And so the Writer Writes

And so, I write. Not with beautiful pen and prose, but in frank honesty the truth of the scripture and narrow way. Some may be called to write large volumes expounding on subjects of great value, while others may write whimsical quotes, tidbits of encouragement. Yet I write on to express the inspiration of my heart and to learn inspiration from above.

My writings will never make it to the halls of famous poets or be found in the library of the learned. They may pass away in the dust of forgotten history, but the truth of which I write about will never pass away.

It may seem to some as idle tails, endless prattle, like a sermon preached over and over to an empty room. But perhaps the truth, the endless, timeless truth will reach someone who is hiding in that room.

I have concluded that writers can be a bit unique in their skill. They enjoy tying words together to make sentences which turn into paragraphs then into books. Books turn into bookshelves of books and those shelves turn into libraries. People go to these libraries seeking something interesting to read, or seeking answers to the questions of life they find themselves in. When people fill those libraries with fluff, empty words, they leave a person empty, hungry for more. However, when truth fills those shelves, and the seeking soul is fed, he leaves to return again for that which his soul longs for.

There are places for many types of writings, books, papers, poetry, and song. However, if they are void of truth they pass away and are gone, with little to no lasting value. But now truth is a different story. It will last, weather the storms of life and eternity, to enter into that which is perfect truth.

The simple truth about life is this: Man is born, he lives and he dies as he lives. He did not choose to enter this old world, he will not choose the circumstances he may face, but he can choose the destiny of his soul. There is a heaven where he can spend a wonderful, glorious afterlife, or there is a hell where there is pain and burning forever. One is a place of truth and the redeemed, and the other is a place of lies and torment. No one should have to go there, but alas many by not choosing anything, for sure not the truth, will enter that place. By a choice they did not make, they made the choice to do nothing, and deny the truth that there is something he could do and not go to that terrible place.

And so, I write about the simple truths, about living now in truth, and making it into the place of all truth, joy, and happiness when we leave this old world.

The choice is ours. What will it be?