Woe to Believe

Woe to Believe

   I suppose at times we all think the wrath of God’s great might is felt by the innocent more than the worthy. But what makes any man worthy to call another man unworthy? What makes him fit to think that his life is of more worth than another? Like so, in many ways, we have so easily lost our way, on this life we all journey. Only I can speak for myself, and you, for your accounts because we all have a different story.

   Whatever kind of life we choose to live, for that decision we’ll someday have an account to give. Whether we were too prideful and ego-lead to sing praises to God, or humble enough to believe that there is, in fact, a God.

   A living man once had more than a million chances to believe in God, but while carelessly living, have managed to abuse and neglect that privilege. He cursed the truth of God’s word and only believed it to be lies. Guided by the poor choices of his ungodly ways, he was quickly driven to his demise. Then entrapped in darkness and nothingness, lost, he seeks that which he  mocked and hoped to discover that which he never thought there was to be found. And at the God he cursed and only acknowledged through blame, he pointlessly prayed and begged for another chance to be alive once more. Then in dismay and doomed, he wishes to have once more the life he once hated, to relive.

   Life is a free meadow to some, while to others, it’s a captive, to some it’s a mansion and to others its a prison cell. But however we live or whatever kind of life we choose to live, for that decision, we’ll someday have an account to give. Some people cautiously live to live again, some relive in heaven and some sadly, in hell. While some people think the end of living is he ultimate end, but where you will live and what you believed, time will surely tell.

   God casts anger to no man, in spite of the life he lives. God is a sovereign God, he honors us all, even if we deny him because truth be told, he gave us that free will. So even if you live the life you please, on your own account, God awaits your change of heart, but on your very own terms because believe it or not, God loves us all, still.

   Life for many is long, while for some, as short as a wink. Life prospers for many, like a ship a float, but in a brief flip, that ship, too, will sink.

   A man whose blinded eyes has never seen the light of day, sees the radiance of God’s grace in his unique way. ——

   A man whose tongue hath not said a word before, nods in humble digression. ——His jolly hands move in style. But in his hour of troublesome isolations, has pointed the wrong fingers in the wrong places, as in tender tongues of anger, he spoke God’s name in vain.

   A man whose ears have heard, but have not heeded to the calls of the weary, or the cry of the needy, has neglected to be the angel he could have been. He terminated the good Samaritan he was, and has lived, freed from his obligations given to him by God above. So, strayed he too far from the voice that cautioned him to draw nigh. He just strayed and stayed, onto paths of all sorts. Until to this wicked world, he eventually lost his life.

   A crippled man since birth may seemed to have accepted that which he is, but he too, have questioned the ways of God, and have demanded an explanation for the broken vessel he claims that he is. He crippled his own humility, so couldn’t believe that God’s reasons he will never  know. But he, just like all else, a precious piece is he, carefully crafted into the creation of God’s tapestry.

   On the ledge of life, I one day stood, gazing off into the sunset. I observed beyond the fluttering of the Sparrows’ wings, the intricate colors of the horizon that gave way to fading stratus, wherefrom stretched forth a hand and imparted into each man, glowing gems that would never go out. Each man, just before his departure, seemed to have found a new point of understanding, of God’s ways, his will and might, and to that, they all succumb to awe as they set off to heavenly flight.

   They all digressed in belief of his existence, and all he entailed, and to his Omnipotence. They all bowed at the feet of God, where they repented and praised, as all sounded by an orbit of halo and angelic glow.