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Late last night as I was sitting at my desk waiting for all the e-mail addresses to upload to the new program, this e-mail from a friend dropped into my inbox. He was thinking deeply and he was struggling:
I’m writing on a cold summer’s evening.
As big a contrast as my faith.
I say I’m a Christian, but I don’t believe in God.
I pray, but I don’t believe in miracles.
I read the Bible, but it doesn’t make sense.
I take the mote from other people’s eyes, but ignore the beam in mine.
I talk His name in vain, but rebuke everyone else.
I know the 10 commandments, but it’s just another law to me.
I’m not really interested in all these things; they are just words to me.
They say the Lord is like the wind, you know He’s there, but you don’t see Him.
Lately we’ve been having only windless days.
The sun is shining, but it doesn’t burn me.
The moon is high in the sky, but I’m next to it.
Am I still really alive?
Or am I somewhere among the stars, maybe where I belong?
God says He gives life, but why do I feel dead?
God says He breaths new breath, but I feel as if I’m suffocating.
God says He shows the way, but I’m lost.
God says follow in My footsteps, but I can’t see them.
What must I do?
When I look up towards the mountains, I see nothing.
I raise my hands and sing hallelujah, but I can’t remember the melody.
For how long will this go on?
Yes, sometimes it is necessary for each one of us to examine our own faith.
Is there still hope?
Is there still faith?
Is there still love in, around and with you?