I never attributed all good things to God. You are assuming everything I post is defensive. If your view on life is what's depicted in your posts, I do feel sorry for you. If you're just making a point, then fine. If you believe that the end of life is nothingness, then I assume you don't believe in a soul, or spirits. Let me preface these experiences with the fact that I don't care what you believe, or don't believe. I am just telling these as proof, in my mind, that there's something beyond what we see. I wish I was as articulate as the rest of the posters on this forum, but that's another story.
I had an uncle that I was fairly close with, but rarely saw. I hadn't seen him, or even thought about him for a couple years. One night, at 3 AM, I saw him in my sleep, clear as day, looking at me. It wasn't like a dream. It was different. I felt something like an electric current that woke me up. I looked at the clock, and planned to go back to sleep, but I was too wired. At 8 I went to work thinking it was just a weird dream. That night my dad called to let me know my uncle had died sometime the night before.
On a trip to colorado, a friend and I were riding in the mountains. I was in the lead, and we were pushing it. I came to a sharp, blind right hand corner, and had my bike cranked over hard at about 60. It was about the 30th curve we'd been through, long drop offs, and we were having a blast. Suddenly I felt cold and panicky. I hit the brakes and tried to stand the bike up as much as possible in the curve for traction. I was down to about 30 when I saw a cut in the road about 6' wide, full of gravel, across both lanes. No sign or warning, mountain to the right, guardrail and dropoff to the left. I straightened the bike out, crossed the gravel, and leaned hard into the curve. My buddy was amazed. He said it was a good thing I saw the gravel and braked because he was looking at the scenery, and wouldn't have seen the gravel. I never told him what happened.
I was in a bar one night with a few friends. I was never in this bar before, but my friends knew the bartender. We heard a crash, and yelling. 2 guys were about to have at it. The bartender ran around the bar, grabbed one of them, and took him outside. The other guy sat back down with his friends. I was standing at the bar talking, and had a sudden urge to take a step back. Just as I did, the guy was right there. I had no idea he had gotten up and was heading for the door. There was no way for him to get around me, and I was twice his size, so he just looked at me, turned, and went back to his seat. The bartender was just walking back in. He came up to me and thanked me. I asked him why, and he said the guy he took outside was crazy drunk, pissed, and had a gun. If I hadn't stopped that guy, he would have probably gotten shot.
I have about a dozen more just like that. I get an urge, a feeling, a sense of panic, a need to do something specific, or even a wave of calm. Sometimes it makes sense afterwards, and sometimes it doesn't. I don't get the chance to think about it. It happens, and I react. A guardian angel, watchful spirit, higher power, esp, I chose to give thanks in prayer every day. You're right. Being a good person has nothing to do with God or religion. An evil person will do evil things. The reason they give is meaningless. The evil is in their hearts, and they'll find a way. The same with people with good in their hearts. The reason they do good is meaningless. It's in their hearts, and they'll find a way.
The original post was how do we deal with terrorists. It's extremely hard to turn the other cheek. It's hard to fight evil with peace and love. Ghandi is credited with saying he likes the Christian religion, but Christians don't act like Jesus. Jesus didn't fare well. If we all offered our hands in peace, would there be any good people left?
Before your criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them, you're a mile away and have their shoes.