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Knowledge seekers

This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I saw these pamphlets in the mini mart this morning and I was attracted by how well they were designed. I wanted to take one but then decided not to. This afternoon after a long nap, I decided to search for the pamphlets online based on the title that I remembered which had to do with the purpose of life. And I found them.


Almost as if I was meant to receive and share the messages of these pamphlets. What is the purpose of life? My answer to this question has varied over time and hopefully that means I am getting better at answering this question. To me my purpose for life is to give my life meaning. To do this with love and God. Right now, I help myself and others by utilising my God given writing voice and talents. The world needs writers and that is me. Let me pause to read the pamphlet and make notes and see how that has influenced my position. Remember these are Islamic pamphlets.

I was reminded that life is a test. One of the reasons that cemented my faith in God a long time ago was this - we are slaves to God so that we are not slaves to this world or things of this world. To me that makes so much sense. Especially for my analytical and questioning mind. One of the questions that might arise is who created God. If we say that everything must have a creator then we end up in an infinite recursive sequence. Then it makes sense to think of a higher power above all else that was not created. A stop condition for that recursive sequence. I see that my Computer Science degree is coming in handy.

I have seen people say why did God not reveal himself directly to man instead of a messenger and book. We can come up with a multitude of why’s no matter the nature of creation. No matter how God devised this creation, this life, this test, there will always be questions and disbelief as long as we have free will and the ability to think. Even if God revealed himself directly there would be those who would disobey. Satan knew God and he disobeyed. Adam and Eve knew God and they disobeyed. I trust that God knows what He is doing and that it will all make sense in the end.

I would rather believe in something and be wrong than to disbelieve and be wrong. The choice of believing in God or a higher power is an easy one. The choice of religion might not be an easy one and the trend is for most persons to adopt the religion of their parents. We do not have to, we are free to make a choice based on how we make decisions and the knowledge we have and pursue. This is all part of the test I suppose. We are knowledge seekers. We find and refine our purpose through seeking and sharing knowledge and most importantly practicing what we know and believe. Practice what we preach so to speak. No wonder I see the letters God in kn(o)wle(d)(G)e and most of what is left is kneel with a remaining w. The word kneel here reminds me that the meaning of Islam is submission (kneeling) to the will of God. The remaining w could stand for the will of God.

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