Time

The other day, I saw this poem called The Meaning of Time, and it really made me think.



The Meaning of Time

To understand the meaning of one year Ask a student who was failed his exam

To understand the meaning of one month Ask a mother who was given birth to a pre-mature baby

To understand the meaning of one week Ask an editor of weekly magazine

To understand the meaning of one day Ask a daily wage labor

To understand the meaning of one hour Ask a girl who was waiting for her boy

To understand the meaning of one minute Ask a person who has missed the train

To understand the meaning of one second Ask a person who has survived an accident

To understand the meaning of one milli-second Ask a sprinter who has won a silver medal in the Olympics


Guys, our lives are so short. And something else to think about, is that no one is promised tomorrow. Jesus could come back tonight. I want to live like today is my last day on this earth. When Jesus returns, I want Him to say, "Well done my good and faithful servant." Matthew 24:44 says "So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." It's kind of like if your parents go out for the night, and they give you a list of instructions of things to do before they return home, but they don't tell you when they will come back. I would probably be one of those that gets distracted and ends up watching TV instead doing their chores. And how utterly humiliating would it be if Jesus came back, and found you like that?



I like the song "Sleeping In" by Nevertheless
The chorus goes like:

And its got me sleeping in

Everyday God, its the same thing

Yeah, you caught me sleeping in

I'm still hiding, I'm still waiting

I need you here with me to face the world outside

'Cause I'm tired of sleeping in


I don't want God to catch me "sleeping in". I don't want to hide away my whole life, too scared to go out of my comfort zone.

I also like this line from the song "Activate" by Stellar Kart. "You'll never start a revolution in your sleep." That is so true. I don't want to say that I want to change, to grow in my faith, and do nothing about it. I don't want to be all talk.


Lord,

Help me to follow through. Help me apply what I learn to my life. I don't want to waste any more time. I want to live for You NOW, not when I'm on my deathbed, or wait until You come back. Help me to not get stuck in the worldly routine. Give me the desire to follow you whole-heartedly.


Amen



-Mallory

Starving Souls

I see dead people everywhere.


I see their starving souls, continually trying to quench their thirst for satisfaction.

Emotional satisfaction.

Love.

Hope.

The scary thing?

They don't know they're dead.



I was dead once too.

Then I was revived.

Revived spiritually.

Saved.



These people, they look just like you and me.

But inside their souls cry out.

In agony.

They think to themselves.

"There must be something more than this."



The gift.

Jesus.

He saved me.

He saved you.

On the cross He died.

Pain.

Suffering.

Blood.

Tears.

All so we can have life.

Life with Him.



This news is so good.

So extremely good.

We should be ready to burst with excitement to tell about our Lord.

Why do we keep it to ourselves?

Why don't we tell these suffering people about this gift?

This free gift.

Because we are selfish.

We have reputations, that we don't want to give up.

We care about our "status" so much that we pay no attention to other people's spiritual welfare.

And in the end, what will matter more?

What will you put on the top of your list?

The choice is up to you.

And me.



What choice will you make?



- Mallory

A Runner's Prayer

So, this is a little silly poem that I wrote today, to express my feelings about my first track meet tomorrow. ;P




A Runner's Prayer

Lord, we have a meet today, and I know I've only just woke up.

But my nerves have already started, even as I pray.

Only You can get me through this day.

Lord, now I'm on the bus, on the way to the meet.

Listening to people sing about you on my ipod comforts me.

Only Your name gives me peace.

Lord, now the race is coming up, but all I can hear is my pounding heart.

Help me to trust in You.

Only You can calm my heart.

Lord, as I'm walking to the starting line, my legs begin to shake.

My blocks are set, and so are my feet.

Only You can get me through this meet.

Lord, I know the race is starting soon, for I see the guy with the gun.

I listen closely for him to say " runners on your marks."

Only You can help me as I start.

Lord, by this time I am set, and I'm waiting for the "go."

The suspense is dreadful, but I know that I can do all things because you strengthen me.

Only You can help me finish, even if I don't finish wonderfully.



- Mallory

The Line

This is another short story that I wrote today :).

The Line

For years there has been this line dividing the land. 

Fear.  We are in fear of crossing.  Crossing the line.  Crossing not just with our legs, but

with our hearts, minds, and souls.  Fear of being different.  Fear of not being like

everyone else.  Fear of standing out.  Fear of losing normality. 

What is normal?  Is normal doing what everyone else does? Is what everyone else does

normal?  Is there even such a thing as normal? Why do we all want to be alike, when

we all were made so differently?

The fear is greater still.  The fear of getting laughed at is so great, that we go out of our

way to be "normal." Who decides what normal is?  Why are we so afraid?  Do we care

what people think about us so much, that we will destroy our uniqueness?

The World.  It is full of sin, hatred, and people who strive their whole lives only to earn

what will not last.  Being normal.  Is it worth the work?  It's like working your whole life

for an ice cream cone that will melt as soon as the clouds go away, and the Son returns.

One day, everyone stood at the line.  Kids were making it a joke, saying, "Hey, who

wants to cross the line? I sure don't.  We have much more fun over here.  Anyone who

crosses the line is a loser.  Everyone knows that."

The kids laughed at the joke.  I laughed, not because it was funny, but because

everyone else laughed at it.  I was caught up in the normality as well.  My best friend

was sitting beside me.  I immediately stopped laughing when I saw his face.  He had a

unusually determined look.  I heard him whisper, "Lord, give me the strength," under his

breath.  He then took his arms, and began to pulI himself across the ground. All the

joking and talking ceased as everyone watched him drag his limp body across that line.

No one could believe that he crossed it.  Not one person had crossed that line in years.  

You could hardly tell that the line was there anymore, for it had been overgrown with

weeds, thorn bushes, and trash.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions of all kinds.  I didn't know what to think.  I

was so proud to be the friend of someone who had the guts to cross that line.  But at the

same time, I was humbled to my knees.  Why hadn't I crossed the line with him? Why is

it that all of us healthy people were to afraid to cross, and someone who couldn't even

walk, had more strength?

While I was kneeling on the ground, in tears, everyone else had burst out in laughter,

thinking that this was some kind of joke.  I was infuriated.  How could they do this? 

It was at that point that I looked across the line.  I saw my friend on the other side flash

me one of his famous smiles.  I closed my eyes, took one step, and before I knew it, I

had crossed that line as well.  The word normal no longer existed in my vocabulary.