I have always been afraid I might become one of those zealous Christians. You know - the kid at the mall wearing the black t- shirt that reads "death" passing out one- two- three steps of how to simply to convert to Christianity with a sketchy picture of a hell and then a crucifix ( like the ones in walmart on the candles). Something about it isn't appealing.
How skewed it has become- how tarnished such a beautiful thing has become bastardized. From the dusty shelves of a theologian's library to the empty rhetoric of a politician, it seems the definition, the purpose of this 'religion' has been lost.
And so the search begins. The longing for completion. The cry for redemption.
"God where are you?" Becomes the unanswered question repeatedly asked whether it be a silent murmur at night as we look blankly at the ceiling, or a scream from the depth of our hearts on our knees.

But how breath taking- how marvelous- when He does meet with us.

God is right in front of us. If we would only open our eyes we would find him waiting to meet with us. And how intoxicating when we do! The love that pours out of my heart in the presence of God is such a testimony not only to myself but to those around me of the supernatural effect of his power. How true the words of St. Augustine were when he wrote "Our hearts were made for you O Lord and they are restless until they rest in you"
Whether in the eyes of strangers passing by, an old hymn, or even through the beauty of nature, we will find more and more that we are surrounded by a majestic God who is waiting to penetrate our souls.

"Then you with call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.
You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. "- Jeremiah 29:12-13