It's a very tricky thing. Life I mean. It is riddled with those beautiful cascaded mountain-top experiences and than the inevitable pesky deep valley trenches that just seem too much to bear somtimes.
I was walking through a village, nestled in the valley of a small German town about 3 years ago and had seen a bit of what life is all about.
The brownish hue of melting moss had covered this one-bedroom clay house that was barely recognizable by the owner himself. The village life was somewhat similar to the monastic order of the 15th century. Somehow, time had slipped back and so did the lives of those who dwelt in this dark gloomy town. Once a month, the dwellers would come together for the town meeting and instead of dealing with the town concerns and business which wasn't much at all, they seemed to deviate time and time again to a place in their minds when the town was a boistrous lively place. Where excitement was one of the known characteristics to the towns and cities beyond this seascape town. They wanted it to return. They wanted the moments where life had seemed to be what it was meant to be. They wanted to go back to the beginning. When the moss was nothing but something read about in a ten-page science book. They didn't know much at that time, the time when moss didn't cover things. They focused on life and living it with passion. The life abundantly. Now that years have come and gone, their knowledge is the very thing that has slowed them down. But, no matter how much they want the beginning, these dwellers just sit and talk until the moss advances and hides more of this clay. One day when things are better they may just come to their senses that life is more than just desire. I hope they do. This village never knew me, and I never knew it, but it was this village experience that changed my life.
THEME: I wanted to present this story as someone who had experienced the small life of a village dying. And yes, some elements are very easy to pick out, but we must realize that we are the frail little clay houses sitting about, talking about having a close relationship with God while all the while that our sin and sinful lifestyle still rules our existence. We can want to be close to our creator, who was also the owner who couldn't make out his own creation. We have been far too gone. Time, Apathy, and Lack of Determination are at fault, which is our very own fault. We can reminisce about life when we became Christians and everything was fresh and new or we can life as a hungry people who have never stopped being in need of saviour. We think since we're saved, we don't have a need a for our saviour. We get ourselves into all kinds of messes, trust me, we still need Jesus to save us. We have a choice we can let the valley's rules or we can let Jesus rule us, either way we still need our saviour.
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