My vision flashes from color to blackness.
My mind races, pictures wheel, and voices yell.
I toss and turn, shivering as sweat pours down my face.
My head swells as the pressure builds, pain throbbing…throbbing.
Events flash with vague familiarity; I’ve been there before.
I hear three voices, each a different persona of my being.
Their shouts make my throbbing pain worse.
“Remember how you handled this in the past?”
One voice declares.
“It didn’t fail you then and nothing’s changed.”
With a past I largely can’t remember, I don’t understand.
I’ve never experienced this before
Though my mind constantly tells me I have.
I recall places I’ve never been
And forget what happened yesterday.
One of the three voices I can’t afford to hear.
It speaks only of death and its greedy desires.
It plots openly the destruction of its host.
Virus-like, yet killed long ago
It just doesn’t seem to ever let go.
The third speaks righteousness to me, soft words of truth
If I take heed, it promises life and preservation.
“I will rid you of the virus and its deeds.
All I ask in return is a life without religious adultery.”
Yet too often, I just listen to the first voice.
JA Menter
Faith is taking seriously what God obligated Himself to do, to take you from where you are to where He wants you to be.
Too true. I find myself in the same sort of place–too busy or too tired to sort through the voices or to seek God, I turn instead to habit, letting it guide my life. But, as we discussed in Sunday School today (you weren’t there…) from Colossians 1–I will be praying for all of us 20S “that we may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; that we may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power.”