Jacob and I went to get an Americano and a crepe before Fundamentals. We stopped and got his dog Hugo from his truck, whimpering and shaking in anticipation. We didn't have a leash, so I used my scarf.
We sat there in the sun, Hugo barking savagely and testing my scarf's strength as he lunged for an innocent Golden Retriever passing by. We were talking about tractors or white hot chocolate or something. Jacob abruptly turned his head toward me.
"Are you religious or something?"
I laughed and told him that I loved Jesus. He started to ask me about my story, about how I was how I was. How I was so full of an emotion that he didn't recognize because he hadn't seen it before. He asked me about how a logical person like me could believe in God at all. I think he was really asking me how a logical person like him could.
"Well, you see, there is a hole in each person's heart. Logical, artistic, romantic, cynics alike. They all know it's there, but no one wants to admit it. They try to fill it with everything and anything they can think of. Some people turn to money. Some people throw themselves into their career. Some people get lost in the eyes of someone they love, hoping to lose themselves and that emptiness they feel somehow. Some people turn to alcohol, some to drugs, some to food, some to rules. But no matter what they do, they can't fill that hole, and they know it, deep down. We all do...
And you want to know something else? That's a God-shaped hole. And I've found out what fills that hole.
It's Jesus."
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