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One day I went down into my basement, which I rarely do. I cannot remember why I was going down there, which has no bearing on what happened next, because I never made it to the bottom of the stairs. I started down into that dark hole and noticed a faint glow. At first I did not see it until it caught my peripheral vision. It was on the stone wall next to me. With further inspection I saw that it came from a crack in the wall, between two stones. I bent down and peered in. It was the oddest thing. I straightened up and looked around me, not sure what I just saw. I leaned over and looked in again. It was a town! A town of buildings, roads and people. In fact there was a dog barking down in an alley at a stray cat that just scurried off. There were carriages going up and down the main boulevard. People were navigating through the busy streets, going about their daily routines.
A whole little world lives within a crack in my wall! I stood there for nearly two hours watching before realizing how stiff I was from the awkward way I was standing on the stairs. I decided to go eat some dinner. I came back later. The town was dark and only a few lights in the windows remained. It was night. It seemed after some observation that time moved along the same pace in the town as it does in our world. The next day I built a makeshift seat that connected to the stairs so that I would not have to hunch over to look in the crack. I also found a large magnifying glass. I could finally see the faces of the people, for they were only slightly larger than ants. I started tracking certain individuals. There was this one gentleman with a brown leather hat that I watched for sometime. Every now and then he seemed to be looking up at me. After some time he would stop a passerby on the street and anxiously point in my direction. The other fellow would usually look up and seem confused, then would shake his head and continue on his way.
Day after day this man would come out into the streets and earnestly attempt to convince others of my presence. Soon the town folk became familiar with his pleading and would not stop anymore to look. They would avoid eye contact and walk on the other side of the street, not stopping to listen to him. There were a couple of times someone would spit at him and yell at him, which I could not understand because the people were so small. The man with the brown hat began to look haggard. No one believed him. Obviously he could see me but the others could not. Eventually the town folk had enough of this lunatic. One day, what looked like some kind of officers came and took him away. I did not see him again. I felt horrible. This man was right. I do exist. No one believed him.
Conclusion: The World is blinded by their very centrist focus on themselves and their plans. They don't realize how small they are and how great God is. In their selfishness and refusal to humble their hearts they will persecute those who try to lead them to the Truth.Labels: scifi |
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posted by Brett @ 11:55 AM
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