What One Finishes Another Begins

     Have you ever felt at a loss, as though no future is written for you, as though one day soon your life will end as abruptly as it began, as though there is no point to strive for, for you will never live to see your goal completed. Like a ghost it haunts me, no day for rest. I can not escape this mindset.
     The future exists no longer. There is only now, and my past to dwell upon. But will i use my experiences, though the path ahead lays unlit. Will I survive; If so, what more will be achieved. The fate of tomorrow, if ever the sun looks well upon it, is our destiny to accomplish. But destiny though written is my choice and yours with me. Together we can write our fate, the fate of humanity, the fate of the Earth.
      If not for our own benefit, then our children's we will strive to the bitter end. For though their face we can not see and what destiny they will write for themselves, we can, if no less, provide them a bright beginning. The future its not here, but the past has been written in stone, and with it the future is paved, a guide and a warning to those who pave a new and better way.

Fast Fed Kids Get Hick-ups

During so many praise concerts, sermons, classes, study groups, and revivals that I have been to, the speaker will ask anyone who wants to give their life to Christ to repeat a prayer after them without any definition of "Savior", "repentance", or "Christian." They leave without any direction for their viewers, without instruction on what to do afterward. 
I fear if I had not grown up in such a loving Christ filled home that the idea of an "all-powerful Heavenly Father" would turn me off to the whole Christian faith if I had a father at home who beat me or who selfishly abandoned me.  I might think the idea of "peace toward man" is a fairytale for those who never have had to fight for what they have or protect, a mere tool that others have used in the past to get what they want from me. I may think that "repentance" is just another word for sorry or that "right" is a variable term. I would say to myself, "Eternal life? But i can hardly bear the short life I'm given."
We are in trouble, Church. We wonder why strangers and even our close friends don't listen and understand. We wonder how they can't comprehend.
Think about yourself for a minute. How much had to be explained to to each of us before we understood "eternity","love","peace", "joy", "redemption", "salvation", "Heavenly Father", The Word", "Eternal life". Did we not first have to be spoon fed? We people of the church still can't grasp the magnitude of God and the depths of His love; yet we try to explain Him, in less than an hour, to a multitude of teens who have grown up in a perverse, sinful, Godless world, the likes of which the prophets would have shuttered at the sight of. God cannot be condensed. If we rush God, then we can only expect those who hear us to do the same. We move our relationship with God to a small contained 10 minutes at the end of the service. Our listeners will do the same in their daily lives.
G.O.D. DOES NOT WORK IN OUR TIME. WE WORK IN H.I.S.

The Burden of a Cliff

 

Does anyone feel the way I feel,

A cliff to hold the heavy land
To work and strive for another's will,

Separated from sea by sand

Here I stand, watch the waves dance and play 
No mind paid me as each day pass

So free and upon the beach they lay, 
Careless mingle and others cast

Oh, if a wave, not bound by this stone,

Free of which task imprison me
Now and ever I stand here all alone 

Never will they and I become we

That's what I wish, cut off, let me sink

All I want are waves of my own

And meet a cliff, to me be no link

Yet here, indeed my seed is sown,