A void in form of God

For five years, with my wife, we worked on the development of a pioneering work. Very quickly, we understood that it was absolutely necessary to diversify the forms of evangelization if we wanted to reach a much wider audience. We went social, set up biblical stands, went door-to-door, organized Bible weeks, screened films, organized children's parties, invited preachers... And then, to help to those who suffered from depression, we opened a permanence every Thursday. We had an article published in the newspaper inviting those who wished to join us.

I still remember that day when I saw a red sports car park right in front of our assembly. A woman came down, profile mannequin, dressed in a fur coat. And with great elegance, she crossed the street and entered the room of our modest assembly. I thought what to look for an address. Standing in front of me, she pulled from her purse the newspaper article she had been careful to cut out. I invited her to sit down. I admit that I was a little surprised. I wondered what she could want. And then, I saw his face darken. She started crying. I was embarrassed, not sure what to say and where to start. And she started talking : "I need to talk to someone. I have everything I need, everything a woman can hope for. My husband loves me and he loves me so much that he keeps giving me gifts. He offers me beautiful jewels, fur coats. There, he just bought me this beautiful car. But all these gifts fail to fill this immense void that I feel in myself. I'm desperate..."

Faced with this confession, I could not help but think of these words of Pascal : "There is in the heart of each man, a void in the form of God" and, "the heart of the man is hollow and full of garbage."

Jeremy Sourdril