There once was a man who never believed.
The world was simple in his eyes and he moved through his life without a care.
He saw births, deaths, arguments, and discussions. He kissed the woman of his dreams and held his son close to his chest. He spoke at funerals, hugged at weddings, and smiled at birthdays. The earth was his playground and he saw many different places around this planet. His friends toasted him, his employees loved him, and his bosses raved about him. He had everything and that made him happy.
He stepped outside one Sunday and decided that his life was perfect. He glanced at his house, three cars, perfect lawn, tree lined street.....and smiled. He heard a beep and saw his neighbors pulling out of the driveway on their way to church. He politely waved and then shook his head in disbelief after they were out of view. The idea of going to church just didn't seem to make any sense. He had never gone a day in his life and look at what he had! He had the American dream, people envied him, he was what success should be. This wasn't because of God...no...he had worked hard with his own two hands. God had nothing to do with it...because there was no God. There was no higher power...there was just him and this world that he wanted to conquer.
Except for the voice. He could never shake the voice.
This voice had been with him ever since he could remember. It would tell him what things were bad, what things were good, who needed help, and who needed to be comforted. It had kept him out of trouble and had also given him advice when a difficult decision had to be made. He had come to rely on this voice and felt that it was an important part of why he had become so successful. It always seemed to be level-headed and never shouted in anger. There were even times when he swore that he heard it say things like, "I love you", "You're forgiven", and "Good job". He loved this voice and figured that it was just a stream of his conscience and that it was there to keep him honest.
He turned to go back inside and said out loud, "What a great day to be alive!".
The voice in his head replied, "You're welcome".
There once was a man who never believed in God, but there is a God who will always believe in him.
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Listen to the Voice.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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