As my father before me, or as all my ancestors before me, I went by their word of mouth of what was the best way to know the meaning of life. The information I was given passed down through generations did not pass the test of time. That information should have given me balance, trust and peace, but it did not. Even though I followed the norm and the rituals it left me empty and wanting. It left in me an underlying feeling that there's got to be more to life than all the rituals.
So I broke with the family traditions of multiple generations. I went in search of the truth. The only way to learn the meaning of life was to go to the source of life. I did not find it in man made buildings of stone and wood, on any club membership, rituals, powerful leaders, governments, on any self appointed reprensentative person of God. The only place I found the true meaning of life was in a black book were it's written text endured the passage of time. It was in this book that I finally encounter the life giving word of God. My mind was illuminated with the shinning light of the gospel of God.
I learned to trust in not mand made promises but on a higher guidance. I discovered my purpose, my reason for been here in these planet. The words I read in that old book called the Bible taught me to listen, watch, to consider, to hope, to trust and to believe thta I am important, I am worth of love, I am a thinking, walking, working miracle force in a shape of a human beign.
I know who my spiritual guide is because I chose my spiritual guide. I am a very sensetive human beign, which I used to think it was bad, but now I embrace it knowing very well that is what I was born to be. I was made a sensetive human beign for a reason.
I was given a name at birth and my name is important. It is part of my identity. It tells people who I am. I am my name. When someone calls my name my person, spirit, personality and my beliefs come into view. There is an invisible force field that surrounds me. A positive force field because I am bathe by the light of my creator. It is invisible and unseen but it is there it is palpable as air.
If I put my hand out when I am driven in a car I can feel the wind hitting my hand. As the car increases speed the wind against my hand becomes stronger. When the speed the car I am riding in as a passenger gets to be very fast, the wind becomes so strong it bends my hand backwards. That invisible wind I feel in my hand. It is strong and forceful but it can be soft, nice and unthreatening. It occupies space just like people. They can be forceful and threatening or nice and unthreatening.
It the real of life it all deepend who is the driving force behind the spirited individual. If it is Christ then you can see the difference than if it is Satan. I am glad that I belong in the winner circle. For I know that by accepting Jesus Christ sacrifice of his life and blood, and confessing to only God and not man my sins, I am a new creature, born of the spirit, my old spirit is dead and a new me is born. I am a new person, my aura is godly and not deadly. I tried very hard not to obey the fallen nature in me. It is a constant battle between good and evil. A battle to the death. I am the prize. Satan wants me as a trophy to put on his fiery mantle so that he can boast of how many people's souls he has taken from God. He nature is to mock and ridiculed his creator. Vengeance is his game and humans are the perfect vessel to reveal his hatred of God.
I thank God almighty that he did not take my life when I was on the mist of my sinful life. I would be going to hell for all my sins were pretty bad. I thank God for giving me a chance to repent and accept his son as my saviour Lord and master. Praise be to God for his divine intervention in my life. Thanks Jesus. Amen
|
|
| Views: 49
Email This to a Friend 