I have heard the gentle voice of God on the wind. He would call to me and sometimes I would hear him other times I would not have noticed. When I had listened I would be stirred inside of myself with a pondering that would burn at my soul for days. So I would ask the persons of authority about God, Church, and Spirituality, namely my Grandparents and our Pastor.

My questions would be simple, childlike, and ordinary. "Who is God?" "What is sin?" "Does God celebrate Christmas?" "Why is water wet?" The answers to these simpler questions rolled so easily off their tongues one could summarize that these were well rehearsed. Yet to the adult, they have answered them often.

My Grandparents and the Pastor would answer me naturally as one would a child."God is the one who made the whole world and who made you and me. He loves us very much." "Sin is when you do bad things and misbehave, these things hurt God.""Yes, Christmas was his idea. He planed the very first Christmas himself.""God made water as a liquid so that is why it feels wet on your skin." (Of course science answered this one more fully than that.) For a child these would be answers that would possibly rule my understanding of God for the rest of my life. I am not alone there. As long as I can accept these childlike replies and never ask other question, then I would continue to be in the sheep pen facing forward to my eventual award of Heaven.