I am the
center of the Universe. The world revolves around me. I am the master of my
destiny.
I awoke one morning to
find it raining. This was not a good thing as I had much planned for
this particular day. And so, I ordered the rain to stop, yet it continued on as
if I wasn't there. I raised my voice and demanded in no uncertain terms that the
rain stop. The rain continued on without a peep. It did not even take notice of
me or acknowledge my rant. It just kept raining. It did not look at me, or
explain why it was refusing to obey my orders. It just kept raining.
I finally accepted that
the rain would not stop so I arranged my day around this stubborn rain and did
other chores. As it turns out I repaired a water pipe that was about to break.
Had it not rained this water pipe would have damaged much in my home. Could it
be that the rain knew more than I? No, it can’t be so. It’s just water; it
can’t think; it has no intelligence. Is it then just a coincidence?
I awoke on yet another
morning and the sun was shining and it was hot. I had much to do on this day
and my work was in the garden. This is my garden, my home, my domain. I told
the sun to back off a little bit and allow the air to cool, but the sun did not
listen to me. I tried to stare the sun down, but the sun stared back and it
hurt my eyes; I had to look away.
I called for clouds to
cover the sun, but instead the clouds faded and vanished until there were only
blue skies. When I see these clouds again I will give them a piece of my mind,
they will surely understand who I am. At that moment, the sun then shone even
hotter than before as if to say, “Who are you?” I told the sun who I am; I
yelled to the sun, “I AM!” I could feel the temperature rise almost instantly
as if this sun was trying to tell me something. I gave in to this incorrigible
sun and instead went inside to rest.
In my home, my domain, my
world, I looked around miffed in apparent failure to control my surroundings.
How could this have happened? Where did I go wrong? How did I lose control?
As I sat in my self-pity
I began to feel oddly. The lights around me were fuzzy. I felt heavy, perhaps a
little out of breath, even a little weak. I tried to get to my car, it always
obeyed me, but I couldn’t find the strength. I called for help and soon there
were men and women in uniforms with red crosses on their shirts pounding on my
chest. What was happening to me, here in my domain, my world?
I awoke, and as I
contemplated my surroundings I realized that I am not the master of my destiny.
I understood that the world does not revolve around me. I now know that am not
the center of the universe.
But if not me, then who?
It can’t be the rain for the rain only comes around occasionally; it can’t be
the sun for the sun gives way to the clouds and the day gives way to the night.
The Universe is there, a wonder for all to see. The universe helps us tell time
and helps to keep us from getting lost. But it only helps; it does not have
power over us, and certainly not over me.
Perhaps I should create
something greater than I. I should call this higher power something, perhaps God
would do. It would have the power that goes beyond the senses. Perhaps I should
accept this God of mine as a higher power. But that would mean a power greater
than me, could this be possible?
Can I really create
something that is greater than me? Can I then follow the edicts of this God to
help control me? I would have to bow down to the power of this God and listen
to and live by the words of this Higher Power. What has this God of mine ever
done for me?
The rain kept me in my
home and I repaired a water pipe that saved many valuables, valuables precious
to me. The sun chased me into my cool home where I was close to my phone, this
saved my life. Could it be that this God of mine is already here? Could it be
that this God of mine directed the rain, the sun and the clouds to help me help
myself? Is this how a God works? Perhaps this higher power always was, is, and
always shall be. …………............................................
I shall call this higher power God, for I am, I am his.
By David E. Gonzales and The Holy Spirit-
Awesome write.
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