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Thursday, May 3

FATHER, call me

Could I forsake this unbearable life. I shall sigh and weep no more. I shall carve my life unreservedly. I shall write lines in free prose, generously. Why? Be uninhibited by the restraints and burdens of faith! The demands to always do the right thing, and never been given the right to be wrong. I desire pleasure. I abhor the debate of what is deemed fit, and not. Loathe and to forget the tautness of right and wrong. What little men have deemed right, and dedicated to the divine. I have never been fitting in this prison. I have never been suiting. In this garden I have not borned with fruit. I persisted with only thorns. The wild years without Christianity have been lost and wasted. Losing and wasting more years, again, would I mind a bit, would it matter at all. To close my eyes to the truth and untangle myself from the bind in my chaotic heart. I could not. It is not me who chooses to be a Christian. Rant and rave in rebellion. My wildness grows and it distorts. Hear YOU call me, child. Could I again, FATHER?

Labels: Christian Living, Prayer

posted by Graciana@Home at 6:13 am

The search for pleasure has been there for as long as there have been animals (including humans). it is the breeding ground of many mischief, e.g. drugs, drink, etc. However if one seeks life, my answer cannot be other than to seek truth which is truly truth, something that is alive. not some dry or dead knowledge, bandied around and debated most by those who have not seen it in its vitality, nor experienced the life.

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