I raised my gaze to the eyes of Jesus, remembering when last I was a the foot of the cross. I was at death's door, just crossed over back into life. Well, alive and breathing, but the flames of hell still lived in my body. I lived as best as I could, running and hiding from the flames and the fires, till one day I went to the house of the Lord, and there in the the gallery, I stood at the foot of the cross. I looked upon the face of Jesus, but it couldn't stay, my gaze drawing forth the flames of hell. Then I said to Jesus, here I am standing at the foot of your cross, unable to gaze at the crucifix before me. Won't you save me that I may truly live? Please save me, that I may truly live. There and then was my own miracle, at the foot of the cross, I was healed. I was able to raise my gaze, to look upon the face of my Lord, who saved my soul from the flames of hell. It was quiet, and in an instant, and that was the last I heard of it. Now, here in my living roo...
I remember the year I built a wall, the year I got fed up. It was a rollercoaster of a year, one that began without an inkling of all the storms that came with. A year I had enough, a year I struck back in kind, a year I lost control, a year I saw beyond the naive, a year I became a man, a year I did the petty like a child, a year I became wizened. Quite the year, of the highest of personal heights, the lowest of collective lows. A year I escalated some interpersonal conflict, and a year I pled for God's mercy, a year of chaos and stability. I built a wall to protect myself, to save myself from the syndrome of feeling used, small and embittered. A wall where I didn't always have to accommodate or play the bigger man in a game I didn't know or understand the rules. In difficult times, you're forced to shed your skin, unlock a version of you you didn't know existed. One which you play by your rules. Or maybe not yours particularly, but by the rules of an unexpected si...