Are you happy/fulfilled/satisfied/at peace? How?
Why do I ask? I used to be devout mormon. went on a mission and the whole nine yards, but during my mission I was miserable. I didn;t mind Argie-land. Argentines are actually great people but the mission and the missionary "companions" sucked. I hated it and came to the conclusion that either god didnt give a shit about me or didn;t exist. Either way no reason to keep on serving such a being.
Fast-forward two years later I'm a 24 yr old recent college grad that fancies himself a deist/pantheist (after having a falling out/getting fed up with the know-it-all atheist), meets a girl that's a nondenominational christian. She's the happiest person I've ever known and she attributes this to Jesus. But here understanding of Jesus is quite different then mine. At any rate I start reading the bible again and this is what I find:
"For where your treasure is, there your heart is also." (Matthew 6:21 in KJV). This is after her telling me that Jesus "wants my heart" not two years in a foreign country or ten percent of my pay check, etc.
What I lnog for most though is conpanionship. what's so rong about that/ If Jesus gave a damn where was he during fmy mish? why should i want him more than a companion? and even then how would I even do that?
p.s. i'm drunk so fuck typos hooray fr honey jack
brace yourself for blunt honesty.
you're a mormon, and in the eyes of christians, mormonism is a cult. So chances are god isn't really interested in helping you. God wrote the bible, and that is the only thing you should listen to.
I believe in jesus, and have placed my faith in his hands. He put me into the US naval academy to teach me in a safe environment how much people suck and what not to do with my life, he then placed me in arizona with a churchgroup where my socionics conflictor (one of my best friends) taught me what its like to live a life of being broke but having everything you need with everyone else. Moved to tears, my disdain for the navy grew and I felt trapped in the navy. I was to legally serve 10 years in what I considered to be prison. A week after arriving at flight school and witnessing a lifestyle I have no intention of leading, god presented me with a window of opportunity. Flight school was letting commissioned officers become civilians. I packed my bags, and moved to colorado, where I found a home 3 days later and my landlord gave me a job making 3k a month, where i met many good friends. A year later I now have dozens of friends who came to ME, and I am the owner of a
Parkour Gym.
Whether or not the gym succeeds, all I can do, is do my best, and do everything in my power to see that it succeeds. God is directing my life in a way that I don't fully understand. Either he has a plan for me, or he wants me to dump that 30 grand I was holding onto, watch the gym fail, and place me into the lifestyle more conducive to my happiness (which I already have planned out).
As I said before, I do the best that I can. Whether I fail or succeed isn't under my control, and isn't something I need to worry about. I ask god for wisdom and faith that he will provide to me what I need, not necessarily what I want.
Abstaining from caffeine and deoderant doesn't get you into heaven. Doing drugs doesn't send you to hell. Sex before marriage is extremely unwise and pigs are disgusting animals without modern technology to cleanse them of parasites and bacteria for human consumption. Follow the ten commandments and allow god to reveal his plan for you, and you will begin to see it. If you never offer him this chance, you will continue to live life unaware of such a plan.