Have you ever wondered what it could have been like—to wake up, and see the world we are now living in—for the very first time? I mean, just the very sound of me speaking the existence of such a question, is already making my head spin in circles, without a smidgen of an idea of when all that spinning ever, even began to unfold. And I am sure we can share each of our own personal experiences—with regards to how we may have, at least, stood as a witness—seeing someone else—as a baby, or else, someone else’s baby—as being born for the very first time, but none of us can ever claim to have had the very notion of waking up as one. For the mere thought of it—would already be far gone, and way passed the realm of impossibility. I bet, the very first answer any of you have ever gotten, will be almost the contradiction to it, repeating the saying, “how could we ever?” —After all, each of us was just babies then, and we simply did not, or still may not have the capacity, nor the right capability to dig the way that early onto, what I call, the— “In the beginning” part of our inner consciousness. Subconsciously, we have practically deemed those baby years, as simply lost to our understanding of them, and we essentially call those unfathomable missing—adventures, as a mere part of the grandest scheme of life’s very own mystery—Thun—Thun—Thun—Thaa—Dunn!

And as for the great majority of us—as it appears to me—might have also felt the same way, when trying to read for the very first time—the text of the Bible—as that could definitely be a rather challenging feat for anyone, and/or, for everyone else, as if “The Word” with which the Biblical text has been written in, has been oddly encoded through an entirely different language, (and I am imagining that whole sequence, in terms of a moving picture, having an “Indiana Jone’s”— kind of a vibe to it, or in picturing that even further into “the today’s age”—how a “baby—wannabe” hacker would pretty much try to reinvent the pixelation of that same image using the wrong keys—whereas “the keys” I am referring to here are multi—encrypted) And so, I see it in the same way, as how most of us will not be able to instantly comprehend the term, “Baby—Talk” or “Talking in tongue” when talking with an actual baby for the first time, and yet, I believe—spending more of our precious time with that baby, there will also come that determining moment, when the word “impossible” changes its meaning to something else that is slightly more than probable, and our way of understanding becomes more instinctively—like chasing a “lightbulb—moment,” inside every moment, peeking and choosing which to see, and when to see more of it, (like drowning inside the game of peek—a—boo with such a baby, you start to jump at the thought of surrendering all unnecessary inhibition—just to keep your head afloat above the clouds—drowning in this case becomes more like flying), and that can happen without you ever knowing there was even a light switch—existing anywhere, not even a hint about a certain someone, who may have already automatedly switched the switch, to consistently turn on—for us to be on the same rhythm, to suddenly, and to finally connect us to what every baby wants—at the very moment we start using the language of our own hearts. I thought that very thought was a little bit deeper than I may have room to anticipate, and so, digging further down those, I call the poetries of our beating heart—breathing too, becomes more like a work of art, that slowly, but surely becoming more adaptable to be drawn onto the same flow. And by using our mouths as a definable canvas to project those same words to life—by mirroring the enunciations of such baby—talk, “Da—da, dada, adadababa babadaba, yaya—oh ya, badada, good baby, good baby, now—say mama, mama, mamamayaya—mama-dada—arabada you’re a good baby—aren’t, ya? Of course —Ya—arrr—ayrnt yah—yah—yah! (as in “Yes, or “Alright then” and from within those passion—able, or fashionable moments, (as in you may start wearing your passion as a personal statement of the current fashion) and only then can we finally articulate the fruition of it all—in that, we are then more than able to measure what every babies idiosyncrasy, as if all that we ever needed was to find the right frequency to our own personal “Tell—a—vision” and to remotely control the rhythm of our hearts when the actual idea of finetuning the reception—would mean more than just entertainment to us, but like using a key to an already—opened door, and the key is all about seeing Jesus’ very own stretched—out arm—leading our eyes to uncover—all the unseen things, we could never see before.

And just like, looking back at that same game of “peek—a—boo,” and finding that proverbial happiness we have longed sought after in all our lives, could as well be found, just around every corner, and the moral point of that whole experience goes—could be about the adoption of a simple notion, similar to having the sense to be a little more obedient in seeking for God’s very quintessential light to turn our own switches on, inside an understanding—that God will not just give us all the happiness, we would ever want in a lifetime—all at once, but otherwise, that is something that we must constantly seek to find—inside every single step of the way. In the same way, how we can ask God for our provision, through our prayers, asking God to, “give us, this day, our daily bread,” as our petition to welcome God’s gift to us, that is more than sufficient to make that day, a treasure to treasure, and to let whatever becomes our tomorrow—be yet, another petition to feed to another, brand new, day, because the principle point must be set firmly on that building block, which would require constant conversation—feeding ourselves with His “Word.” The very Son of God has risen from out of the depths of death and our sin, and the sun rising every morning should be our reminder of how every day should be treasured as a sign of God’s grace towards us— “Let there be light” and Light has risen.

And so, wouldn’t it be fair to say, what could be one of the many reasons could possibly be—as to why we cannot recall, any, if not all those missing “baby—years,” could be, because, during the very determining moment of our birth, would have practically depended upon how we had to open such a gift, (I would not presume to answer that question for anyone else, but as for me, I might have opened mine with my eyes closed, and I am not referencing based on the physical facet of it alone) —as for us to be given the chance to be able to see the critical bulkiness of that universe, encircling the constellations of our past, reshaping the dawning of every present moments, as well as having that chance to redesign the same promises of our tomorrow’s seed, all that rolled together inside the branches of the same tree, prolifically abounding, and since we were still, just a “baby—seedling” back then, we might have simply could not consume them all as to contain them all, inside our tiny little space, and so, everything must have gotten repressed—while reaching for someone else’s stretched arm, to guide the process of our growth—Seed, time, and harvest.

And just as what Genesis has already framed to the big picture, employing how everything has been created “In the beginning,” when man was born for the very first time in Adam, (technically, although Adam was also still just a baby but was planted, inside the vessel of an already grown man’s body, and with an already fully developed mind, in a sense—but how did I arrive to figuring that in, was because of what the Bible has said, about God giving Adam work to do—naming every animal and so forth, and He did, and it was good, just not very good as God saw, he needed a helper—not just Eve, but eventually, all of us included) but there he was, seeing the complete creation of everything as being created all at once, and he was seeing all that, right in front of his eyes—considering how he was the seed to all of us, I thought there could be something there to sow our own seed of understanding. I am betting on seeing the experience, he had at his birth as not quite the same as what each of us has had, and there are a lot of things as well as a lot of time to meditate from there. After considering what Adam have seen when he first opened his eyes, in his—baby—self, and so I thought, there could also be a chance we too might have been given the same privilege to be able to see the same creation, through our itsy—bitsy—tiny, baby eyes. But then again, just as I was barely about to finish saying it, it also occurred to me how our eyes have always been consistent in size, aside from where it comes to the dimension, we have always had the same eyes to see with—hmm!

I may have spoken a little too loudly, or a tad bit too loosely, or nitpicking at the tiniest fragments of things—here, but I tend to look at those things as something to be considered inside the ultimate conversation. And I am not exactly sure why, but as I have been meditating over this “particular” thought, I have also kept hearing this verse, sort of coming alive inside my head, saying, “Blessed are those who have not seen, and yet believe,” and I want so much to see what that verse is telling me to believe in. I, then reconfigured for that to happen—it can only do so, once we each become “born again,” as being born again is also the very same key to seeing the open door to our seeing—seeing everything through the Spiritual perspective.

Not all facts are automatically true, but the absolute truth will always be the foundational fact—we can only be born just once in our lifetime, and I see that as it has been precast, in God’s hand, as in—that very choice was all in God, (as the full product of His purest nature—hence the term—God loved us first) but because of sin, which also happened to enter the equation of our creation, corrupted our original setting, by default and so, that left a big hole of a space for us to fill again—as to be born again, this time, to recast what God has chosen to give us, as to be our chance to put to work our freewill to be the determining factor, for us to be born again inside the same conversation. And that becomes the foundational ground of our relationship with Him. God loved us first, and for us to choose to be born again through His love for us, becomes our way of answering His love—by resting on His way of loving. Isn’t the general purpose of sowing a seed, has been planted at the promise, (Covenant) of what could be the fulfillment of it, to what becomes the very fruit of it? Jesus stretched His arms while saying “It is finished” (The past tense happening in the present tense—it is why that present is a gift—we already have it, some just never had the chance to see it, to be able to open it)

And as a rule of thumb to sowing goes, I will say it again, we can only be born just one time, but to actually experience seeing how that could be—as to actually see, seeing the world we were born in for the very first time, will be like the articulation of the punchline to a joke, (Okay, I am in no way trying to interject the meaning of this whole thing as a joke, but I am just saying, it all comes down to the actualization of the renewing of our minds. There has to be a sort of an awakening that would be involved in seeing the answer to some of life’s more serious matters, and that means we must learn how to open something more than just our eyes to see with, even if the only objective was to get a little bitsy chance to smile a little—a simple smile too can be a seed that can brighten the entire world, for that light to be what opens the gift for that present moment) It boils down to how anyone of us could adapt onto each of our unconventional way of sowing that seed, inside the promise of getting the most enjoyable conversation we can ever have as seedlings, growing inside the process (Seed—Time—and Harvest)

I am also, somewhat, hoping that you too would be able to get past my peculiar way of thinking things, as to some extent, what others might, just as well, take as a joke, which might not even be all that funny, or too nonsensical, and to consider just throwing them away as simply rubbish. I just want to say, I could also have my own method of delivering an acceptable alternative to the punchline. Who knows—I might even get you to laugh with me, instead of at me. I can admit this much, it does not always work as I plan them to work, you know because, I am not a comedian, but I do enjoy the idea of building something out of a thin air, when the invisible things become the most real thing, like a smile, even if it is all for the sake of supplying a tiny bit of pleasure. Am I, being particularly leaning all that—on pride, that could be considered a risk, but otherwise, there are times when I rather enjoy expressing my independence. It is just part of those annoying forces of my old habits, that I have yet found a good grasp to control—or to lessen to a minimum—to even imagine the day, when it will no longer be applicable. At the same time, that has always, also been a very sensitive matter for me, because there is also the general misconception, that somehow if one, or if I, choose to do my responsible duty to my Christian faith, for example, or chooses to walk the narrower path, compare to a more commercialized roomier parameter—there are some people who would often think of that as if I am limiting the very bandwidth of my own free will, as to live as simpler lifestyle, and I believe, that is pretty much a far miss from the actual truth of it all. I believe that seeing more of the road ahead does not always mean, one must then cross every road he or she sees, but all about meditating to see a much wider view of everything, with regards to which road deserves the ultimate priority—everything else then becomes secondary, or even unnecessary at best. And just as I have pointed you to those many superfluous roads—it also seemed as if, I may have just detoured you out of the flow of the initial topic at hand, and so, I would like to digress here for a moment, to stress the fact—about me, trying to get back on—line, (flirting with the frequency aspect of our connection, using the “can you hear me now?” old—phone commercial joke)

To talk about seeing the world for the very first time—Hmm! I could only imagine just as far as to presume to see how that moment must, or should, at least, be something to be celebrated on an unquantifiable level, and yet, as has always been the case that I know of—what all babies have done, celebrating their birth was to only cry about it. And I can’t help but say, hmm! That sort of put my curious mind on an overdrive—again, thinking about all those missing link and missing years, not to mention, all those time we already spent talking about “babytalk,”—made me think that maybe, us as babies, and to add the fact, we might have truly, had already known the whole truth about the secret of the universe, as well as all the other unimaginable factors—maybe the reason we cry, was because of an entirely different motive altogether, that maybe, just maybe, we came from somewhere else that was much—much better, or bigger, or vaster, than this world could ever be, and being born onto this one may have all seemed more like a downgrade of a sort, (As somewhat too close to compare to falling out of the glory of God’s kind of a receptivity, with which I also admit, as it being a wrong way of remarking a gift of any sort from God—but I am simply throwing that caution to the wind just for the sake of a visual metaphor) I mean, I probably would cry my heart’s out as well if I already knew everything, and then every time I speak, no one would, or could even understand a single word that has been coming out of my mouth—that is pretty much a tearjerker, already; for how can a tiny little cup catch every single drop of the rain that has been coming down from the vast space of the universal heaven—the question becomes about sight vs faith? (“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish so that it yields seed for the Sower and bread for the eater. So is My word that goes out from My mouth: It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it” Isaiah 55:9-11)

Speaking of jokes, one of the funniest things I’ve found about life was, life virtually has no general meaning. As in life, from within, and by itself—is a living organism all on its own, free—flowing from within its own light source, (as in—in its own life resources—procreating)—reproducing itself through the same likeness of the same luminosity, and it is up to each of us to determine, as to be our interpretable inclusion to it—as to what life could be to us, in its factual outcome. There was a famous “saying” trying to polarize life as simply, an “illusion”—and how what we see is what we will only get out from it, and the only problem was, we will not always get what we see—because life is only a product of our illusions, but that is not what the Bible said. The Bible said, what God said, “Let the be light” and there was Light, and when the Light came, He came bearing the Truth—that knowing God, opens the door to the true meaning of life. According to what Jesus said to His disciples in Luke 12:22—23, “Do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing” What does that verse truly mean to say to us? The bottom line of what I have come to believe was, life has never been exclusively about us, or up to our own standard of it, as to view life from within the material structure of our earthy view. We live in a fallen world, and if we only listen to what the worldview has been pushing to say, then we are bound to fall with our fallen world. Matthew 6:33 comes to mind, saying, “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you” I suppose that means, we must put God’s interest first before we even begin toying with the word ownership of our own lives, for, after all, it was His signature who pen the written stimulus of our DNA.

Why do babies cry? —I suppose one has to look at it from a baby’s point of view to answer that, but since I, for one, am no longer one, and since, I have also been exposed too much, to all the other contradictory voices, I was forced to hear from the world, I would have to simply put all that aside—inside a closed parenthesis, with a handwritten post scripted note saying, “Best left it to life’s many mysteries to revealed themselves at another time,” as to which we all were obligatory to accept, to question at a later date with fate, at the crossroad—that too, is a process that must begin from a different stand to walking it. The seed still must be sown at the same time, but as for the way, that is not up to us to measure.

Perhaps, all it takes is but one single leap of faith; that even though that could only be assessed through a tiny—itsy—bitsy grain of a “tell—a—scope” of it, the road view that can then open for us to see, could be a rather very wide one, (And I am not suggesting to point at the road as what would be a wide one, but at the scope, we can accommodate unto mastering our patients, and how we can stretch its arm to fit into the suit, Jesus has measured to fit in us) And how that should give us enough of a leverage to put into the experience, as to meditate onward, to one of the most complicated questions, we all could possibly ask, “Are we even asking the right question? —The choice, of course, remains up to the individual, alone, to answer correctly, because even though there is only one definable crossroad to cross that road, we each have been given our own individual path to sow that seed unto each of our own hearts.

Now to consider any journey that can exist inside each question we open, the manner in how we could outwardly try to find a tangible answer to hold from each one, would be comparable to how a kid would open a gift, under a lighted tree, or next to a lighted candle on top of a cake. There must be a sense of urgency to occur in meeting to fulfill a much greater—inner expectation, and I could always count on the sowing of its fundamental root—thinking—there must be a seed somewhere because I was too insecure as a kid to believe, I could have anything I want, and I could not think to dream those dream alone, I also needed a lift, or maybe even just a light to lit the fire—that’s been burning to be set free from the inner side of me. And there will always be two sides to every story, on one side is where the testimony of our own past—aching to be opened again—in the present, and so, allow me to share with you a short story.

When I was young, someone handed me a gift—it was a Bible, and the person who handed it to me was my father—

Him giving me that gift on behalf of my Godfather, whom I never ever got the chance to meeting, face—to—face. I felt conflicted. I mean, I was happy getting a gift, that’s a given. I treasured that gift because it came from my father, but I didn’t quite see the full value of it because, I didn’t really know anything about the one who wanted that for me, and it was not like, I had this aching hunger to read any book—I was just a kid, and all that I have ever thought about, back then, I can pretty much sum that up into three categories; what to play, when to play, and how much I should spend the time in doing so, not to mention, how that Bible itself was written in the language which I didn’t even have the capacity to read. The moral point of that story was, I had a gift, which I felt had that sentimental feel to it—I knew it was valuable, but I just could not put my mind as to what extent to reach out to it, I didn’t have the right passion for it. Why? —because, even though I already knew it was mine, I have always had it in my possession, but I never really had that urgency of wanting to open those pages to give life to them as if each page has a gift to give to me too, not for the lack of trying, and I can also tell you how I have always had the same curious mind, even way back then and so, it wasn’t like I wasn’t interested, or anything like that, but I just never saw that gift for what it truly was.

Imagine holding a very unusual piece of paper in your hand, scribbled with a lot of various markings of things you do not, or could not understand, to then—only find out later that it was actually—a map, and that map was carrying the location of the greatest treasure, the world has never ever yet seen—the likeness of. The map was already in your hands, you own it—it’s all yours, you were just way too ignorant to decipher what you had. And no one knows exactly the time, but there will eventually come a time when you will find yourself standing at a crossroads—you will be thinking about, the many days in the past, when those treasures that you already had in your hand could have done so much to spare you a lot of unnecessary griefs, and stresses, and voids. You were already rich but there you are, only remembering the grand scale of your past life’s regrets—living in the opposite spectrum of your promised inheritance.

Now, here is the other side of the story. We all have the same map, entrenched in our hands, while the astronomical narrative of all our lives, no matter how celestially diverse each of them may have seemed to differ from one another’s universe, if we were to connect them all together, (like connecting all the dots and all the star of the firmaments) tracing them alongside with the “Son” rising at the very center of everything to fit in “His-Story”—(both histories unified once more inside the same Genesis), what we get is the greatest story that has never been told, and yet that is only the beginning or the “In the beginning” of the truth—we all have always been a journeyman, and women of the pages of the same book, written inside the same story, sown from the same seed—“Let there be light,” when the Bible said, “In the beginning was the Word, (The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit, were all present in the beginning, as one God—bodily/omnisciently deity/Spirit—full, that was the Word) “and the Word was with God,” (Jesus was with the Father as the promised Immanuel; His Father’s Son—meaning—God with us) “and the Word was God,” (Jesus was the Word manifested onto flesh—sent to take away the sin of the world). “All things were made through Him, and without Him, nothing was made that was made”, (even from the very beginning—Jesus was the great “I AM” to us, inside the promise of the future us)

To spiritualize the other side of my own story. Here is how I now see it, as a grown—up, opening the same gift—God the Father, gave me a gift, (The gift pointed me to His Son, Jesus of whom one of His favorite apostles—John, (as John so declared himself) associated Jesus to be all about Love in 1 John 4:16) and so, I woke up treasuring that gift for the simple fact of how I already knew, how much He loves me and how He loved me first, for a very long time, even before the very notion of my existence has ever even came to the consideration as part of the original seed, or sown, or sworn through a covenantal commitment. I am not even going to tell you about the first time experienced my own birth—day, per se—a part of it is because that would be too immeasurable to hold for me to tell—meaning—I have nothing substantial to tell. I will just tell you about the spiritual aspect of it. “My-Father-God”, as in me, thinking of Him as my “God—Father,” He gave me that gift, not necessarily on my “particular” birthday, but under the grace period of His begotten Son’s timetable. Jesus paved the road to my crossroad, and He invited me in, to see where He was staying. And so, as my story goes, it took me a very long time to realize my true calling in life. Prior to that day, all I have done listened in on many other voices that the end of all those roads, only took me back to the same place I started from, with my hand, holding the “dead—end” of my rope, but fortunately for me, I was blessed to be reminded of the gift that I have always had, and found out—God has never stopped loving me, never stopped calling for me, while me on the other hand, didn’t have the right faith to be able to understand.

One day I prayed and made a very important call. I dialed the first number that came to my mind—Psalm 911—as I said, I was at the end of my rope, hence, I considered that as an emergency call. As it happened, the rope was not exactly as I thought it was—it was not actually a rope that I was holding to save my own life, but a line that I must first cross to get to the other side, and this line was a very thin one at that, it was nearly invisible for my eyes to see, and when it came up to me saving my own life, my lifeline was never ever supposed to be in my hand, but was nailed onto someone else’s shoulder. The moment I realized it was when I suddenly heard a train that was coming, only it came as a whisper, like a still small voice, and you know how when I first heard of the whole idea about faith, and how faith comes by hearing, and even if it was just as soft as a silent breeze, (That wind blew, and I didn’t know where it came from or where it is going, but all I knew to do was, I had to come and follow Him—John 3:8) I could only think to compare it to a tiny grain of seed—meaning—I had to sow it in, somehow, and that was when I saw what I was hoping to see, as the substance I needed to walk inside that same faith—in the faith of Jesus. It wasn’t my faith it was all His—He was the one who measured and authored it in my life, while the rest was all about me resting on His Word—Shalom, “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid” and so the end of my story met the beginning of the end of the line—which Jesus stretched and made a bridge out of it, with His own arms to fit me inside the righteousness of His Everlasting.

To go back to the question, have you ever wondered what it could have been like—to wake up, and seeing the world we are now living in—for the very first time? We do not have to wonder, for we can just as easily make that happen by making a simple choice—to be born again through the Son of God. We just must let the past be the past, (The Old Testament; serves as our teacher) and concentrate on becoming a new creation, (As a New Testament for the student to grow up to be an ambassador) opening the present as a gift. To be baptized through Christ is the only way the Holy Spirit gets to dwell in us, and for us to walk with Him. It was the time when I finally got the chance to get to know my “God—Father” through the guidance of His Son—Jesus, who was the true bread of my life, and the supplier of my birthday cake, and as for the candle, He was also the Light which lighted my path—as my personal provider, and with regards to me blowing the candle, was followed by a birthday song (With the Holy Spirit as my witness, “It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me)

It is funny how serious everything seems to become once we get to the point of seeing the absolute meaning of anything. Again, please do not misinterpret what I had just said, as if I am making a joke out of something that I find to be of the gravest matter, (For someone who was absolutely amazing died on our behalf, so for us to arise from out of our voids, and no one should ever take that for granted) I don’t know about you, but based on my personal experience, I find it so naturally easy to remember the things that make me laugh, I found it so inspiring even, connecting to the memories that make me happy, and although not all jokes are born out of good intentions, or joking, in general, do tend to have a bad reputation for being an offensive weapon to attack someone else’s emotions, but it all depends on the intention of every individual. It is a lot like how guns work—for technically it is not the guns that kill people, but those people who use the gun for purpose of killing is what kills people, and if you were to think of it objectively, guns can also be used as protection, and for the preservation of life—there are two sides to every story.

I am not a comedian, but I do not think I have to be one to know how a joke could be considered successful. It is either the joke touches a nerve, or it touches the heart, and my aim objected is to get to where your heart is—hoping to tickle your funny bone, as I am curious to see if I can get a smile to arise like how the sun rises, from out of your face. A smile can be like a seed when cultivated in the right way, and with all the right intention, poof! A smile can turn into laughter, and laughter into a love song—it can spread like fireflies in the sky, and everything it touches—any plants, flowers, or trees—would have to bloom much earlier, shouting for joy.

To have uncovered me from the standpoint—as a new seed in faith, I found it so very necessary to be very conscious about the questions I have now come to implement cultivating my growing from, and for me to say that you may as well imagine me trying to be brave—climbing my very first mountain, blindfolded and to put in consideration how I have always been afraid of heights, in retrospect, not seeing my fear wallowing at firsthand was somewhat the helping—hand that I needed to see with. Because for someone like me who has that somewhat hectic mind, asking questions, was not just a bad hobby of mine, but more like I became a prisoner of a force of habit. I looked forward to it, but at the same time I also kind—of don’t, hence, do you see my dilemma? A great many of those questions, have a twin alter ego, asking myself, “Why am I even asking these questions in the first place”, which can also multiply to more questions to question later on, and so, and to say that my walk through faith has been nothing short of calling each step as a challenging climb would be an understatement, but I have to also overstate the fact—to have known now that I have the right faith, in knowing how that faith I will no longer walk alone, made me a conqueror of that fear. It is now just a matter of ingraining my faith in stone, (you know, a sort of the reverse of the Ten Commandment—instead of them written in stone, I only need to embrace them in my heart) I am still climbing, not necessarily the same mountain, but now every mountain seemed as if there are all the same, in that—with faith, I now have the power to move, or remove every each one, and that only made me realize how this is not just some joke where I only need to figure out what the punchline is. I must look to fight it head on, for me to cross that line with a punch, and the punch in this case is a cup of “Kool—aid drink” I am cool knowing I have the Holy Spirit aiding me.

My objective is to uncover how far I can walk my universe by learning to free myself to fly. My fear has pretty much held me back for quite a very long time now, and I knew what it was like to be called a chicken. The funny thing about chicken is they have wings with which they just do not know how to use and do you know what I now see, inside that analogy, about the wings—it sorts of fit my definition of faith as a mere matter of stretching the arms to my seeing the big revelation. And here is when a great question came with a lightbulb—Ting—ting—ting—ting—poof! “Why did the chicken cross the road?” That is such a great question to question, isn’t it, when the truth has practically spelled it all out, that is, if you and I are truly standing at the same crossroad—where the opposite way from fear is pointing at faith? Not just any ordinary faith but the faith of Jesus.

I suppose I already knew from the start; how I could not walk that road alone. I knew I had wings, I just never thought it could lead me to fly. The funny thing about having to open the gift of free will is as we often use that as our excuse to put into consideration if we even deserve to have the will to be free, or vice versa, and that is the whole point of life. It has always been up to us to choose, but the choice itself—has a much wider quantification unto measuring our will to fit into a divine testimony. “So that being justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life” (Titus 3:7) “To be specific, that the gentile, (Us) are fellow heirs and fellow members of the body, and fellow partakers of the promise in Christ Jesus through the gospel” (Eph. 3:6) “And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s descendants, heirs according to the promise” (Gal. 3:29) “Therefore you are no longer a slave, but a son; and if a son, then an heir through God” (Gal.4:7) “The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together” (Romans 8:16-17) Through our proclamation of the gospel, to be true to us, holds the key for us to see—life, from an entirely new perspective, and for the very first time—through a simple phrase, “Let there be light”

I can only do so much, and I have learned to understand how my capacity to do my responsibilities were never been indirectly ingrained based on my performance, no matter how good, or even how bad I get to do my part in the job, (resting is a hard job) or how I often fail to do so (“Often” is just my reciprocal way of trying to balance things—since I always fail, I felt that how I tried not to, every time, should at least, be accounted for something—wink—wink! “Freewill”) my failures do not in any way affect my right standing with God. How awesome is that? When I chose to be born-again, even though I didn’t know what all that initially meant, I may have understood a little bit of it now, that even though I know, I am an entirely new person (as in a new creation in Christ). Still, as for this moment while living in this world, at this early stage of everlasting, I, being a new creation and all that I can only—truly embrace my completeness inside my spiritual part (recognizing my three-part being body, soul, and spirit, and in correlation to me acknowledging how the Holy Spirit who now dwells in me, having that special relationship with my heart, allowed me to have that privilege) Still, I am not saying it cannot be reciprocated too in a tangible means, it would take a renewing of the mind to compound it onto my body—through my sowing of the Word of God in me.

There is always that thin line, we must push through on the way to it, and there will always be many bumps on the road. God never promised us a smooth ride on the way to the other side. Do you remember the boat; Jesus and His apostles journeyed from on their way to theirs? We cannot exactly call it a good ride, but it was way better than good, even beyond incredible, considering it through faith. The great big question to choose from here; while we are in the boat of our personal chaos amidst our darkness, can we now also recognize the great light that is now also already dwelling inside us, that although the journey can be a dangerous one, and it can be quite scary, that is not even a question to question, but we do not have to worry so much, because, with faith, we are not walking in our questioning of those things, alone now, we have Jesus who is always ready to guide us in every step of the way. (I did warn you it would be a long journey, and I did have a thought to stop rumbling on at a much earlier stance, but I could not resist the other thought of how it would be funny to just keep on writing without the second thought of ending it as that being my way of expressing how life too is everlasting once—seen from a newly born Christian—wouldn’t that be funny?)

Also, keep in mind what Hebrew 10:17 said, how once we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, God the Father will no longer remember our sins, because of His love for us, due to His great love for His Son. Since His son rested Himself in the place of our sins, all because the wage of sin is death, death became our number one subtractor, and that is the opposite of the “+” which is a new life in addition to an everlasting one, and that being our only way to cross over to the other side, and Jesus crossed that road, first, on behalf of every one of us. So, when it comes to our sins, God will only see His son, who is now living inside our new hearts.

As a born-again Christian, the nature of our fate has been shifted, from out of the left to the right way, from the wrong end of the spectrum, and to be infixed onto the rightful beginning, lifting us whenever we fall. At the same time, when we tend to waver from side to side, we must constantly take things to heart: to lean on Him to lead us to stand firm, back at the middle of the road where we belong, traveling onward to put things at heart, as to where the “Tree of Life” will also be standing at the central core of all of us.

The right question now becomes, “How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein? Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into His death?” Romans 6:2-3 As was said, the right question can open the right door. “And every man that hath this hope in him purified himself, even as he is pure.” To waver out of the line and onto the wrong question or if you do not even know that you have an enemy that’s been lurking behind our darkness, trying to distract us from the way, especially when we do not know anything about the war, or the battle—Hmmm! I am afraid, the outcome may have already been decided lost because you have already given access to the enemy to get to your body and soul. Any door in general goes both ways.

Romans 6:16 puts it this way, “Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servant ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death or of obedience unto righteousness?” It is to our advantage that Jesus calls us to follow Him because He is the only one that can show us the way and by us traveling the road He paved with His own sweat and blood, that is the “Way.” He pretty much spelled it out for us in Mark 12:30, saying along the line, “If you love me, you will love your neighbor, and if you love your neighbor, you are expressing your love for me” that should fundamentally set our new identity to travel in the right path, as for us to say, “Your Word, (O Lord) is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105.

Christianity is all about the personal relationship we get to build with Him. I can’t say it enough, the building aspect of it can be founded in every brick, He carried with His own hands, from every scripture we eat, from every prayer we let to sail outward through the breeze; there will always be a conversation to be had, for us to have a very fruitful endeavor.

“As He is so we in this world,” and so we must learn to see the world through His eyes.

Reminder: Please be advised that I believe our source's guide will always only be Our Father-God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and the Bible alone. Whatever I may have said here must be placed under a personal investigation through your own private conversation with God (The Bible). I am still a seed, a student who is trying to study and learn from the “Word,” the best I can, and I am only sharing what I have uncovered to find so far. The journey is a continuous conversation inside a personal relationship, and my objective is not to change your thinking in any matter, shape, or form, but only to maybe inspire you to rethink things. Traveling on the road of “Free—Will” the choice for that crossroad therein will always be yours to choose alone, with one exception, of course, you will never be alone. (FAITH: F=Find A=An I=In—road T=Through Him)

PS: Please feel free to leave a comment, or a simple “Hello fellow faith seeker” would be a great boost of inspiration to my Bible Study—I rather welcome them even more, and only if you agree with the message I am trying to pay—forwards, please do not hesitate to share this journey with other. After all—Faith never walks alone—Faith moves through the Love of God.