The sun is warm, obliquely printed on the cross of the church.

The breeze blew, which seemed to make the physical work of the two just now a little cool.

Yuan Changwen cautiously asked, "Does God really exist?"

This question haunted him for many days, and when he asked Xiaoyu, the answer was definitely there.

Ask the temple master, and the old Tao who met by chance that night, and the answer must be self-evident.

Ask a colleague and others will think you're an idiot.

The pastor smiled, as if the question had been asked by many people.

"Absolutely. ”

Yuan Changwen: "Then why haven't we ever met?"

The pastor pointed around and said, "God is never an image, and God is not just in one place. This flower, this wind, a word that suddenly appears, a song, etc., these are all God. ”

Yuan Changwen: "Isn't this idealism? Since all things are God, then there is no God or not, and what difference does it make?"

The priest laughed, "The difference is, do you believe that God exists? Do you believe that there is a force in the world that drives everything? You can't see the air, but you can't deny the air, the air is everywhere." ”

Yuan Changwen: "But I can feel the breath and know that I am breathing air. As for God, how can I know that God exists?"

Pastor: "Faith, child, believe in the Lord, you will naturally touch the Lord's presence." The way to feel the air is to breathe, the way to feel the temperature is to touch, and the way to feel God is faith. ”

Faith again?

I believe so it exists?

How has such a been passed down for thousands of years?

So many people still believe?

That's right!

Yuan Changwen suddenly thought of a question, smiled and said, "Pastor, do you think I am God?"

The pastor was stunned for a moment and smiled: "If it were in the church, I wouldn't admit it, kid." Because we are a religion, maintaining the existence of religion is the first priority. But outside the church, child, I can say for sure, you are God, and I am also God. Only in this way can God be everywhere.

I don't believe that the Almighty can only be somewhere, I don't believe that the Almighty can be something. Child, I see the confusion in your heart and the cheering of your soul.

You have absolute freedom, which is God's promise. You can change reality, and that's God's promise. Many things happen not to be a test, but to make you happy and happy.

If you don't give charity, how can you know that you are a good person? If you don't change reality, how can you know that you are God? The appearance of poverty is the gospel, it is an opportunity for you to change, and it allows you to know deeply that you are God, and you can be sure that you are God.

If you just went from a rich man to a poor man, would you consider yourself God? Everything is gospel, and nothing is not God's will. Child, do not resist, wipe away the hindrances of your heart, so that the Lord may come. ”

Yuan Changwen felt a little big, and the pastor's words were so clear that it made people feel comfortable.

But there is a corner in his heart, as if he is snorting coldly and disdainfully.

Fart!

The pastor patted Yuan Changwen on the shoulder and invited, "Child, why don't you go in and have a look? ”

Yuan Changwen thought about it and followed in.

I'm here to find Xiaoyu.

By the way, what does the church look like, I haven't been here yet.

It has to be said that religious places are always magnificent. Whether it is the height of the Buddha statue or the spaciousness of the church, it seems that people feel small here.

There are dozens of benches in the church, neatly arranged, like silent soldiers guarding Jesus.

The narrow and slender windows, covered with window paper full of Western mysteries, shine through the sunlight and make the whole church a paradise.

The empty and tall volume makes people subconsciously quiet, and it seems that speaking loudly will become very rude.

And the vault, which gradually closes, seems to tell the people that your words will be heard by the Lord.

The platform in front of it was empty, and there was only one podium.

In the corner next to it, there is a piano, perhaps for the accompaniment of singing during the service.

Yuan Changwen followed the priest to the front of the stage, where there was a large wooden cross, but there was no Jesus.

Xiaoyu walked over and naturally held the long text.

Yuan Changwen was stunned for a moment, and he didn't break free, it was not bad to have a girl holding him.

"Pay attention to your image!" said one of the publishers, looking at the two men.

Yuan Changwen just wanted to withdraw his hand, but was firmly held by Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu pouted and said, "Is God going to break us apart?"

The publisher was stunned, how could this be answered?

Does God want to break things apart?

Wouldn't God break it up? Wouldn't it be shameless to be a shame?

Reluctantly, the publisher said: "I hope you will respect God." ”

Xiaoyu: "Could it be that our love is insulting God?"

The publisher was suddenly speechless and his face flushed, apparently angry!

Who doesn't respect themselves, who dare to talk back to themselves? Even though they are just a small publisher, they represent Jesus and God here!

"Confess to the Lord. The pastor came and said to the publisher, "You are guilty. ”

The publisher bowed his head and left.

Good is embarrassing.

Yuan Changwen hurriedly changed the subject, pointed to the empty cross and said, "What about Jesus?"

The pastor laughed, "We are Protestant, and we believe that everyone can talk to God. In addition, Jesus was resurrected and did not need to stay on the cross any longer. ”

Yuan Changwen was puzzled: "Since he can be resurrected, why should he be nailed? Is it to tease you?"

The priest smiled and said, "Of course not. Jesus is God, and He can do whatever He wants. He was crucified to illustrate, to tell the world, 'See, there's nothing I don't want to do.'"

He could have escaped, but he didn't. He wanted to preach through his own death that you can do whatever you want, just as I was crucified. You can even crucify me, what else can't you do?"

Yuan Changwen was even more strange: "If he wants to prove that it would be good to put a few spells, why do he have to use his own death to publicize it?"

The priest looked at the cross of the church with some seriousness and said, "What Jesus wanted to show was a kind of surrender, a kind of letting go." 'Do not do my will, but do yours'.

However, death is exactly what I did not realize. For Jesus, and for many masters, death is not the end. The Bible also says that after death return to the arms of God the Father.

In this way, death is not a sad thing, but something to celebrate. It's a pity that I haven't realized this yet, I just know it.

Just like that sentence, I know a lot of truths, but I still can't live this life. It's because it's just knowing, not realizing. Child, it's very similar to your current state.

If Jesus did not die, where there would be Christianity, there would be 2,000 years of salvation. The death of Jesus made the whole of Christianity bloom in the world, affecting generation after generation. ”

When it comes to death, it's always dreary.

The two said goodbye to the pastor and left the church.

Walking in the sun, it seems to be much better.

Xiaoyu still held the long article and did not let go.

Yuan Changwen felt a little awkward, but he didn't break free, after all, a girl took the initiative to hold you, if she refused, she would definitely be very sad and sad.

Besides, this isn't my lover in my previous life, let alone holding my arm, maybe, hehe.

"Changwen, can you hug me?"

The two of them were by the river, the long wicker was already fluttering in the wind, and the temperature of the sun was just right.

Your temperature is just right.

Yuan Changwen smiled and gently pulled Xiaoyu into his arms.

The breath of the two was entangled, and the gentle breeze slowly caressed it, blowing away all those unpleasantness.

The willow branches hung down, like a curtain, and the two could only be seen faintly.

"Thank you, Changwen, your hug is still so warm. Xiaoyu raised her head and smiled.

Yuan Changwen gently rubbed her hair and said, "You also deliberately ran down from heaven, and the person who should say thank you is me." ”

The two of them were by the river, quietly embracing.

It's nice to have a girl.

Yuan Changwen thought to himself.

Boom!

Creak!

A crash, followed by a sudden braking.

Yuan Changwen and Xiaoyu were startled, turned around and saw that there was a car accident not far away.

The two approached and saw that the audience had gathered around, and the man lying on the ground was already dead.

The white brain pulp mixed with bright red blood slowly flowed from under the tires on the road, raising a fishy smell.

"Alas......" Yuan Changwen sighed.

Xiaoyu: "It's okay to write a long article, don't sigh, this is his mission and his inevitability." ”

Yuan Changwen's eyes widened and he said incredulously:

"You mean, he deserves to die?"