Lonely for God –

Despite the many cards, letters and visits I received during those early days (Rochester Prison 1990), a gnawing loneliness continued to eat at my soul.  It wasn’t a loneliness for people; it was a loneliness for God.  I simply did not know where He was.  Worse yet, I felt that He had forgotten my address.  I attempted to keep busy by pouring myself into various clubs I had joined and by preparing and teaching the motivational material I used in the smoking cessation course.  I needed the activity and the interaction with people that the clubs provided, and I needed to absorb the motivational principles I was teaching.  But all the positive principles I was espousing could not satisfy the deepest needs of my soul. Continue reading →