Once there was a young man. A handsome young man who had lost his parents during a fire accident when he was young. Now as a grown up, he made that choice to surrender his life to Jesus Christ. Oh the joy it brought him, the everlasting salvation that is prepared for him. He was happy...for a while...
His non-believing friends however didn't approve. They were unsure why he made such a choice. Being a new born, he had few roots that can keep him standing and that rejection hit him like a missile. "What the heck." he said to himself. "I'm still happy right? I don't need them as long as i have Jesus."
The questioning voice took over his heart as time passed and the voice of himself kept ringing in his head, "I'm still happy right?". 2 days later, he got fired from his job at work. He was a highly paid doctor in an atheist party and because he mentioned that he was saved, the boss dismissed him out immediately. No questions. No correspondence entered into.
Driving back home in his luxury car with many babes out there admiring his machine, he lustfully saw them while driving... then it seemed his body worked before his mind did as the car came to a screeching brake only to hit a kerb and smash into a tree.
He survived without a scratch fortunately dispite such a spectacular accident. That $50,000 Porche he bought was nothing more than a pile of junk. No savagable parts, nothing. Luckily the police let him off the hook giving him only a small warning since he was rich. When he got a ride back home, a friend called him on his phone threatening him with painful words and death threats.
Such fear had never come so deep into his spine before. The terror that his closest friends would come after him only because he made that one Choice.
On the way to church on Sunday, he was mugged. Beaten to the bone by his friends, he lost his credit card, money and expensive shoes. Crippled from the attack, he had regret what he had done on that Joyous day. In anger, he got up and stormed to the Church where he made his Choice.
Angry tears flowing down his red hot cheeks. As the empty Church presented itself before him. "I'm not happy now am I?" he said quietly to the 'non-existant' God. "SAY SOMETHING!" he cried out alone in the church hallway before letting his knees drop down to the ground in pure anguish. Sad tears coming out in crystal balls as he knelt down on the ground pouring out as hard as he could.
He was down for a few minutes letting his tears run dry. After he calmed down and got no answer, he got up and faced the wall next to him.
A picture frame revealed a black background and white words.
Hi
-God
Was what it said. The man almost found it funny to see how such silly beliefs can screw him up this badly and here is this usless picture frame saying 'Hi'.
Another picture frame on the next wall revealed a same style writing with the words:
If only you can see me the way I can see you.
-God
The man seemed to almost hear those words say it to him which brought him peace in his mind. He stopped crying for a while not before catching his attention to another frame a few meters away. In the same style writing it says:
I have big plans for you.
-God
A smile finally broke into his heart. His knees seemed to find strength to walk properly again. His breathing was no longer sobbing and he felt so intrigued at the message as he found the next and last frame behind him.
Trust me.
-God
Those white words seemed to make all the troubles disappear. But he still thought to himself, "Am I still happy? No friends, no family, no job, no money." He thought it sounded stupid but he put his trust in God that something will come up.
Before he left the Church, a woman walked in just about to get a bag she left in the church earlier. He caught his eye on her but it didn't feel like he was lusting anymore. It was a strange feeling to see this woman. She saw him walk out of the darkness and gave him a brilliant smile.
"Hi there." she said calmly ignoring his messy clothes. "Are you here to apply for a job?"
He was stunned. "Umm. Not really no."
"That's alright. There doesn't seem to be anyone here who wants to work. Would you like the horrible job of cleaning the floors and stacking chairs and making coffee?"
He didn't want to turn down an oppotunity. It certainly was better than no job so he was quickly accepted. He felt his talking a little different. He didn't want to flirt, swear or blaspheme. It felt like he was a new person now.
He worked on the Job for months and soon he married the woman in a strong relationship dedicating his life to Jesus. They live in a quiet home near the church with many other believers. Though he never wanted to become a pastor, he did apply for missionary work in the old town he used to live in. The friends that had once cursed his belief now ask questions. One of his orphan friends in particular seemed interested in making that choice.
A tragic incident occured a few weeks later while he was busy rehashing the church with new shipments of posters and pictures. Busy hanging them up, some of his atheist friends stormed in looking for blood. All 3 had hand guns. All 3 aimed at him and all 3 fired one shot. He took the bullets without a flinch as the 3 stormed out again.
Down on the floor once again, he felt his blood lifelessly flow on the floor. Bodily functions begin to cease and the cold feeling of death was upon him. But he said to himself "I am still happy..."
Be happy. Suffering is just part of the process. Joy is the product.
His non-believing friends however didn't approve. They were unsure why he made such a choice. Being a new born, he had few roots that can keep him standing and that rejection hit him like a missile. "What the heck." he said to himself. "I'm still happy right? I don't need them as long as i have Jesus."
The questioning voice took over his heart as time passed and the voice of himself kept ringing in his head, "I'm still happy right?". 2 days later, he got fired from his job at work. He was a highly paid doctor in an atheist party and because he mentioned that he was saved, the boss dismissed him out immediately. No questions. No correspondence entered into.
Driving back home in his luxury car with many babes out there admiring his machine, he lustfully saw them while driving... then it seemed his body worked before his mind did as the car came to a screeching brake only to hit a kerb and smash into a tree.
He survived without a scratch fortunately dispite such a spectacular accident. That $50,000 Porche he bought was nothing more than a pile of junk. No savagable parts, nothing. Luckily the police let him off the hook giving him only a small warning since he was rich. When he got a ride back home, a friend called him on his phone threatening him with painful words and death threats.
Such fear had never come so deep into his spine before. The terror that his closest friends would come after him only because he made that one Choice.
On the way to church on Sunday, he was mugged. Beaten to the bone by his friends, he lost his credit card, money and expensive shoes. Crippled from the attack, he had regret what he had done on that Joyous day. In anger, he got up and stormed to the Church where he made his Choice.
Angry tears flowing down his red hot cheeks. As the empty Church presented itself before him. "I'm not happy now am I?" he said quietly to the 'non-existant' God. "SAY SOMETHING!" he cried out alone in the church hallway before letting his knees drop down to the ground in pure anguish. Sad tears coming out in crystal balls as he knelt down on the ground pouring out as hard as he could.
He was down for a few minutes letting his tears run dry. After he calmed down and got no answer, he got up and faced the wall next to him.
A picture frame revealed a black background and white words.
Hi
-God
Was what it said. The man almost found it funny to see how such silly beliefs can screw him up this badly and here is this usless picture frame saying 'Hi'.
Another picture frame on the next wall revealed a same style writing with the words:
If only you can see me the way I can see you.
-God
The man seemed to almost hear those words say it to him which brought him peace in his mind. He stopped crying for a while not before catching his attention to another frame a few meters away. In the same style writing it says:
I have big plans for you.
-God
A smile finally broke into his heart. His knees seemed to find strength to walk properly again. His breathing was no longer sobbing and he felt so intrigued at the message as he found the next and last frame behind him.
Trust me.
-God
Those white words seemed to make all the troubles disappear. But he still thought to himself, "Am I still happy? No friends, no family, no job, no money." He thought it sounded stupid but he put his trust in God that something will come up.
Before he left the Church, a woman walked in just about to get a bag she left in the church earlier. He caught his eye on her but it didn't feel like he was lusting anymore. It was a strange feeling to see this woman. She saw him walk out of the darkness and gave him a brilliant smile.
"Hi there." she said calmly ignoring his messy clothes. "Are you here to apply for a job?"
He was stunned. "Umm. Not really no."
"That's alright. There doesn't seem to be anyone here who wants to work. Would you like the horrible job of cleaning the floors and stacking chairs and making coffee?"
He didn't want to turn down an oppotunity. It certainly was better than no job so he was quickly accepted. He felt his talking a little different. He didn't want to flirt, swear or blaspheme. It felt like he was a new person now.
He worked on the Job for months and soon he married the woman in a strong relationship dedicating his life to Jesus. They live in a quiet home near the church with many other believers. Though he never wanted to become a pastor, he did apply for missionary work in the old town he used to live in. The friends that had once cursed his belief now ask questions. One of his orphan friends in particular seemed interested in making that choice.
A tragic incident occured a few weeks later while he was busy rehashing the church with new shipments of posters and pictures. Busy hanging them up, some of his atheist friends stormed in looking for blood. All 3 had hand guns. All 3 aimed at him and all 3 fired one shot. He took the bullets without a flinch as the 3 stormed out again.
Down on the floor once again, he felt his blood lifelessly flow on the floor. Bodily functions begin to cease and the cold feeling of death was upon him. But he said to himself "I am still happy..."
Be happy. Suffering is just part of the process. Joy is the product.
