When you look at me, you see the stereotype of the world. You know what and who the world says I am. Your old eyes cannot discern my spirit, the soul that lives within me. The smog-filled air around has blackened your eyes; for now.
With old eyes, I looked at you; I saw the shame of society. I walked by, unconcerned and unsympathetic — I didn’t care. I could not see the spirit within you, that soul that shone with fervour, crying out. That smog-filled air blackened my eyes — I couldn’t see.
When we both heard of God, we scoffed — we were too busy with life. He was fake; he was a lie; he was there to control. The television, religion and our neighbours all testified to this. Oh, how persuasive to be accepted can be. To be taken into the fold of the many and not be left out in the cold abyss of loneliness; so we go along willingly — eagerly with the crowd.
Now, I look at you again with new eyes. I see a person swallowed up by the world and left to die; swallowed by the lies of the world. I see a beautiful spirit being slain, drowned by the wicked waters all around. My heart now overflows with pain and my tongue, anew, speaks only with love.
Now, look at me again — look with new eyes. I want you to see a servant of the Most High God and not the person whom you were told I was. See the spirit within me that shines through because of his mercy and his love. See the nature of my soul, that you may see the life of the one I serve.
Now, look at the God of heaven. Now your eyes are opened, and the smog has cleared. Understand that they lied about him also. When you cry, he hears. When you search with the same pain as the desire that you cried, you will find him. He hears the prayers of the righteous — those who are ready to honour his name; his truth; his laws.
The world is a lie, but he is real. He cannot be found in the Church, on the TV, within books, within the many religious or secular institutions. You see if he could be found there, then the world would not hate you. They would lift you up and not walk pass. If the world scoffs at you and scoffs at God, then the world hates you and hates God. The world and God are not the same. Why do you listen to the world and not God when the world treats you and God the same?
They hate him with a passion, but only a few will find the narrow path. He will change your life, but you cannot be like this world. It will be tough to stand for truth — for God, in this world. It requires you to trust that when you walk in his name — righteousness, he will clear the path. And he will! Just look at me whom you once stereotyped. I am his testament.
I am fierce as the lion within me and gentle as the dove that has softened my heart. I am wise, but only through him. The world hates you, and the world hates him. The world loved you when you walked with it but threw you away when you departed. It was not unconditional but self-serving.
Love the master who loves you, walk with the master who guides you, stay with the master who picks you up when you stumble and honour the master who will honour and open the windows of heaven.
Your time is now.