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Created on: October 23, 2008 Last Updated: November 04, 2008
A man looked up at the sky. He felt desperate and wanted to question God about this.
His life was nothing he wanted, nothing he ever dreamed about either. He believed in God, but his faith was weakened every time he felt like questioning it. Since he was a little child his parents told him that he must hold his faith. Curious and stubborn as he was in these moments of doubt, he asked his parents why they believed in him. Even though they were poor, and had to struggle to get by they told him that without their faith in the goodness of their creator, they would probably have it much tougher. So he kept his faith, despite the fact it grew smaller with every question directed to it.
So there he stood. At the spot his feet carried him from the moment he started questioning again. His ever weakened will too weak to carry this discussion any further. As he stood that uncomfortable rush of questions without answers came to a hold.
He had this feeling again. The feeling he wanted to talk to God. Somehow he felt his prayers would be answered this time... So while he stood there he raised his head and spoke:
"God, I want to talk to you. I know normally you wouldn't answer my questions, but in my deepest desperation I am willing to listen with all my patience this time." So as he stood there a silence embodied him, followed by a blissfully sounding voice:
Don't question me, your faith is to believe in all the good I am willing to show you. You will find me in everything. The reason I am speaking to you is the fact you haven't questioned my existence. But the reason we are speaking just now is because you stopped questioning my for the things you created. I am the essence of everything you see. But the question really is; in what you want to see me?
Your questions were directed to the things I didn't show you. This is not faith. Being thankful for the things I showed you would have answered your questions and needs. For I embody all the love your parents gave you, and all the good you took for granted by it's commonality. But if you trust me more those things will grow. So have faith in all the good I am willing to bring, and be thankful for the life I gave you. Without questioning your own mistakes and addressing them as my creations or those of others.
Because we are both creators. The mere difference is: I created the universe with it's own rules you have to live by, if you want to create that which you seek. I have given you the life as I have given it to everything that lives. What separates you from an animal are things like the freedom of thought and will, which are the seeds of your co-creation. You may think you are not in control of these. But it's a matter of understanding their power to the fullest. This can only come from faith and commitment.
The moments men and women speak to me for the first time like this, are moments of deepest despair, or the highest joy. It's sad they not always know they also are the creators of these events, and mostly important those feelings.
So believe with all your heart in the good you are asking, without questioning your faith that it will manifest. Also remember to be thankful for what you have already. And for the things you will receive, for that is what holds the most truthful way of faith. When you do this, every day may become a miracle.
With the same serene silence the voice left the man's mortal presence. Leaving him with a knowlage that expands eternally.
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