Cody the Breault.

It is the personal answers we give that have the most meaning.

I am not a weak-minded drone. I am not cold-hearted Spock.

I believe in God. I also love God. In my current state belief is easy. I believe in God because I talk with Him. I am not insane or anything like that. I ask God things and I hear Him with my heart. The difference between me and someone who doesn’t know God is often just a matter of heart. The world is a caustic environment to hearts. Most people’s hearts get so damaged that they simply forget how to feel. Sure they can feel intense emotions: love, hate, anger, jealousy, pain. But like the person who sips coffee that is too hot, they have been burned. They can no longer taste the delicate subtleties. It is in these delicate emotions that I remember the magic of my childhood. When is the last time you felt magical? Maybe it was a first kiss, or the birth of a child; things that are so incredibly magical that even a burnt heart can feel them. As we grow up we feel magical less and less. Even Disneyland looses its luster. Whether it is our hearts getting more and more burned, or simply our hearts starving from a magic shortage, the important thing to note is that without the feeling of magic hearts die. God is the source of the magic. His presence and his works are all around us. Sometimes I can feel it. Sometimes I cannot. I think the times I dont feel it are when I am distracted with other emotions. Sometimes my heart seeks power. Sometimes it seeks fame. Those 2 desires account for most of my actions on planet earth thus far. But those desires are not destinations in and of themselves. They are a means to an end. I seek power because power can liberate my heart from being hurt by others. If I have enough power nothing can scare me and no one can threaten me. I can construct a fortress around my heart, and no one will be able to steal my magic. Fame is basically attention. And the desire for attention comes from the desire to be loved. If I can gain enough fame, then my heart will never starve from lack of magic again… I will be immersed in it… swimming in love. As I gained power I gained isolation and lost the very magic that I built the fortress to protect. As I gained attention my need for it grew even faster. My only 2 plans for magic preservation were futile.I spent some time with this depressing conclusion. Then something just clicked in my head. Why would I have desires that cannot be filled? Instinctively I seek these feelings. Instinctively I perceive that the pieces are SUPPOSED to fit. I just know it. When people try to argue that there is no order to the universe I just cant believe it. Deep in my heart it just seems foreign and artificial. And the fact that I have a heart that has needs, instincts, and the ability to feel truth means something.

In studying the needs of my heart, examining its contours, listening to its whispers, it became obvious that I was designed to be in a relationship with God. Now that I know this fact it seems like I have always known. It seems like I remembered a truth that I had forgotten a long long time ago. I talk to God and He answers now. Sometimes I hear his voice more clearly than others. But my heart is alive again. It swims in the love he provides. I hear music in the sunrise. I feel a sincere twinge of care for things as common place as a leaf on a baby plant. Women are profoundly mysterious and fascinatingly beautiful like they were in grade school. Everything is more vivid. Everything is more deep.

My life is not always tree-hugging and starry-eyed wonder. I still live on the same planet, and I still deal with all the emotions that everyone else does. But life is definitely better when it is lived with a living heart instead of a dying one. Like the day after you burn your tongue when you can start to taste flavors again. My heart is growing back.

“In the beginning, God created the heaven and earth.” (Genesis 1:1) I marvel at this simple statement of God. His words carry the disguise of child like observations of something new. A closer examination reveals a veil covering a rich untapped wealth of revelation. Something is beginning in these opening words. A single note is struck to the greatest biography ever written. God’s opening line could be stated “In the beginning, I (God) created the heaven and the earth.” He wants no doubt about the identity of himself and what he started in this new beginning. I find children proclaim their identity in their own creations. They create artwork, buildings from blocks, Lego statues, and peanut butter sandwiches. These creations express a window into their world of thought and reason. Adults cherish these works with praise and sometimes wonderment of realism. Sometimes adults stand amazed when the work surpasses their expectations. They ask, “Did you make this”, as to confirm that they are not false creators. Adult’s minds are challenged to except the belief in their “great” work. However, it is God who smiles at us as we read his child like statement of creation. He gently challenges our belief in his authenticity with a bold question, “Do you believe: I made this heaven and earth”. Our belief is questioned to except his statement and the reality of his story. It is with “In the beginning, God created the heaven and earth.” (Genesis 1:1) that God’s biography also begins in conjunction with his authorship of creator. His innate penned signature written with controlled power, defined structure, vast intellectual property and creative scope. The canvass of expression found in the worlds of heaven (spiritual) and earth (physical). Worlds separated by time, space and unknown dimensions, yet linked back to his person and the elements of a biographical manifest. His biography will link our understanding of him through each world. His plan interweaves in every design of natural and heavenly splendor and his personal purpose made to amaze those beings living in each cosmos. It is now the child asking the adult “Did you make this?” I believe he did and his continued story is simply great. Please join the Observer in following God’s biography through the story he gave us.

Reading “Blue Like Jazz” I have another thought that you might want to ponder over….

We would eat chocolates and smoke cigarettes and read the Bible, which is the only way to do it, if you ask me. Don, the Bible is so good with chocolate. I always thought the Bible was more of a salad thing, you know, but it isn’t. It is a chocolate thing.

 Always remember that the Bible, though a love letter from God, is a story of lessons and wisdom passed down to us from God.. Be as comfortable as you can while reading the book just like any other book.. You’ll be in a much better place to absorb the knowledge of it if you are comfortable eating chocolate instead of sitting on a hard chair eating gross salad.

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