Life is kinda like stumbling around in dark marketplace. You can't see where you came from, and you don't know what's around the turn ahead. The merchants of ideas and those around you are cloaked in darkness. Though you may see a faint light glinter off their teeth, you cannot read what their eyes say.
From all directions you can hear the calls of the merchants, each a new idea or opinion, all blurred into one large murmur, amplified by cultural relativism and the information super highway. Amongst the chatter, I heard truth call out. Though other voices tried to raise themselves above the call of truth, I was able to hear the message.
"Repent! The Kingdom of Heaven is near!"
Intrigued, I followed the truth's voice, blocked a few times by often condescending or cold remarks from those who wish to hide it. Some try to sound like the voice that calls, forcing one to stop and think if this is indeed the true path. To this day I continue to follow truth's ellusive call, trusting it to lead me out of the darkness.
Still on the trail, your brother, 039. Be careful out there.
From all directions you can hear the calls of the merchants, each a new idea or opinion, all blurred into one large murmur, amplified by cultural relativism and the information super highway. Amongst the chatter, I heard truth call out. Though other voices tried to raise themselves above the call of truth, I was able to hear the message.
"Repent! The Kingdom of Heaven is near!"
Intrigued, I followed the truth's voice, blocked a few times by often condescending or cold remarks from those who wish to hide it. Some try to sound like the voice that calls, forcing one to stop and think if this is indeed the true path. To this day I continue to follow truth's ellusive call, trusting it to lead me out of the darkness.
Still on the trail, your brother, 039. Be careful out there.
