Finding God
Manhattan, New York. You could say it is center of the world. The wealth that goes in and out every day is enormous, the arts and culture can match any city in Europe, the skyscrapers; Empire, Chrysler, One-World, and the Roc are considered the pillars that hold up the sky and are integral to the American universe. Then there is midtown with it's dual chambered heart; Time-square making up the left ventricle and Grand Central Station making up the right. All people flow to this core (like a giant pump) and back out, making a vibrant scene. But one thing is unanswered in this great whale of a city: Why?
Where is everyone really going? Why are they really here? What's really the point? Answers very. Answers are cheep. And most people pretend to have them. You could sit in Washington square Park for hours and lazily watch the gimmicks go by. You could stroll the Metropolitan Museum of Art as long as you'd care to but eventually every painting looks the same. There is no solace in the food and drink of the world if there is no truth. Everything... just retrogrades without it.
We the people of New York like to think of ourselves as "modern." We have tastes in fashion and high society. Anything trendy or bohemian was yesterday's almanac; especially when it comes to how you think. The older generations would call it relativistic or whatever-have-you. but it's more than that. Maybe it used to be that way, but every person I've talked to, yearns with all their faculty and soul for something more; they bleed inside for something more. I feel it.
What is it they are searching for? A sense of belonging? Of connectedness? Man we are just all looking for that friend who isn't going to let us down. We want to feel like we matter to someone more than ourselves. We want to be happy man. That's it.
It is my bold testimony to you, that you do matter. I know I don't have all the answers, and I wouldn't possibly be able to tell you that all my answers are 100% infallible, but this I do know: God is real. He loves us. Jesus Christ is real. I do not say this of myself nor do I pretend to have some particularly deep understanding of theology, but I do know what I felt and how I cried great tears of Joy when I finally found God.
Feeling connected and important comes from a loving relationship with our Heavenly Father. He loves us infinitely. I don't think there is any rock a person could hide under that would escape the love he has for them. And with the most powerful being in the universe cheering us on and wearing our colors, how can we loose? We are his children and He is literally up in the stands watching us as we go in for the touch down.
You know, most people believe that. I mean that there is a God and he at least loves us a little. But there are other problems in this world that makes a soul wonder if its true. Hard things. Struggles. The weight of the world on Atlantean shoulders. I'll make you a promise though, and I won't go back on it. If you will have the faith to believe God will answer you, then pray best you know how and believe he will answer. You will feel his presence and his love. Promise.
More Answers?
Try Visiting:
https://www.mormon.org/beliefs/god to learn who God is,
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https://www.mormon.org/beliefs/purpose-of-life to learn the purpose of life.
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