Tomorrow is not here yet in as much as last night was gone. A beacon of hope struck the wholeness of the unwavering white flag, clogged in frivolous masculine defeat. “Let us run the race with gladness”, the preacher says, “just give me enough time to stand up from my wheelchair of doubts”, the stalker of dead lilies replied.
The unfamiliar gloomy corner vacated through the years of despair is now well lit with a sumptuous lamp post that stood proud as if eternity is but a nod in casual conversations.
Leaving an empty chair behind you does not necessarily mean you quit sitting and preferred standing instead, it might be that the rest of your life you were sitting and just in time before you die in disappointment you realized that standing is a better option.
I remember a poor boy’s face back in the suburb of the “sin city” who refused to take his eyes of me unless I gave him a few bucks for food. Being expertly sinful and undoubtedly prideful, I spared him a few of what I have in my wallet. (I am a jobless freak before, wandering the streets of Magsaysay Drive waiting for the result of a band competition which me and my other jobless freak friends joined)
He was happy indeed, but not any happier that I am since I got plus points on my public acceptance rating because I have the whole gang with me actually giving compliments over what I did.
Oh well, some 15 years later, I don’t have any iota of an idea where and who that boy is but the truth still remains, being crowned with praises from my friends did not even assure me of at least half of the joy that I have when I received greater things in life not because I gave the poor boy money for food but because Someone loved that poor boy that He made sure someone would provide for the kid’s food. Unknowingly, I was too busy praising myself I did not even now I was just and instrument of His love to that little boy. And someday soon I would receive that love by grace.
A few more steps and life would be over for most of us; those who remained unfazed can not curse the generation who quit just because they are stronger. The earth remains a gathering of one big estranged happy family, everyone would remain to refuse to share the space that his feet occupies in the belief that the earth is too big for everyone. Let all human beings do what they please. As long as there is balance and harmony within the rest of the tenants.
The majority of us organic sinners could stand a mortal debate to appease the argument that indeed it is possible to live in harmony with all under a thinning ozone layer.
One word, one Name and He is above the ozone layer, I should say. And beyond that, in fact the earth is His footstool, heaven is His throne.
On the argument that life can be lived easily in a corporate effort to make it easy can be easily flat lined by a two syllable, eternal, incomparable, truth. Infinitely valuable than all of man’s reason combined, who can make available to assuming earthlings a massive force greater than Einstein’s Mass and Constant raised to two, in a twinkling of an eye. Yes, He defied gravity just to prove that He is over all of our greatest norms of computations.
I could write the greatest combination of the most beautiful adjectives this life has come up with but I would still fall short of describing who He really is. In fact, what I just wrote above is a lame comparison to how the angels can actually describe Him.
And the bible says the angels can not stop calling Him holy just once.
Can I just end my blog with the most beautiful name that I’ve known, He is the exalted One!
Jesus!
