The petit blonde girl in front of me was struggling to keep her emotions in check "I'm going to cry and I don't want to cry because it's going to ruin my make up" she said. Little did she realise that I too, behind the camera, was also struggling to keep my composure. It had been an emotional day one way and another but now as we neared the end of the shoot and the realisation of what we had achieved was beginning to hit home we were both in danger of "losing it". Allow me to explain...
Having four visiting family members, the wife was very busy, so I offered to go to the store for her to get some needed items, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent, and Clorox. So off I went.
I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here."
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready." His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
It deepened the soul and stretched the heart – staring into that shimmering sea. Contained within walls of weather-polished stones, it was but a speck, when side-by-side with the world. But here, in the solitude of shady elms, it was a grand escape.
Sitting on that moss-covered rock, my skin would tingle as fragments of sunlight found their way through the branches above. The lily pads danced under my touch, their blossoms so soft and fragrant. Songbirds serenaded me – me, their sole audience.
Show forth the Praises of our king by Laboring for Truth.
This is trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance (and for this we labor and strive), that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all men, and especially of those who believe. (I Tim 4:9-10)
With my heart pounding in my throat and my adrenaline on supercharge, Icrawled out the door of the small Cessna airplane and balanced precariouslyon a small step. This was it, there was no going back. I spread my arms andlegs out into the arch position and let go.
NOW THERE'S A QUESTION, AND I DOUBT I'M THE ONLY ONE TO ASK IT, OR WONDER UPON IT.
I have to let you know up front I'm a Christian. I almost hate using that term because now days the very word is associated with hypocrites. I don't want to be considered a hypocrite but the truth is, I'm a sinner. Not close to perfect in anyway, and although I want to do what's right, I fail time and time again. That's why I need Jesus. It's only through Him I have any hope at all in reaching heaven.