It doesn't matter why we come, only that we come. Once we see Him for who He is the reasons become unimportant. One woman came to Him to be healed of a bleeding disorder. Another came to better understand G-d. One wanted to be healed of blindness. One wanted his daughter healed. One wanted his servant healed. One simply wanted to be more than a fisherman. We all come to Him for our own reasons.
Come to Him for whatever reason you wish.
Just come!
Though the curse has long been broken Adam's sons are still the prisoners of their fears.
Running helter-skelter to distruction with their fingers in their ears.
And the Master's voice is calling with an urgency I've never heard before.
Won't you come in from the darkness, son, before it's time to finally close the door?
Adam, Adam, Where are you?
Adam, Adam, Where are you?
Adam, Adam, I love you!
-Don FranciscoShalom.