I did not understand the words of my Lord in His sermon on the mount.I cannot claim to have grasp the meaning in its entirety. "Not everyone... but he that does the will of my Father". If I have my way, I will build an empire in my field of study. I will be a mighty prince in the dynasty of science. I will run with my ideals into the future world of my own dreams. But should I build an edifice, ride on costly wheels and fold my arms at the expense of destinies? Do I pursue my earthly fantasies, earn fat pays while my neighbours near and far strole down the pathway to eternal darkness. Should I watch these people go into the fiery gehenna while I downplay their imminent, endless misery in a phony imagination. Do I have any reason to be inactive, lukewarm, and passionless while these beclouded ones for whom Christ died end up in an endless cycle of pain. It will only show how unloving I've been; how self-centered I really am. I run after the transitory; while that which is of eternal value is left unchased. I applaud, albeit unknowingly, the fading, and fold my arms for that which the Heavens applaud.
If I say to God in life: "Could you please let me be; have my own way; go my own way and do my own things; then I must be deaf to its echoe from eternity. I am afraid God will say to me in the after life: "mortal, in life you had your own way and went your own way; then continue your own way, away from me. I cannot further conteplate its dreadful implication - an eternal separation from the Author of life. This thought force me to pray, "Father, Your will be done and have your way Lord"
I have come to know that the life and purpose of every saved soul revolves round a rescue. I have an inspired thought written on scrolls, a volume yet unpublished. So many excuses I do give for not having it done; and I feel miserable for failing in my divive duty. A million souls and more are attached to my steps in the right direction.