Twaz's Religion Section
This Month's Featured Post:
Two Special People
By Jingles
Dreaming in the dead of night, reality comes to life. For
six days straight I see this small innocent child wearing
nothing but an old tattered shirt soiled with dirt much too
large for his fragile little body, walk to the trash bin
that sits outside the old monestary, take out the leftovers
that the Nuns left behind, and shovel it in his mouth to
overcome his hunger, carry an old rusty pail to the green,
mossy river, for its the only water to splash across his
forlorn face and pour down his dry throat, sit on a small
stone on the waters edge and take off his cardboard shoes
and peel the skin from his blistered feet.
As the sun begins to set each day, this innocent child
sneaks out from behind a small door in the monestary, and
welcomes God into his prayers as he silently kneels before
the alter.
As bright lights flutter overhead representing heavenly
angels, I wonder how this child can put his trust in God
when he has been given such a place in life.
With guilt and shame on the seventh day, I follow this child
into the monestary and slowly kneel beside him and begin
pleading for God almighty to put me in this childs place and let
him have my life. As I begin to float above my praying body, my mind
entangles with flashes of this innocent child surrounded by fear,
weakness, heartache and sadness.
As God points me down to this innocent child who so eagerly
and happily prays before him, a graceous smile broadens
across his, tiny but pale face. Its then that I suddenly
realize there is a purpose for his place in life. God chose
this innocent child to lead this life. I look up to God, as
a graceous smile broadens across MY face. Everyday this
innocent child walks alone to find his food, walks alone to
the river to fill his rusty pail, and walks alone to the
monestary to pray, therefore having the courage to be
fearful. Everyday this innocent child eats leftover food
that he knows will be waiting so lamely for him, he drinks
from a green, mossy river to moisten his thirst, and he
walks with shoes made of cardboard; therefore he has the
strength to be weakened.
Everyday this innocent child peels
skin from his blistered feet, then prays to his God above,
therefore he has the love to endure heartache, everyday this innocent child pulls a smile onto his face while praying to his God above after enduring the fear, weakness,and heartache everyday; therefore he has the happiness to be sad. Thus putting his trust in god. This innocent chld shows me the courage to be fearful, the strength to be weak, the love to endure heartache and the happiness to be sad, therefore I put my trust in God.
