When i was a kid, i was definitely raised in a family that believed God... Then i grew up and grew away from him... At some point, i think my thought have even crossed over the dark side. I cant say i blame myself because the world around me forced me to be this way...
And then realization struck me.... And i saw something i never thought id see again... Another opportunity to be close to god. But then, i merely thought it was another fucked up moment of my life wherein im just given the short straw again... But as time passed, i realized that it was the hand of god... Asking to to come home again.
I had always believed in the higher being... But when life was good... And even when life turned shitty... I forgot to place my faith in him that made me. I learned to do things on my own, and thought that im better than god and his plans... But now i see... That without the father, i am just another lost soul trying to prove to the world that im someone important... Fighting a losing battle.
before i started putting my faith in god, i questioned every religion and teaching that shouldve brought me closer to him... I used to say....
why should i put my faith and fat in god when all i see is pain brought upon those who believed in him? Why trust a person who would let you suffer? And seeing how my dad trusted him above all... Why let the world take advantage of a man who had done no wrong, and never questioned his faith? Why let him suffer in this world and let the self-righteous succeed with his plans rule the world?
Then it struck me when my father answered this question:
How can you say that god's fair when all i see in you is a good person being taken advantaged off by the forces of evil?
He said... God is fair my child. Maybe ive always been abused... And i let them do so... Yet i still continue to help others with what i can... And the best gift god gave me wasnt really all about it... He gave me 3 kids that are fighters and aggressive... He gave me two sons that i can surely be proud of. He gave me you... A son that is so good at doing business, i wouldnt have to worry about your future.
he made a good point. At first, i thought he was just trying to pull my leg... Then i realized that my father was right... God is fair... He may have given him tons of tests and he may have let others abuse my father... But he definitely did it so that his kids will grow up strong and aggressive.
With this i part... The story... Not of the prodigal son... But the son who denied belief in god... Only to realize that one really exists... A forgiving and understanding god that would light your way... To the truth of life... on the very moment that you need him most.
So many times ive wanted to go down the dirty path... The dark... But in those moments... He provided me with one thing... A conscience... From a heart i know i definitely got from my father.
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