Dear Jesus, Sometimes I look at my life and see that everything good in it comes from you.
From the moment of my first consciousness, I have been aware of you. You made yourself present to me, and I've never known my life without you in it.
You gave me a family environment that further supported a life with you. I went to church, learned the scriptures, and grew in my faith over time.
Even when my propensity toward sin and error and environmental factors led me astray from your truth and who you really are, you corrected my steps. At a certain point in time, you arrested my attention and caused my spiritual journey to take a new turn: a turn toward you and your true self.
That was a long journey, and I'm still journeying in it, but even as I look at the growth of my life since that journey began, I see your fingerprints everywhere.
My love for you was given to me by you. My spiritual awareness was implanted in me by you. My love for others is your own heart in me. My care for peace and justice and mercy and compassion and dignity and truth -- these are all your cares, further evidence of your own heart in me, given to me by you.
I did not choose you, but you chose me.
I don't know how to express with enough forcefulness that I know this to be true: that the good in me is there because of you, and I did not choose you, but you chose me.
It is because I know this to be true that I get stumped up on history.
If you choose what will be -- you implant goodness, you ordain events, you grow us up into your own heart's desire and reflection -- then why does life contain so much pain? Why is history pockmarked with such depravity? Why, even still today, does evil reign supreme?
People live and die with evil intent in their hearts and venomous actions littered in their wake.
Do you deem this to be so, too? How could you?
It is a perplexing question too great for this heart to hold sometimes. I do not understand. Will you help me understand?