There was a time I lived far away from God.
I mean I hoped he existed. When I was in a jam I’d pray. Kind of hedging my bets.
But I really didn’t know for sure. Other than weddings I frankly had no interest in going to church.
I was living my life the way I wanted. Fast and furious in a fraternity. I really didn’t want God interrupting that.
But I also felt an emptiness deep inside. Never could stop running. Had only fleeting moments of peace. [Read more…]