The Void

Said the man that had no hope...

A man who hated the earth he was born on.

A man who longed for more.

A man who looked to the stars.

Searching and probing, picking and proding he looked.

arriving on a planet that had our appearence.

Beared our water.

Flowed with our air.

Stepping on that lonely planet with the upmost confidence.

Sure that what he will find would be what he needed.

the answer...

What he found was nothing.

Vacancy

The void

The very thing that plagues the nothing plauged that planet.

But as he looked far away into the vastness of space.

He saw his home.

Flowing with his memories of hate and suffering, yet bursting with the oppurtunity.

But on this day he could not reach out and touch it.

Or swim in its water.

Or play in its sand.

All he could do was bathe in the sun of nothingness

as his already fading hope faded away.

The Foggy Road

Oh how clouded this is...

As I watch men and women falling down backwards speaking in tongues.

Saying words that have no meaning.

Prophesying events that will never happen.

I feel like a man walking amongst a foggy road.

Trying to find what everyone is talk about.

All I hear is the people clamoring about this Jesus.

A man who saved them and loved them.

Cared for them not hated them.

On a foggy meadow I call out in my confusion.

And instead of following my understanding.

Or go by what I "feel"

I place my hand on the wall to my right.

The very wall everyone had so clinged to in the beginning.

And I walk by it.

Never letting go or walking away.

And at the end of my journey.

I will find him

alone and without anyone...

Isolation

I feel alone...

Not in the spacious sense but in the emotional sense. 

In a school like this, I believe it normal to feel a bit isolated. 

A man can think very hard when he's been alone with his thoughts for this long. 

Mind you I don't need a girlfriend.

I think that would only impede my mission.

And although it would be good, I have a focused purpose.

I need to become academically, and knowledgable of all things school. 

Mainly so I can do what I want to do with my life,

That being To proclaim the name of Jesus Christ all over this world.

All over... 

Fisherman Prologue (few scenes)

It was about Noon when Luke arrived at the house. It was round and etched into the side of a cave. Clearly not a place fit for any human. Luke could of almost sweared the entire house would come collapse in seconds under the harsh winds but he continued to walk foward. The weather was bizzare in this part of the world it was almost as if everything in the world was keeping him from meeting this man. He looked through the windows but couldn't see a soul. He was frustrated. All his leads pointed to this place, the last peice of a puzzle he's been putting together for 3 years now was now seemingly gone. In denial Luke looks again but sees no one. Taking out his interview documentation he looks for the explicit location that was suprisingly wrong.

Luke had no where to go this time of night. An inn was too far off and it was already getting late. Luke yelled at himself for being so confident of this lead. And at that momment Luke accepted that the entire project was a waste of time.

He looked around for a place to sleep. The only descent places to sleep was under a small table used for gutting fish, or a old boat tied to a wood pillar. Luke placed his hands on the old wood of the boat feeling its every crack and flaw. Sighing he took out his cloth and placed it on the boat. hewa sabout ready to sleep when a words broke the silence.

"You there!"

Luke turned around cautionsly and saw him who he so desired to meet.

"Oh thank God," said Luke under his breath. "My name is Luke, I've come long and far to meet you sir."

The shadows that shrouded Peter were broken from the moonlight and Luke could finally see his face.

"You...are Peter aren't you?"

"Yes." Said Peter. "But what do you want and how did you find me?"

"I'm here to interview you. I've been writing a documentation, and I was wondering if you could give me some first hand accounts of your experience with Jesus of Nazereth...sir."

The Blind

Why can't they see?

Why can't they feel the very God they believe touch their hearts and shatter it to a million shards.

Why does the pride that cover their eyes crumble under the light of your truthful word.

Why doesn't the voice coming out of the wilderness cause them to fall prostrate before you?

Oh Lord...

I do not understand.

None will. Not in our states of inferiority.

Only in those last days when you make your power known.

When the moon dries up, and every tree fall, then they will listen.

Then they will hear, but it will not be the voice I heard...

Not words of Love but words of destruction towards the wicked.

All those who have looked God in the face and spat will be punished in ways this universe have never known.

True pain and suffering will echo throughout the halls of history.

When the blind will be judged for their transgressions.

And the seeing rewarded for their faithfulness.

Every tongue will praise your name.

 In every crevice of the earth you created there will be a voice.

A choice of complete submission

But that Is not what the most high has asked.

"Lord! Can you not see the cathedrals of beauty we have risen up in your name! The power we have accumulated by proclaiming your word!

But the Lord will turn around staring into their beeing like a light in the darkness.

"Depart from me. Men of iniquity..."



For all will be judged...

Destiny

I don't understand...

I'm so confused yet so focused on my purpose. When I met Christ a few months a go my heart was freed from senseless thought, and I met the one who I needed to meet. I learned and studied the faith I know to be true and in just a few weeks challenged the thoughts of my peers. And I am no boastful person filled with pride and contempt, and I do not know the will of God but I know beyond a shadow of the smallest doubt what I have to do.

My love for Christ and his words have driven me to think about going to places I've never imagined. And I do not care If I have to live off small rations and sleep in the rain, but I know that I will preach God's words in the darkest and coldest places of this world. Where all they know is death and Sacrifice I will be there. Where all they have been taught is hate and contempt I will be there. And where the name Yeshua has never been spoken and proclaimed I will be there dying for them. I will spend hours with the diseased telling them of the good news that they need to know. And even if my final breath in this world is a word of encouragement I will proclaim it, declare it till my throat shrivels up and rots in the deepest darkest hole of this earth.

I swear that my love for Christ will not stop here where his words are hollow...

but where his name is gold....

Heads up for my future self...

I love Blogger. I think its great and something that I'm going to be attached to for a while. Not the social aspect of the website but more the idea that everything I'm writing is easily accessible and can be saved very simply. So for the span of a year or even more time I will be writing a book that I plan on writing for myself more then to share with other people. The book will be called The Fisherman. The will be a first person account of Peter and how he met Christ. The opening will consist of Luke interviewing Peter for his Gospel and how he reminisces about all the experience he has had about his short time with the Son of God. So each Chapter, intro, epilogue will be pieced together in the end to reveal a great book that I plan on publishing.

Thank you.