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"Help! Come quick!"
A man burst into my house. He was hysterical.
"What is it? What happened?" I replied.
Breathlessly the man explained, "There's a boy in the lake! He is drowning!"
We both rushed out of the house. The lake was only a short way off. I knew the lake well. It was a place my parents and I visited often when I was a child. I had spent many summers swimming there. I had not been there since the incident. I was 11 years old then.
When we got there I could see someone laying under the water on the bottom just a little pass the shore. I jumped in quickly pulling the boy from the lake. He was limp in my arms. There was no life in him. I ran to the house. When I got there my father came out to meet me. He looked furious.
"Put the boy back in the lake!", he demanded.
"Why!" I was confused.
Suddenly the boy in my arms began to twitch. My father became more adamant, "Put him back in the lake before he comes back to life!"
"But, why! He needs our help!" The boy started to groan and jerk. Suddenly I realized what my father was trying to tell me. I was horrified. I didn't recognize the boy at first. This was me! This was me when I was 11 years old. This was me before the incident at the lake. I must hurry. There is no time to spare. If he fully awakes and opens his eyes there will be no turning back. I must take the boy back to the lake and make sure he is dead.
Conclusion: This is an adaption from a dream I had almost 20 years ago. When we are baptized in Christ, the old man is dead, we should never go back to our old self to revive it. We are now new creations restored to God, made for His purposes. Do not dabble with the things you have left behind otherwise you might awaken the old man and the rebellion of that nature will be reborn greater than it was previously.Labels: macabre |
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posted by Brett @ 5:39 PM
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| The Crow and the Farmer |
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The crow tapped his beak on the farmer's head but the farmer didn't notice. All day long the farmer went about working his fields, feeding his cows, visiting the outhouse but the crow continued a rat-a-tat-tat. Soon a bald spot appeared in the thick gray hair; still no notice of the crow with its shiny black feathers. A sore developed. As you might imagine and find somewhat disgusting, eventually the flesh in that spot was completely pecked away. The crow was tapping against the farmer's hard bony skull. Well, the day had ended and the farmer went inside, ate some dinner and went straight to bed as was his custom. What happened next is a little disturbing and if you are given to a weak stomach you might find your self wishing you had stopped right here.
By morning the crow, standing on the farmer's forehead, had eventually and slowly chipped away at the farmer's skull and ate out his brains. How the farmer never felt the crow tapping on his head is beyond my understanding. If the farmer had come into town or visited your home, it would have been plain to you. You would have seen the crow right there and would have asked him why he had a crow on his head. Why did he not know of the rat-a-tat-tat against his skull? If you had a crow sitting on your head pecking away, you would have noticed, right?
Conclusion: Without the Shepard's voice speaking to us we are not able to see plainly the corruption in our lives. When we compare ourselves to our own standards we will not see our disobedience because it is blurred out in the lack of contrast. When we see our sin in comparison to a holy God we see very clearly how far we have strayed and how destructive our sin is.Labels: macabre |
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posted by Brett @ 12:22 PM
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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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