Allegory chapter 4 – The reasons why

The reasons why

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve [Wise King] and mammon.” Mat_6:24

But thou, O man of [Wise King], flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.”

1 Timothy 6:11

“What’s the hurry, Uncertain One?” her mother asked. Blessed gem reached over to turn off the phonograph. But before she could, it quit, and the lights flickered off. “Oh, I see. Another storm starting. I hope it doesn’t bring a tornado! Well, no use trying to sew now. Though it is the middle of the day, I need good light, for my eyes are a bit dim, and it’s dark outside as well as in here! I’ll finish this later. Uncertain One, do you have anything on your mind? We can talk in the dark, at least!”

“Yes, yes, that would be fine.” Uncertain One settled down on the davenport for the chat. “Guessing you won’t mind, darling, I want to say a little about Pure.” Blessed Gem smiled. “Of course, Momma. We all know that it is indeed my biggest decision at hand. Let your words flow!”

“Okay then, dear. Now, I do think you are beginning to understand the importance of a love for Pure. Yet, I wish to relate to you a parable.” “Okay, Mom.”

“All right. There was once a girl who wanted to try her hand at bread-making. But she wasn’t sure just how to proceed, having no recipe or instructor. So she tried, with the ingredients she thought best. Well, she tried multiple times, with this and that; different combinations. But I tell you what, honey, she failed terribly each and every time! Oh, It was bad. She tried so very hard too. So, at last, she contacted an experienced Baker, and asked her to come to watch, to give tips. We’ll call the girl Baker A, the Experienced one being Baker B. Baker B. quickly noticed the problem. Out of sheer ignorance, Baker A. had left out flour!

“Mom! Flour? Who would do that?!” Uncertain was quite surprised.

“Uncertain One, we are all ignorant at times down here in this earth. Unlike those heavenly. But let me point out the lesson. Number one: If Baker A. had asked for help or an opinion earlier, she could have saved time, stress, and resources. Which, thankfully, you are doing. Keep it up, ask us anything please. Number two, just like flour in bread, you must have love in a relationship for it to last OR be happy. It IS of core importance!”

Uncertain was very thoughtful. “Mom”, she said: “That makes sense. You’re right. It would be just as crazy, just as ridiculous, to leave love out of my marriage to Pure, as it would be to leave flour out of a bread recipe. Actually, maybe even crazier!!”

“If He let me marry Him without a love for Him, I would not last long. We would no last long. Though He loves me as much as He ever could, even then, if I did not love Him, the relationship could not… well, would not work. If I did not truly love Him, Mom, I could end up cheating Him, leaving, lying about Him… it could end awfully, and it would all be because of me! Love is the tying bond. What else could hold me to Him? A marriage without love is an ocean with no water!” Uncertain One had to gasp for breath at this point.

Even though the power was out, her heart was growing light. We leave her there, thinking.

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Our lives have meaning – a poem –

We sit
We think
We cry
We smile
We help
We hurt
We wave
We sigh
And we die

What is the meaning? What’s really real?

Everything has meaning. That girl you smiled at and she simply glanced away? She was going to commit suicide. But then you smiled. She didn’t know how to respond, surprised you might really care. But you saved her life. That dog you saw get hit, that you kissed before it slipped away. It felt your love. Love for the first time in it’s meager little life of sorrow and hunger. Your touch was not in vain.
Listen, you never know the extent of your impact. But Yah does, and He knows your desire to help. Hear this: He sees your secret compassionate tears for your country, your heartbreak for the homeless, your utter joy in that child’s smile.

So smile.

God formed you and molds you. Our each heartbreak He feels and heals. He’s coming again.

So smile.

Passion + Compassion – A poem –

Passion + Compassion – A poem –

By Yah’s girl on 4/28/2020

Some hide away behind closed doors.
Some hide away behind clean masks.
But I do not hide. I do not cringe.
I have compassion and passion.
I do not want my neighbor to suffer.
I do not want my neighbor to fear.

Some hide away behind many fears.
Some hide away from their past and tears.
But I won’t hide. I will face it head-on.
I have passion and compassion.
I want us all to be free entirely.
I want us all to be joyful and new.

Some hide away behind church steeples.
Some hide away, scared of all people.
But I will not hide. I will not fear.
I have passion, compassion, and courage.
I want us all to live anew.
I want us all to push on and push through.