Back from the Dead (Online at least...)

Yup i am back from being lostinspace somewhere in the vast but not infinite reaches of my mind. Only God holds the record for having an infinite mind i think.... yes, anyways, just to pop a message here to let my readers (if indeed there are any =P) know that i am indeed still alive and havent being wrestled away to be with my maker. Ahem. Though that would be GOOD, for me and maybe for some others (!!!), i do intend to stay, for the time being anyways. This is coz i know there is some things that i need to do, and i have not made it through my entire journey yet.

Yes indeed i am on a journey. I am sure alot of you are also going through a journey of your own. Each of us walks a path, headed for some unseen destination, some of us hopeful, some of us wearied, some of us joyful, some of us want to die.

I see it as a great big desert, full of sand rippled by the fierce and roaring winds, sprawled out across the face of the earth beneath the faint lights of the stars. Apart from the shifting sands, nothing happens here that is new; it is a stagnant place, devoid of change, as it was when time began. Not even the light of the stars reach this place: darkness reigns supreme, thick and choking, as if like a dark cloak drawn over the whole landscape. Even as our minds' eyes fly across this vast expanse of emptyness, loneliness and helplessness consumes our souls. To traverse its barren, desolate face is akin to walking over an emotional, mental and physical drain.

Yet there exists amid this blank landscape one small place reserved as though separated. There at the edges of this place the desert sands hold no dominion, giving way to long swaying grass and Trees growing as high as the tall towers of Babylon. Here the quiet, gentle waters of a vast Oasis sustains life; there is seldom a day that goes by here that is exactly the same as the preceding day. A Great King reigns over this paradise, and all within revere him.

Selah

Call it Eden, Canaan, the Promised Land, whatever you would like, but it does not change the fact that it is indeed the one and only place that anyone would want to be in. Mankind like dust motes arise in the sands, born into the still darkness of this vast desert, each blind like the other, at first tripping over each other, but after a while tripping over only on sand, as each wanders apart from the other, unable to see. Each has something within their hearts that tells them of better things, of the Oasis, and the Trees, but each remain unable to see. Each of them wanders and cry out, in self-pity, in anguish, in anger, but nothing they do can make them see, for the darkness is thick and there is no light. Some grow used to this desolation, while some remain in auguish.

Then came one who was sent by the Great King, to gather up these wretched people of the sands. And he holds a torch and upon a stallion of no small stature rode out at great speed even as the darkness grow ever more thicker, so thick as to make the light from the torch seem small and powerless from the distance. Yet as the King's messenger draw near, each person can see ever more clearly, and behold the glorious light that the torch indeed shines forth. He leads them back to whence he came, one by one.

Each of our journeys is like that i am sure. Once we were lost, but now we are found. Where once was only darkness, now there is a light that none of us can ever fathom and can ever live without. Praise the Lord. Even those of us born into Christian homes must confess that at times their lives can seem like this barren desert that has no name. No one is at the Oasis yet, no one has made it there yet. But indeed, we are all on a journey; we are being led there even now, even as we trip upon sand, or trip upon each other. And in this desert, nothing exists that can stop us from getting there except for ourselves.