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I asked and I received

By William Thomas
Special to The SUN

While staying at a mental hospital a female schizophrenic walked up to me and said, “I’m doing a reality test.  Are you Jesus?”

I quickly replied, “No.”

She then thanked me for my honesty.  She, like all of us mental patients at that hospital, was deeply disturbed and seeking an answer as to what had happened for her to have arrived at such a place.

In Luke 11:9-13 Jesus said, “So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.

“For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened.

“If a son asks for bread from any father among you, will he give him a stone?  Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent instead of a fish?

“Or if he asks for an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

“If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him!”

This woman was obviously very confused to have mistaken a sinner like me for Jesus.  But God must have told her that it was okay for her to ask me if I was Jesus, because God knew I would tell her the truth.

In her quest for God and answers about her life she was not afraid to ask the hard questions.  It could not have been easy for her to ask me her question because, after all, I could have lied to her or laughed in her face.  Her faith in God enabled her to ask, and I’m sure she eventually received what she was looking for.

A male schizophrenic did just the opposite.

He kept declaring over and over, “I’m the devil.  I’m the devil.  I’m the devil.”

He did not ask God if he was the devil, but rather he just assumed that he was the devil and kept proclaiming this obvious falsehood to anyone and everyone within earshot.

If he had simply asked God if he was the devil, God would have told him that he was not, which would have put him more at ease and further along on the path to recovery.

Even though he always took all of his medications, this man did not get any better during the two months that I was at the hospital.

The hard question that I ultimately had to ask God was, “Do you exist?”

For most of my life, I could not bring myself to ask this question because I was terrified by the possibility that my question would be met with deafening silence.  I would have rather lived in an uncertain world than in a meaningless, Godless world.

However, I eventually reached the point where I could no longer handle that level of uncertainty in my life, so I finally bit the bullet and asked God, “Do you exist?”

Much to my relief God promptly answered, “Yes, I do!”

I asked and I received, just like Jesus said would happen.

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This story was posted on February 7, 2013.