How I Found God
by Arthur RobinsI was born into a beautiful Jewish family in Brooklyn, New York, 1953. My father was a research chemist and my mother a writer. As a child, I was always inquisitive about everything, and asked all the impossible questions. My parents, I soon realized, did not have all the answers.
My childhood was spent focusing on my two passions: Fine Art and Zoology. My six years in Hebrew school insisted that God existed, yet no provision to contact him was there.
Growing up in the 60's was a wonderful turbulent time. So many negative things have been said about that era, but I recall so much good. Many were searching for Truth, Love, and God; and though some found it, my search continued.
The spiritual quest of the 60's gave way to the 70's, when cults became very big. I was seduced by two of them. Cults offered people what the churches and synogogues seemed to lack: continuous love and acceptance rather than judgement. People believe that cults prey on the weak and gullible. But actually the opposite is true. Only a dedicated and intelligent person enters a cult, since only such a person is looking for God.
By the mid 70's my search led me to Martial Arts, where, at least I found an outlet for my frustrations. My master, a very bright and spiritual person, was a God-like figure in our midst. And if I couldn't find God, at least, this seemed like a viable alternative.
In 1984, while painting, I suddenly realized the hopelessness of it all. I remember weeping on the floor of my studio, crying out to a God I did not know. Just then, a revelation came to me. I decided to demand God show himself to me, right then and there. I figured, if God exists, he could paint a painting through me with my eyes closed. To my amazement, He painted a man's face who appeared to be laughing, crying, dreaming, singing, sleeping and talking, all at the same time.
It was then that I knew for sure there was a God.
But how do I communicate with Him? Where do I go from here?
A wild preacher appeared on my TV screen to aid in my search; Dr. Eugene Scott. He got me interested in the Bible and showed me amazing things. On Easter Sunday, 1984, He showed me how to prove that Jesus was who He said He was.
I remember taking notes and dropping my pen, the moment I believed. I went to bed that night thinking "Wow - I believe Jesus is who He said he was," and getting up in the morning proclaiming "Incredible, Jesus is who he said he was... I believe in Jesus!!!"
I realized what Jesus meant when he said, "No-one comes to the Father except by me," John 14:6
After I discovered that Jesus was the way to the Father, and my sins were forgiven, and the Bible was true, and God existed, all things came into place, and my art and life finally had a deep meaning and purpose. I had found peace, because I had found God.
Sincerely, Arthur Robins