I happen to be Christian, but I haven't been for very long. I didn't believe in Christ six months ago. I get you, though. I've felt very alone during times in my life, but recently, I feel like... I don't even know how to describe it without sounding either creepy or corny... I feel like I'm in constant company. I started to ask God questions. For example, my mom's the one who got me going to church, and when we got there all I heard was ,"Accept Jesus into your heart. Empty yourself, so that you can be filled with The Lord." This still rubs me the wrong way. I'm only 18, but I've had a lot of issues that I've had to work through, and while I don't think I could have gotten this far without God's help, I know that I've worked hard to be the person I am today. So I asked God if being Christian meant losing yourself. My mom ended up wanting to visit the little Christian shop that they have set up just outside the church after the sermon was over, and while we were there I was "moved" to look through the books, and there I found a small book called "A Glimpse of Heaven", that was totally in the wrong section. It stood out though, so I grabbed it. It was a collaborative book with articles written by several big time authors and poets on the subject of heaven, and there I found an article by C. S. Lewis titled "Signature of the Soul". This is a quote from that (Wallah, the answer to my question): "I am considering not how, but why, He makes each soul unique. If He had no use for all these differences, I do not see why He should have created more souls than one. Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to Him; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you. The mould in which a key is made would be a strange thing, if you had never seen a key: and the key itself a strange thing if you had never seen a lock. Your soul has a curious shape because it is a hollow made to fit a particular swelling in the infinite contours of the divine substance, or a key to unlock one of the doors in the house of many mansions. For it is not humanity in the abstract that is to be saved, but you- you the individual reader..." I have few more stories like this one that I could tell, but this is already a pretty ginormous comment, so I think I'll cut myself off. Anyway, you should keep talking and asking, because you WILL get a response.

I happen to be Christian, but I haven't been for very long. I didn't believe in Christ six months ago. I get you, though. I've felt very alone during times in my life, but recently, I feel like... I don't even know how to describe it without sounding either creepy or corny... I feel like I'm in constant company. I started to ask God questions. For example, my mom's the one who got me going to church, and when we got there all I heard was ,"Accept Jesus into your heart. Empty yourself, so that you can be filled with The Lord." This still rubs me the wrong way. I'm only 18, but I've had a lot of issues that I've had to work through, and while I don't think I could have gotten this far without God's help, I know that I've worked hard to be the person I am today. So I asked God if being Christian meant losing yourself. My mom ended up wanting to visit the little Christian shop that they have set up just outside the church after the sermon was over, and while we were there I was "moved" to look through the books, and there I found a small book called "A Glimpse of Heaven", that was totally in the wrong section. It stood out though, so I grabbed it. It was a collaborative book with articles written by several big time authors and poets on the subject of heaven, and there I found an article by C. S. Lewis titled "Signature of the Soul". This is a quote from that (Wallah, the answer to my question): "I am considering not how, but why, He makes each soul unique. If He had no use for all these differences, I do not see why He should have created more souls than one. Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to Him; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you. The mould in which a key is made would be a strange thing, if you had never seen a key: and the key itself a strange thing if you had never seen a lock. Your soul has a curious shape because it is a hollow made to fit a particular swelling in the infinite contours of the divine substance, or a key to unlock one of the doors in the house of many mansions. For it is not humanity in the abstract that is to be saved, but you- you the individual reader..." I have few more stories like this one that I could tell, but this is already a pretty ginormous comment, so I think I'll cut myself off. Anyway, you should keep talking and asking, because you WILL get a response.
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