I Think Everything We Do, On One

My Journey Is So Similar To Everyone Elses Journey, Because We All Are Human. We All Have Been Defeated By The Powers Of Darkness, And We All Find Redemption In The Light Of Christ.

The Sun Began To Set Behind Bethlehem And The Beams Were Breaking Through Some White And Gray Clouds. There Was A Slight And Beautiful Chill From The Autumn Air. I Gave Thanks For That Beautiful Day And For The Fact That The Sun Does Not Know Palestinian From Israeli, Christian From Muslim Or Jew, And Asian From American Or African, And I Asked Myself: If The Sun Shines On All Of Us As One, How Much More Does The Sun's Creator See And Love Us All As One?

Keep Your Words. This Pain Is No Life." "you Only Feel Pain Because You're Alive, Boy!" The Keeper Thundered. "this Is The Mystery Of It. Life Is Lived On The Ragged Edge Of The Cliff. Fall Off And You Might Die, But Run From It And You Are Already Dead!

And He Wants You To Keep That At The Front Of Your Mind? He Wants You To Stay Focused On The Darkest Seasons Of Your Life? How Could That Possibly Do Any Good?' . . . He Wants You To Remember Who Delivered You From That Time. That's The Point Of Holding On To Memory: Delivery, Not Darkness.

Once Born Into Childlike Faith, Brimming With Belief, Typical People Begin To Lose Their Faith. Society Mocks Them. Their Friends Smirk. They Come To Change The World, But Over Time The World Changes Them. Soon They Forget Who They Were; They Forget The Faith They Once Had. Then One Day Someone Tells Them The Truth, But They Don’t Want To Go Back, Because They’re Comfortable In Their New Skin. Being A Stranger In This World Is Never Easy.