‘God? You strange girl, you believe in God? Huh...... Very strange girl.’
‘John, you believe in aliens.’
‘Yeah.’ He looks at me, trying to read what I mean, and what I may say next.
‘So why, why do you think me believing in God is so far fetched?’
‘Because, because, it’s silly, that’s why! As if there is a God. Please!’
‘Who created the aliens?’
‘They have always been! There has to be more! The world is too big!.....’
John stops. Looking at me....... ‘The universe is huge.... his voice softens, space goes on forever, there has to be more.’
Looking at him, the silence in the room falls like a wet blanket.
‘Who created space John? who created the stars, the moon, the earth and sun? Who ensured the sun was just close enough to protect and sustain life, and just so perfectly placed it does not harm us?’
Who created the trees that take in the harmful carbon dioxide, and produce the oxygen, so we can breath.
Who created the fruits, vegetables, Without which we would have no food.
Who created us? Who created our complex and fine tuned bodies.
John looked at me, body still, eyes open, face captivated.
‘God loves his creation.
He wants to have a relationship with his creation.
The sad thing is, more often than not, his creation do not want a relationship with him.
But you see John, without that relationship. You are walking in darkness. This life you have been given is slowly slipping away, into the darkness, when the light is just around the corner. If you choose to see it.’
I picked up a Bible.
I held it in my hand, lay down flat. I held my other hand flat, a little apart from the other one.
‘You John, are this hand. I looked at my empty hand.
God, is this hand. I looked at the Bible.’
John spoke. Why are we not on the same hand? He said, with concern in his eyes. He had edged slowly of the chair.
‘The gap between you and God is your sin.
It has no place between you and God.
Your sin seperates you from him, and prevents you from having the relationship you were designed to have with him.’
‘Well if he was a loving father, God, he wouldn't allow that.’ John fell back into his chair, looking disheartened.
‘God is pure John, sin is not allowed in his Kingdom.
Jesus came to die for our sins. All YOUR sin, he has taken upon himself.
God loves you, like any loving father, he will not force you, he could, but he never would. He will not force you to choose him. But the void you feel inside, the emptiness which nothing will fill, is a God shaped hole.
The creator designed you, to have him in your life. This way you are complete. Right now, you are like a toy at Christmas. The child has put you together, and suddenly realising a part of you is missing. You do not work fully, without the missing piece, you cannot perform the way you were designed.
The child leaves you aside, while it plays with its others toys.
It still looks at you from time to time. It knows you are there. But without the last piece it cannot fully enjoy you , or have a one to one relationship with you.'
'You need to ask God for his forgiveness, say sorry for the wrong you have done, and ask him to come into your life, then , only then will you know the true and living God.
And John, what a difference it will make. I smiled. Nothing can compare to the love and the life you will have in him.'
Johns face looked aglow.
'I’m scared though, what if I get it wrong?'
'I smiled, God will be there every step of the way John, he will never leave you nor forsake you. He loves you.
Are you ready to take the step John?’
John held out his hand, taking the bible, he smiled.
‘Will you help me? ‘
I smiled back.
'John! John? Ahhhh, there you are. I have been looking for you. His father smiled. I have found that missing piece to your toy, It was still in the box! Just needed to look a little harder son.'
Running over, John took the missing piece,
grabbed his toy and placed the long lost piece in the chest of it.
Waiting, John watched as the toy sprang to life.
The toy was now in full working order, and working to the designers specifications.