Life
Written by seneca
Posted on Sunday, April 13, 2008 at 08:01 AM.
Life
I was thinking the other day about humanity and its purpose. It is one question with a thousand answers. Some will say we were an accident, perhaps even a mistake. Others would suggest we were born to love and worship God Almighty. Of course, me being whom I am, (weird, strange and different) envisioned a different angle of the portrait.
Have you ever received a gift that was so exciting, that you just had to share it with a friend or a loved one? Have you ever beheld a sunset so rich in texture that it could not be uttered, but had to be seen and felt with the soul?
God is life. I donât mean just life. God is pure life, undefiled, exquisite, pure and joyous. Wherever God attends, death cannot enter. That which the Master breathes upon or touches has life, for heâs not the giver of death, but the author of life.
I was looking at a green landscape the other day. I not only looked at it, but beheld it. Did you realize that the color green is so much more than the color green? I became amazed and enthralled by the many shadings of green. One solid green would be so bland for a landscape. Even the plants we call weeds had their place in this family of life I gazed upon. Each plant was lighter or darker than the plant beside it. Yet all of them were green. And I contemplated, how considerate and detailed and loving God is with his creation.
So many times we busily pass through life, looking but never seeing. For a few minutes each day, I stop. I stop and indulge myself in the beauty, serenity and peace of creation. I abandon the city noises and listen to the songs of my feathered friends. I close my eyes to mans pollutions and see the blueness of the sky, the richness of the velvet finery of the trees. I exhale the stench of factories and exhaust and inhale the scent of a rose, a powdered baby and analyze the very air which gives me life. Afterwards, I reverently thank he, who made it all possible. And I acknowledge the fact that yes, I do have a reason to be happy.
We all know that life is imperfect, yet it is that imperfection which compliments and makes life perfect. We endure that which is course and homely, in that, we might appreciate that which is refined and comely. To understand sorrow, makes our joy complete.
Now imagine this. God has all this beautiful life. Itâs throbbing with energy, vibrant, stimulatingly joyous, more intense than the fires of a thousand suns. Thereâs only one problem. God has no one to share it with.
R.D. Smith
Continue to shine for Christ, my friend. <br />
Keep the faith. <br />
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In His Wonderful Grip,<br />
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Hope