“Dad?”
“Yes,
my son?”
“Does...
does God exist?”
“God
exists, but not as we see it. God is not a man that has dominion over
us all. God does not control the wind or the rain. God does not have
his own doctrine he forces us to follow. God is not immortal, nor
mortal.
Because
that is not what God is. People spend their entire lives trying to
find out if it is real, except the answer is right in front of us.
God
is a word.
God
causes us to try our best to be good. God causes wars, and creates
peace. God is what makes the dying man calm in his last hours.
That
is what God is. He has a great power, just different then what any of
us have known before.”
“Oh,
I guess that makes sense.”
The
father smiled at his son, lifting him into bed and tucking him in.
When the father was ready to turn off the light, he made a stop.
“Goodnight,
son.”
“Goodnight,
dad.”
The
door was now closed and the room dark, save for the ambient glow of a
nightlight in the corner.
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