Many a time life has pushed us to the limits, to
the point of questioning the existence of god. During such grim periods, we
tend to ask, why me? We search every corner of our hearts and mind to see the
wrong we’ve done but see none. We feel like we are in a void and no one can
reach out to us and even tell us a word that would bring us comfort. We feel so
angry that we decide we have had enough of God and can’t pray to him anymore. As
human beings, we suffer from selective amnesia. In such situations, we forget
all the good we have ever had and focus on the little negativity. Yes, you don’t
have shoes, but did you know that there is someone somewhere with no feet? You can’t
afford a huge turkey for Thanksgiving, did you know that someone somewhere hasn’t
had anything to eat for three days? My word today isn’t of condemnation though.
It is of encouragement. Sometimes when things get too cloudy and you can’t see beyond
your nose, know that you are not alone in your predicament. When you can’t see
any help coming your way, don’t stress out or even start blaming others. Don’t curl
in a corner and cry yourself to sleep. When the night is too thick and your
heart is filled with fear, all you have to do is reach out. Wonders lie where
we least expect. Jesus Christ is that magical light that switches on when all
others go off. Jesus Christ is the biggest comfort when our hearts sorrow. He is
the hand that reaches out, pick us up when we fall by the road. My word today is,
when you think you are alone in the darkness, all you have to do is open your
eyes.
If we must die If we must die, let it not be like cows in the slaughter, walking willingly into the bloodbaths, too meek to resist and too trusting to argue. Let us die like buffaloes in a lion chase or ants in a midday march. Let us die like termites in search of freedom in a hostile world. If we must die, let it not be like birds caught in storm or a deer by a hunter’s spear. Let it not be like foxes caught in traps or flies landing on fire. If we must die, let our death not be told to those with faint hearts and loud wails. Let it not be known by those women who know not to keep their mouth shut. Let it not be told to those frail and on the brink lest they tilt over. If we must die, let the news be hushed and kept silent. Let everyone be told that we refused to be vanquished, that the flame refused to be extinguished. Let them be told that it is not graves but a mound full of seeds and flowers. Lord, if we must die, let us waft out into your presence like sacred incense. Send a ch...
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