Sometimes she found herself looking around at what they had to show for all the long centuries of their lives.
They had the clothing that they wore and the uniforms that came when they needed the battle-cloth to protect their skin. They had no shoes save when they were needed as well, but there was nothing else to their names. They had learned to read by watching through windows and around trees before they perfected their ability to fade from sight. They had learned their maths the same way. Eventually, in the more recent years, libraries had been opened across the width and breadth of the planet where anyone could enter and make use of things within. They were unable to take things out, lacking a proper home address to do so, but they were also able to find a place to fade from sight and spend the night.
They know things that have long been forgotten. Some things that they know were never known by enough to be noticed when they were forgotten and still other things they know simply because they were as curious as the rest of the world for knowledge. To them, knowledge is a kind of wealth that you can accumulate as much as you want as long as you are able to remember it all straight. There have been many throughout their lives that have said they are richer than Mayan kings of old or the Egyptian pharaohs at their greatest or even than the warlords who lay plunder to the world over.
But they have no friends, no family or purpose to their lives and that, more than anything else, is what makes them feel poor.
We are always told that everything has a price. And you know what? That’s true. Nothing is free, nothing is without a cost. Christ paid the ultimate price for His love for us. no, i’m not talking about just His death. I’m talking about the anguish, the darkness and the loneliness He felt (must have felt) the night before He was taken. Even with His price that has already been paid, there is something that we must give in order to receive His mercy.
As I said before, nothing is free.
But what He asks in return is only our sins, only those things that hurt us. (shakes head at self) If it were just that simple. Our sins, in a way, have come to define us. We have allowed them to take a central role in our lives. Letting go of them is not easy, nor does it seem to be a one-time thing. It is something that we will need to do many times throughout our lives.
I say need because it is not something that many want to do. We hold onto them, clinging with all our might, keeping them close to our hearts. After all, if you have chosen something to represent who you are, have made it a part of yourself, do you want to let it go?
My life has never been so wild
Not since I was a little child.
When life seemed so carefree
And everyone around me was mild.
But so anymore,
Life now sometimes is a chore.
I wonder when this became me
And when I became such a bore.
Not all days seem like this;
I’m glad or else I know I’d miss
The joy and laughter that is all around
And never leaves me in a mist.
My life has come real far
From when I could not drive a car,
I know that there is more in store
And that leaves me happiness that cannot mar.