Chopped Thought

This is just a little piece of random writing I found in one of my old notebooks. Thought is was appropriate to share in spite of all the festivities.

While Christmas makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside (believe me, this is my favorite time of year), it is also important, if you call yourself a Child of God, to remember the humbling cause for having the holiday and vacation time at all.

We forget that being on top of our decorations, cookies, gifts, sales, and yearly greeting cards/letters for others is not the point. It is not even a close resemblance to the reason for celebration on the twenty-fifth of the month. Try the cross. Or the blood. Or even a box full of coal. Those are actually more on track.

I hate when people ask me whether I have done all my shopping yet! Not to spoil any parties, but technically, we should not even HAVE the opportunity to be merry much less get silly gifts for...what? Being alive? Being "good?"

The only present I will be shopping for this Christmas is a thankful heart to the One Who allowed me to even have a time of joy with my loved-ones in December...much less the rest of the year.

"Broken Scale"

Honesty is rare.

Let every man face his truth, his moment of freedom.

To say what he is.

And to say what he is not.

To need an answer to his questions,

And no one tell him hush.

He is a little bit of everything.

He is a little of himself.

And a little of others.

He is a little of harmony and rhythm,

Of places beyond his mind,

Of love and hate,

Of deep dark fears that keep him from his rest,

And of victories and mistakes.

Somewhere along life, his crossroad is planted.

And then another,

And another,

And another,

And forever while there is blood splashing through his body,

Another crossroad will always come.

So man, one day, must make a choice.

That is his ache.

Choice.

He wonders why,

Wanting to make his own fate.

Wanting to not choose a side.

Bad is an image of good.

Twisted, maybe, but still glowing with a kind of beauty.

Bad has such honest meaning.

Self.

All want more.

Bad is good, in chaos and excess.

It is an overload of its own glory.

It is a slight void and an unsatisfied love. 

Man is not afraid of bad

Because God will never completely destroy it.

It roams the world.

He orders it.

Controls it.

He will lock it away forever,

Separate it from good.

Bad will always be here, but will not always be near.

Its enticement to men will end.

When man is no longer alive in his flesh and brain,

Will he still exist?

Is there a soul inside him?

What is a soul?

Is it energy?

Balance?

Yes, perhaps balance is a soul.

Shifting balance.

Is God that perfect balance?

Maybe God is just everything and exactly what He needs to be,

At the accurate and the most climatic point He should be.

He is an Artist.

Patient.

Detailed.

Perfect.

Expressing all He is in one single stroke.

Man drives himself mad trying to be perfect.

He betrays himself until he is lost,

And alone.

He fools himself thinking goodness is the key.

Man is the key.

The failure inside man is the key.

Man's soul is the key

Because man's soul is a trying balance,

Seeking only one thing.

How to finally be good again.