I am a Christian, fifteen years old, and a missionary kid to Africa. I am also a lot of other things, but ostensibly those aren't necessary.
I don't know what your name is, how old you are, or whether or not you like math ;), but I know Jesus loves you...enough to die for you.
This isn't a track, or anything, just a love letter from one of God's daughters.
I want to tell you a story...
A little while ago, I was in nowheresvill with my family (not an unusually circumstance). We were there with a team from America, helping them with our knowledge of the culture and language. My youngest sister, whom is six, was sitting on a small stone, playing with a sticker-littered hat when a young boy asked her if she was a Christian. She darted her eyes to our mother, and then shrugged. I focused my gaze on her, and wished silently that I would open my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
A few days latter, I was walking with my mom and she told me my little sister became a Christian latter the day that little boy questioned her. I was happy. In fact, I was more then happy. I almost shouted, which would be a very strange thing for me.
My little sister, out in the bushlands where there are hundreds of lost and lonely souls, became a Christian. She trusted that Jesus died for her, that she could do nothing to save herself, with what you call 'faith'.
I liked how you described how some people don't believe in God, all that about dragons, fairies, and magic. It is true, this human way of viewing it does seem correct. But what about the wind? Do you think the wind is not real because you can't see it? Of course you would say no, I mean, you feel it...don't you? Duh, what kind of question is that?
I feel God. He sends me rainbows when I feel alone. He warms my heart, putting the pieces back together when it breaks. And he speaks to me.
Now I have a question for you. And no, this isn't a track.
If we weren't put here by God, what are we here for? Why is earth the only planet inhabited by man, by life? Why do you wake up every morning, pull on a some clothes absentmindedly, and head to school, or work?
I have an answer, though it is probably different then yours. I wake up every morning, do my school with a grunt at math, and then head out into the day, to serve God. He put me here. He is real. So real. (and SO up there, watching you)
In fact, this life is only about Him, to serve Him, to worship Him, to glorify Him for every breath and every happy moment you receive.
So, suprxsydni, I hope you will find Him, or stop running away...and let Him catch up to you.
I'll be praying for you.
Ps. Andrew12, sorry, can't say I have an answer for your question ...