God detached from all of our Humanity? Or the idea of a higher power overcomes the Humanity of it?”
“But, we all agree that the problems of absolute thinking are at the core of our faults?” a stern and firm shade comes with the rebuttal of Benjamin. “Or is it just a mere thought in our own thinking?”
“I think that we all agree.” Hope replies.
“Yes.” All replies.
And, coming up the dividing alley separating the Salvation Army and ARCH, comes the young teenage boy whistling the tune again with a radiant, ever-glowing smile and innocence as he waves to all the transitional clients, on his way to up to transitional shelter's dinner. He is headed-on-a-straight path towards the American volunteers where the religious conversation is taking place. They don't notice the young teenage boy coming towards them in a moderate pace. He skips in his last steps and approaches them. And, he stops.
““Excuse me sir. Would you like to buy my candle for a dollar? He gently asks. “I have only one left.”
“Sure, young man.” Peter replies. “This might come in handy one day.”
“Thank you.” the young teenage boy replies. “Bless you.”
Gently the spring, cool air comes into the transitional shelter where the subtle gusting wind embraces of all who have come to the weekly reverence, as the full-extend of the ever-illuminating breeze cools the nightly air, with the echoing blasts of blessings of the transitional clients.
“Bless the angels who live in our home.” One whispers out loud.
“May all find the grace of the Lord.” Another blares out loud.
“Love is the only way.” One woman projects it to her friends.
The American volunteers noticed the young teenage boy as he continues to wave at all of the transitional clients, where the vast movements begin to take notice by them, and a tremendous, growing genuine concern for his safety reaches all. But, Peter's heart pounds with a strong, well-tantalizing heartbeat, that grows with the young teenage boy's every movement, as the ever-breath of his life leads him to deeply breathe with every pounding heartbeat.
“I have to follow that young teenage boy.” He blurts out loud to the group.
“Okay follow him. That's a good idea.” All of the American volunteers reply.
He scrambles in a hurry to catch up to the young teenage boy who has just turned around the corner heading East passing in front of the transitional shelter, as Peter walks in a frenzy to protect the little young teenage boy, still carrying the long-white, thin candle in his right hand. He turns the corner of the transitional shelter only to find that the young teenage boy has disappeared. He stops out-of-breath.
“Sir, did you see a young teenage boy just pass here?” A deep-breathing Peter asks a client. “He just turned the corner.”
"No, I didn't dog. Are you on drugs? Your mental illness has you hallucinating.” The transitional client laughs.
Peter looks in astonishment at the long blocks of a deserted street. He sits in a puzzling shade of an unknown feeling. He turns around and heads back to the group of American volunteers where the conversation has taken an interesting turn-of-events, as he comes up still with the amazement of witnessing of what he just experienced. He rejoins the group.
“I lost him. He was too quick for me to catch up.” Peter replies. “What did I miss?”
“We were just getting at the core of the conversation.” Adds Belinda.
“So it is suggested that our childhood beliefs are the foundation of our faith?” Benjamin asks in an ever-puzzling stance as his core beliefs of logical construction has taken a shift. “But, I find that to be a contradiction of logic. How can our childhood beliefs be the foundations of our faith when we question the existence of a higher power in adulthood?”
“I think that our childhood and adult beliefs clash with each other which leads to the life-long conversations of our own faiths.” Muhammad speaks with an inquisitive demeanor. “It doesn't add up in logical constructions. Is it our own mental framework that is altered?”
“Perhaps, there is another system of beliefs that are happening to us simultaneously when we experience a contradiction in our own childhood and adult beliefs.?” Belinda asks.
“But, what is at the core of our childhood and adult beliefs? Is there something else? Is it an absolute of our belief? Benjamin adds.
“Isn't a belief, but a confidence and/or trust in something or someone?” Gracie questions the whole group.
“But, confidence and trust are emotions and/or feelings. Are they not?” Muhammad replies.
“Are you suggesting that emotions and feelings are at the core foundations of all our beliefs? A puzzled Benjamin replies. “Are you saying that in the foundation of a belief in a higher power, there lies a raw-undeveloped emotions and feelings of him?”
“Yes, they are. Faith is an emotion and/or feeling in a belief.” Hope reassures.
“Ouch! What the heck?” The shabby transitional clients yells out loud with the candle in his right hand.
“Ouch! My God!” Peter yells out loud.
The candles' flame are now on.