Shall we choose to yield?

Shall we yield to the unbeliever?
When we yet believe
We hear the flattering words of the ungodly
Will we let them convince even us?
Random chance, perpetual evolution
Shall we forget the saint, the martyr, our forebears?
Yea shall we even let them change the story?
Rewrite our history books, reinterpret our Bible?
They who cry for us to respect diversity
And yet they have no tolerance for us
Shall we sit idly by and let our sacred rites be tread upon
Shall we cover our ears that we hear not their slanderous words
Shall we close our eyes and say there is no evil before us
And who will lead the little ones when we are gone?
Yea the tender branches, which way will they bend?
We must arise and remember
We must speak so that others will hear
We must look steadfastly to the light, for He will come
Even being afflicted, we must be kind
Being assailed upon, we must be tolerant
Belittled, we must be humble and forgiving
Hearts can be changed
Minds can become enlightened
Faith can become a sure knowledge
And God is mighty to save… “For he so loved the world..”
Every life is a story, and epic and powerful sequence of events that began and will end here and then go on in another sphere. If we could really see the heart wrenching, poignant events and emotions of everyone’s personal life we would witness a masterpiece and would be in awe. No Broadway hit could compare.
May we live our lives each day in real happiness, believing and trusting, being kind, and letting our voices be heard. Each day is another scene and the story is being written and we are co authors.
Someone once said “Because of choice we can choose” “We can really come to know how powerful we are when we have choice” and “When we choose, the transformation occurs”
May a happy accounting of choices be ours.
May God bless us all.

What am I?

I’m active at night

But mostly by day

I have no feelings

I have nothing to say

I scare little children

And surprise adults too

I make nary a sound

When I do what I do!

I can move very fast

And move so slow,

I’ fixed yet I’m free

I want you to know!

Sometimes I’m short

Sometimes I’m tall,

Sometimes I’m humongously big

Sometimes ever so small

I’m subject to objects

Controlled by design,

Sometimes I’m blurred,

Mostly defined.

I slip around here,

And I slip around there,

In all of my slipping,

I fall anywhere.

I can fall on a wall,

I can fall on the ground,

If you look closely,

I’ll be around.

In all of my falling,

I’m still kind of cool,

People and animals seek me

Unless they are a fool.

Now that this story

Is pretty much said and done.

I would not exist

Without the light of the Sun

After writing the poem, I realized how like our lives this goes. And for sure we are all dependent upon the light and life of the Son. The Son of God (Jesus Christ) Can you find some parallels in our lives?