Hope

I had an interesting conversation with Stephen last night. We talked about what he thought about life after death, if he even believe in it. He said he had talked with him mom about it and I asked about her thoughts. We talked about religion and Jesus. Stephen believes there is something more. That it would be a waste being here if there weren't. He said his mom believe there was something more too. He told me that he believes in a general higher power and that Jesus was probably a man but that was it.
It really has bothered me that someone, and I know there are billions of people in this world, doesn't believe in Jesus. He life is such a fundamental part of my life. I have never once doubted in my life that he lived. That he is everything I have ever been taught. I have always been so certain of this as much as I am certain that the sun rises in the east.
It is so difficult for me to think of living a life without that type of knowledge and the hope that it gives.

I used to be really good at watching the Mormon Messages each week as they came out but haven't recently for some reason. Today I came across one, almost accidentally that made me decide to write this blog.



I suppose I have been blessed with the Hope and Faith I have in my life. They have always been there and really take no work on my part. I wish I could better explain this to those who have never felt the way do. To you my friends who are reading this, I think most of you have felt what I am talking about. Isn't it the most incredible thing? I hope (no pun intended) that someday Stephen and maybe even Jeffrey can understand what I am talking about. That they will be able to feel the Spirit and recognize it for what it is.

I KNOW that Jesus was a man who walked this earth. I know that he lives again.