Can You Hear Me, Jesus? I Got All These Questions...

I have been having a difficult time lately. I retired a couple of years ago and life has not always turned out the way I thought my retirement should be lived. My grandsons are a tremendous source of joy to me although sometimes they wear me out. My children are all grown and have their own lives to live, sometimes we feel like the Harry Chapin song.

Many times when I am troubled or confused, I find comfort in sitting in my back yard and having a vodka and tonic along with a quiet conversation with Jesus. This happened to me again this evening.

I said "Jesus, why is life so hard?" And I heard the reply: "Men find many ways to demonstrate the love they have for their family. You worked hard to have a peaceful, beautiful place for your friends and family to gather."

I thought to myself, that is true, I have a nice house and my family and friends are always welcome to come and sit in the yard or in the hot tub.

Then I thought, and maybe said out loud, "Why am I not satisfied, why do I want more and more. I thought you said money was the root of all evil and still I want more." And the reply was: "No, the LOVE of money is the root of all evil. Money is a tool; it can be used for good or bad".

I was starting to feel better, but I still had that one burning question, so I asked it. "Jesus," I said, "What is the meaning of life? Why am I here?"

He replied," That is a question many men ask. The answer is in your heart and is different for everyone. I would love to chat with you some more, Señor, but for now, I have to finish fertilizing your lawn."