An Atheist can't find God for the same reason that a Thief can't find a Policeman.

I really went out on a limb this semester when my friend told me to take a Philosophy class. I don't know if I will ever really listen to him again...at least when it comes to class options. But it has really been a struggle for me. Our second unit has been all about arguments for and against the existence of God, and class has been a little one-sided. I thought I could handle all of the comments people would make, but it really started to weigh me down. One of the first days, my professor had just finished presenting an argument for the existence of God and asked how many of us out there believed that this could be true. I raised my hand, and because I always sit towards the front of the class, I didn't look around to see how many other people believed the same way I did. The professor said, "Well, we've got one person in here that believes in God. This should be interesting." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I felt like I was a story in a New Era article. But every single class I felt like my soul was being attacked and it began to be quite overwhelming.

Last Tuesday was our last day in this unit. As I sat in class, I felt so good for the first time.

After everything was said and done, I know that this was a good experience for me. I know that my trials will make me stronger. I know that God lives and that He loves me.

The Plan of Salvation is a marvelous thing and I am so grateful for the knowledge I have.