Our Town God

“I hate you, God!” I thought to myself. “I want nothing to do with you. You might be real, but you are not the good Creator people portray you to be.”
I did not always feel this way toward my Heavenly Father. In the first three years after my baptism, my walk with God was tranquil, blissful, easy even, and overflowing with confidence in His Word. I indulged my eyes with Scripture every chance available. Church events became the highlight of my week. The feeling of calm I experienced during sermons and the warmth in my vocal chords when singing in worship were highly treasured. Questions concerning every subject constantly escaped my lips and left my ears longing for answers. To know every aspect of God, look to Him in all areas of my life, and see God in a different and more beautiful way at every turn was my sole desire. Thinking of God as anything but my Savior and Rock remained a mystery to me. A life apart from God was inconceivable.
Unfortunately, this honeymoon phase in my relationship with God came to an abrupt close. Coming into my freshman year,
It was my sophomore year, and I auditioned for the play Our Town. Our Town is a play I will never forget. I do not know how, and I do not know why, but somehow God used this play to reveal Himself once more to me. He gave to me a cast that treated me as family and a plot that told of greater moments than this life. Our Town depicted what most consider to be unimportant, everyday activities and revealed their intrinsic value with each line and stage direction. In rehearsal we discussed multiple times the significance of this play and how it applies to our lives. By the time performances rounded the corner, my heart was near to bursting. A feeling of belonging and the need to appreciate every moment overwhelmed me. Most importantly, I felt a tug at the back of my mind, a quote from the Stage Manager, “We all know something is