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      In this dream I stepped through heavens gate and I was blessed with an honor beyond anything I could have possibly earned in my life or with the act that brought me there. I was allowed to sit between our God and His Son. Sensing my inadequacy, Jesus spoke lovingly, "You can ask our Father anything you want, brother." My mind flooded with inquiries, but they weren't my own. They were those of the faithless I had heard my entire life. Why does He allow bad things to happen? Why is there so much suffering? Why are our children being murdered in the streets? Why is there so much war, famine and poverty? As my mind filled with all these questions I dared to look upon my God, and His face seemed filled with so much sadness, yet He remained silent. I lowered my eyes in shame, for although those may not have been my thoughts at the time, I can't say for certain one or two may not have crossed my mind at some point in my life. Jesus turned to me with a kind smile and with a comforting tone, said, "Little brother, all of these questions in your head can be summed up into one, you just have to ask." Immediately I knew what it was. Speaking it, however, seemed arrogant, selfish and ungrateful. But it was already there. I lifted my eyes and cleared my throat, but still asked with trembled words, "Father, why did you give us free will?" Jesus laughed with tears in his eyes and the Lord answered in a manner that reminded me that I was created in His image. With a smirk I thought only I could supply, he simply replied, "Now, my son, you're asking the right question."

We are everyday, all the time, faced with choices. It's up to you to make the right ones.