Suppose you could ask God the most puzzling questions about existence -
questions about love and faith, life and death, good and evil. Suppose
God provided clear, understandable answers. It happened to Neale Donald
Walsch. It can happen to you. You are about to have a conversation... I
have heard the crying of your heart. I have seen the searching of your
soul. I know how deeply you have desired the Truth. In pain have you
called out for it, and in joy. Unendingly have you beseeched Me. Show
Myself. Explain Myself. Reveal Myself. I am doing so here, in terms so
plain, you cannot misunderstand. In language so simple, you cannot be
confused. In vocabulary so common, you cannot get lost in the verbiage.
So go ahead now. Ask Me anything. Anything. I will contrive to bring you
the answer. The whole universe will I use to do this. So be on the
lookout; this book is far from My only tool. You may ask a question,
then put this book down. But watch. Listen. The words to the next song
you hear. The information in the next article you read. The story line
of the next movie you watch. The chance utterance of the next person you
meet. Or the whisper of the next river, the next ocean, the next breeze
that caresses your ear - all these devices are Mine; all these avenues
are open to Me. I will speak to you if you will listen. I will come to
you if you will invite Me. I will show you then that I have always been
there. All ways.