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STORY OF LIFE PART 3
Eight
years later I was back in Kelowna, married with two young children, c/w an electrician contractor license. I was doing okay. And yet I was not okay. My emptiness was still empty. What's the purpose of life? What's it all about? I never envied those financially secure; wealth seemed pointless. I couldn't admit to suffering depression; only old ladies got depressed. Perhaps eastern religions have the truth. Truth. Hmmm. Is there really such a thing? If so, what does it look like? And relevance. Where do I find relevance?
Sitting with my wife and children at another boring mass at Saint Theresa church one Sunday morning, I found myself staring transfixed at the crucifix at the front of the church. A crucifix is an image of the suffering Christ hanging by three nails on a cross. Tears were streaming down my face! What’s happening? And then, for the first time ever, the Holy Spirit spoke to me: “Don’t you get it?” To which I replied, “No, Lord, I don’t get it.” My wet eyes still glued to the crucifix, He spoke again: “Don’t you get it?” “No Lord, I don’t get it.” You see, the answer to my search for truth was, as the Bible says, “Jesus Christ and Him crucified.” Jesus and His atoning blood was the truth and relevance my heart pined for. I was staring at the very remedy (that is, a depiction of the remedy) to my emptiness, but I just.... didn’t..... get it. “Don’t you get it?”…
