I've imagined that finding God is like finding happiness amidst a dark and unending depression. However, God is not an emotion... God is present in the darkest and angriest of times, times of great evil and times of immense glory. God is present when we are joyous and when we are grieving, when we are awake and in the full of life, and in our agonal gasps of death. God is there both as we sin and as we ask for forgiveness, as we falter and as we pray for strength.
So, if not by the singing of our hearts, how do we know when we've, "found God?" Is it truly only when we find ourselves pressed against the cold floor of a cell, alone and ostracized by all, imprisoned without hope, that we can clearly experience that perfect expression of peace? Why is it that we find God when we could not be more replete with strife, oppression and anguish?
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