I was asking myself those same questions not too long ago. What’s interesting though, is that it took me nineteen years to even ask those questions. Half of me just didn’t care. I grew up in an awesome family, but still I felt unsatisfied and very empty. I think all of us have some sort of emptiness within us. Maybe a sense that something is missing or a sense of loneliness or maybe it’s simply us longing for purpose. I indulged in many things to fill me with satisfaction. Sports, video games, relationships, alcohol, other harmful substances, etc. In …show more content…
Growing up, I heard that Jesus died for me many times, but I never knew what that meant or even asked why. I found it very hard to accept this gift at first. Having thoughts like “I don’t deserve that, no way I can accept a gift like that”. Then I learned not only is God offering a gift (everlasting life) to me, but he is begging me to receive it because for some reason He loves us more than we could even fathom. In that moment I decided I would be a fool to let an offer like this pass. Man, I found myself painting my pillow with tears yet again, only this time it was from an overwhelming sense of joy. That very God that I sinned against and was totally happy not knowing, paid the penalty I should have paid. So that I, a rebel, could have a relationship with