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Dear lord,how can I go on like this? How can I continue to sin against the very person that has saved my soul.In my head, the very last thing that I want to do is the exact thing that I do.I dont mean each and every sin,I mean sinning period.I can only reason it by saying to myself "I guess that is why we are called sinners."If I chased cats I would be called a dog.I know that the reason that I sin is not because I am called a sinner.It has to be our (meaning our as a race or species or whatever classification it is that the human race falls into)nature.
That is the prayer that I prayed the day that all my prayers (though I did not know that in my heart I was actually praying this ) had been answered.
My life had not been anything worth noting in a journal as far as I was concerned.It had been just another life ,just another frustrated christian trying to get an answer to the big question in evry heart on earth-is there really a God.If so why doesnt he just talk to us .If he is omnicient why can't he see that every person on earth would really like to know this , that we humans are sensory oriented.If you want a human being to believe in something the easiest way to achieve that end would be to show that it actually exists .There is always going to be that element in the human race that would rebel against anything that indicated that humans are not the ultimate beings in the universe.Faced with the fact of an almighty God, that segment of the human race would still rebel against the God that is in their face.Maybe that is the dominant characteristic of the sin nature in man,the inability to accept the ultimate authority figure.
The rest of us,the remaining segment of the population that truly longs for the absolute knowledge of a divine creator,would immediately fall down on our faces ,lay prostrate in humility and serve the most high God for the rest of our feeble misdirected lives.
That is what you would expect anyways.
As the day wore on it seemed as if there would be no letting up in the heat that continued to torment the human race-at least that part of the human race that lived in southern california.

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