Beautiful story

which I found on the internet today about a priest, Rev. John Powell, a professor of Loyola University in Chicago and Tom, an Atheist in his "Theology of Faith" class.

http://pietist.blogspot.com/

Scroll about four entries down to "Rev. John Powell: Tom's story."

Sad, though. Not theologically sad, of course. But it kinda broke my heart to imagine the walls coming down between a father and son, leaving them only a few days to love each other. The sense of time wasted is palpable.

Austen, great story, thank you for posting it.

It brings up a subject that interests me, do we find God or, does God find us? After thinking about this, I'd have to say "both". It is a joint venture.

I like the part of the story where the author points out that God finds us when we stop trying to make Him a personal posession. Like the guy who says he will worship God when God moves a pencil on his command.

It is an act of our own free will to search for God. But we have to credit God with the oppurtunites that are offered.