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Life… for such a short thing, sure seems to cause us a variety of problems.  None of which will matter once we die.  I find it odd that people spend their time posturing and presenting their life as a scale to be judged.  I often wonder who does the real judgment on our conduct?  If it was left up to people, I think we’d find judgment- much too heavy to bear.  How can my life have any importance if death is the only reward?  Will all my strivings, all my struggles, and all my confinement’s today! Really prepare me for a day when my faith will become a reality?  Because if my faith is not found in kindness and goodness… I cannot imagine my death being any better than my life.

    I think it’s the most difficult path to follow where we accept our friends~ as they are.  When we trust God to direct their lives, we do no longer; have to meddle in their affairs.  We help them in the areas where we know we can help them, and we leave the rest’ to those who are better qualified.  It would be arrogant to think I know what’s best for another.  It would be cruel for me not to offer my assistance when asked.  The teachings of Jesus asked me to be humble and try to understand people’s problems and help them.  Christianity tries its best not to be harsh.  Yet I sometimes fail to do what my faith requires.

    I’m not one percent convinced that we truly have free will.  We have free will over our attitude, but on our destiny through life, I believe that belongs to a higher power.  It is foolish for me to get upset or worry.  That will not change what is happening.  The best I can do is be honest and trust my convictions, and trust others.  I have been lied to, I have been used, and I have been betrayed yet I still see goodness.  I play, regardless of how much chaos and anarchy destroys my physical being.  It is not for others to comprehend and understand my agony.  It is a solitary moment when I stop to listen to ‘my soul cry.’  I have no shame in shedding tears over my loss.

    At what point does the person decide to quit?  And what humiliation can send me to my secret place?  And what treachery used against me shall destroy my trust?  Is that what Jesus asked while hanging from the cross?  He died for me.  He asked me to surrender my life in this world to attain eternal life in the next. Therefore, I do not fear the inflections that I must face.  I allow evil and hate and fear no resting place on my wary body.  I am too tired to be angry and resentful anymore.  I will seek guidance from wisdom and insight.  She has never betrayed her love for me.  She will direct me in the ways of love.

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

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