I was in my twenties and working yet another dead end job. You know how it is. Overworked. Overtired. Undervalued.
I simply could not believe that this was all there was to life. And then what? Death. Oblivion. So it was this and then that. Wow.
Or was there a Heaven to look forward to? Who knew? And what good was Heaven if we couldn’t count on it?
I decided it was time to demand a little more from the Deity.
I had not prayed since childhood. But that day, during my lunch break, I formulated what seemed like a reasonable request:
God, You have given me many trials and tribulations. I can make it through these. But I need to know that You exist. I just need to know.
I was surprised by the immediate response. Words resounded through my body like thunder.
YOU DON’T GET TO KNOW.