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STOP CREEPING
by Helen Murray Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. William Shakespeare: MacBeth, Act 5 Scene 5. Creeping, seeping, peeping, sleeping, What's the common factor through these 'eep' words deeming? Shakespeare calls them dusty and aligns them up with death. Our world calls it shadow but it chokes you out of breath. Churches cannot see them so they flout invisible. Jesus calls them idols yet they sound so plausible. Christians follow teachers in a roundabout way. Teachers crave disciples which determines what they say. But these are all poor players on a poorly structured stage. Their stage gives way. They tumble. They rise up in a rage. "Life has not been fair," they say, and "Where is God in that?" Did they ask Him in the first place? Did they call God up to chat? The churches have no answers. Now where do I go from here? Go right back to the Bible, Friend. The truth is written there. Check it yourself. It's relevant to eras far and near. Like natural laws it cannot change with fashion year to year. So do not mix the fashion in philosophies of life With Truth that stands forever among raging seas of strife. Counselling in modern terms can get you sympathy, But will it give you backbone for the next antipathy? Feminism needed to support the weaker staff, But now of our humanity it rejects one whole half! And money is too much an issue when it must be said That what is not of love is valueless to Christ our Head. Of all the thousands who are found in church each seventh day, How many can indeed discern the right and faithful way? How many put their lives on hold for truth and nothing less? How many first set out their plan and build their faith round this? Is there not one who will apply to God for his blueprint So s/he can play the part of power for treasure in Heaven's mint? The Spirit of Truth cannot be found where ideas pull such weight. He's somewhere else you don't suspect. Chase Him, and don't be late! Grandmother, teacher, bushlover, horse-lover, gardener, poet , stirrer and passionate person, especially about Jesus. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |