A man's life.

What is a man's life if he has nothing else to live for. What is a man's life if he has no direction. What is a man's life if all he knows is what he sees. What is a man's life if when he dies he will always be remembered as a man who never lived. What is a man's life when he surrounds himself in his environment, those things which can only keep him down that he never looked up see to the Light.

The Immutability of God.

Speaking of God, we assumed that He had learned His lesson.  After all we are living in a new age movement as His ways still remain old fashioned.  And since we are living in New Age with new thoughts, ways and ideas. Why then does He remain immutable? Has He not watched any kind of shows on television lately? Read the latest newspaper?  Heard the latest music?  Why doesn't He change then?  It is said that He knew the end from the beginning. He must didn't learn anything new when He looked at the television or the morning papers. The newscasters must've not told Him anything surprising.

Strange Characters by a strange Author

Man or beast each move the same,  some run, some walk, some crawl and some jump depending on the circumstances. These four movements have their own consequences. When you run you can hit the wall,  walk but where to?  Back and forth a person can move aimlessly, crawl but for how long?  Jump but how high? 
Then noted that we are like characters in the book with names, personality,  preferences,  and a book written by an author.  Man is the character ,  the book is the earth.  But who is this Author that writes all these stories with these strange characters in the book?

Behind the crossroad

He is on the run for his life,  eager to relinquish the life that entangled him. He has fallen into many temptations, Numerous charges awaits him and soon on his way to the jail house.

Rehabilitated and now fit for society, he is soon on his way out from the jailhouse. The world so different, fights his way back into the system.  A log- jam. He is on his way to becoming an outcast, wonders about...

Comes to a crossroad,  either on his way to the jailhouse or on his way to stay out, decides to do neither. He takes his own life.

Bright light appears,  God appears,   God shows him lots of steps, each with his own footprints. He then speaks,  "fallen man, oh fallen man, I was with you in all these steps, couldn't you have called my Name?"

Man under the sun

A man loyal to the cause who planned about his future with more persistent and assurity. Convinced that he will sit comfortably til the end with considerable enthusiasm, he is never to missed a moment.
With self- motivating belief that he will eventually reach to the pinnacle, senses expectation with astonishing accuracy. Broken promises, suddenly his little world collapse. Hope shattered, the panic.   More of him is gone but not entirely.  He will live a day with better perspective, so he thought, telling himself a lie,  but more broken promises after another as he found no green pasture: all but a mirage. The death of a dream. The death of a statesman. The only remains of a man is the life that was gone. A quiet but firm voice out of nowhere, whispers "there is hope, I am your hope. He looks beyond the sun, sees new life, new discoveries- eternity awaits him. Jesus.    

Sexual Misconception

Take away the traditional part and replace it with the hip culture. Attack on modesty using cultural trends to breed the man.   Direct his desires to find something unreal,  wrong desires mixed with love and obedience - colored desires to draw him from marriage entirely. Meantime while he is in marriage, provide an adulterer emotion.  A flavor like the animal kingdom while at the same time he is hating what he is becoming.  Create a made in hell marriage using sexuality for his undoing. Use what he is given for procreation, corrupt it and used it against him. Build on this wrong desires with all kinds of flavor but leave out the substance of marriage. Give him just the taste of marriage but not the realism of it.

Meditation: Screwtape Letters by C.S Lewis.

Man's Program

He is a scorner of the century,  brash and boastful -a man of ill repute. A man though he knows about God, because God had made Himself known to him, yet resists. As God sets the stage for repentance,  places him with familiar people , places, with songs and with the beauty of His majesty all around him, yet he forsakes and resist the Force.  He doubts and reasons with God, a high road of destruction. When answers couldn't satisfy he rejects God altogether while his heart begins to harden. God is still reaching out,  but man drifts further apart. Man is found only in a glimmer, an empty room full of false hopes.  As the voice of God dimmers ,  he remains headstrong by his own convictions until gradually God is out of the scene. Man wonders about and finds his home in a pit where God can no longer hear him.

God's Program

A journey of a man who lived in places in what he regard as a life without limits. A junction that serves his own selfish needs. A place headlined as a point of no return, which by every man is deemed as despicably inhumane.  The street pigs that lay there can only vomit such a lowlife. There, he comes to a dead stop, meets God.  God reaches out to him, he resist. He goes back looking for love in the bosom of a perverted world.  This time the noise is louder and the earthquake more severe. God calls him out, he answers,  at least for a while, and then goes back to his lovers.  He is in love with his worthless idols, even as God destigmatizes him from them all.  More of the same, he falls,  God rescues.  God now takes away everything from him.  He can only depend on God or else nothing.

The laws of Undulation

Times goes on a tailspin the moment you blink an eye. One thing in life is  the ups and downs. One moment you are a young man, just haven't hit puberty, next moment you will see yourself again celebrating with a young woman on matrimony. You wll blink an eye to see the troubles of marriage, the responsibilities, compromise , and all the flaws that goes with living with someone. To blink an eye to see a day of celebration with friends, and friends of friends as a new baby is born.  The troubles of having baby,  the diaper changes, living in a shoe string budget, the late nights, and so forth.  To blink an eye, your promotion, is at hand, laughter and more laughter,  next you now have responsibilities that is stacked up to the ceiling, a new arrogant boss and grown men to babysit. You are either at the peak or at the valley , you are either crying or you are laughing, either joy or sadness. But one thing that remains constant is change.  You are always evolving to bad or worse,  to good or better.

The elites

He is an eloquent speaker, makes the impression as a leader amongst men. Shuns the past and foretells the future. With his wittiness he is regarded as a godsend who has implicated a way of life. He is surrounded by his liaisons who is at the beck and call of every word, loyal to the end, they match at every beat. They are to be the overlord of the newest recruits. Those helpless chap, the distressed, disillusioned, and dissatisfied ones, so will he lead to the same pit. Like a shrewd Butcher,  he will demand a penny for a slice of flesh, two for a pound , five for your entire soul. The nonconforming ones are hung by the noose- comply or be chastised. The bondage of Babylon, the backsliders pit stop.  But at the backdrop, the Hand of Hope still extends to those willing to escape.

Aimless Dance

The drummers have played his tune well. They have mastered the dancer's steps and, his moves and desires.  And with each sound, the dancer moves to the beat of  their tambourine.  He is to play the part and stay till the moon and stars give in . And when the moon and stars have long disappeared and no longer reveals  his heydays- the dim light slowly approaches. His youthful days are spent throughout the night with night blindness by the night crawlers, while in the morning and at noon his arms remain folded, his days filled with day dreams, living in his own imaginations.  When action time arrived, he turns into a maunder, an intracable, hyper critic who loves nothing but a day back at the same old place he was found.He is back at the same tune, back with the drummers, he dances away until his eulogy are read.