Eternally God's

Eternally God's

A Story by Rick Stassi
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The fallacy of free thinking, the soundness of absolute truth...

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...and what would a man profit in gaining the world? Sadly he will realize that material gain is equated to spiritual loss especially when the former is adhered to and covetously held close to one's heart. It is the loss of life to place focus on the things current. There is wisdom to be found differentiating between contrasting thought. Shallow and deep, infinite and finite.


What purpose is there holding on to grains of sand that only slip through our fingers. The inability for sand to coalesce is likened to our thoughts and our ways. The rigid and hardened fragments of our life with their resistance to bond into a tangible mass, translate into the visible path we walk. This walk is a display of the shallowness and temporal nature of a futile , fragmented, life.  Just as a path is walked in sure straightness by fixing our eyes on a point above the horizon, conversely, looking at our feet as we walk causes meandering steps. Thus is the fallacy and the dilemma of self-sustainability.

As much as the free-thinker believes in the infinite vision of our mind, he is really a blind man who is caged inside himself. With his bitter protest, he becomes more the fool as one man's clamoring nonsense will certainly drown out the whispers of eternal wisdom. Listen - there is truth in seeking a higher focal point. At the time when you decide this will be your path, listen ever more acutely. For settling on any god is short-sighted to resting on the one true God. Know Him, know about Him, and know why belief in God is rational. For as consciousness and submitting souls meet a welcoming God, a new reverence is born. In this reverence is wisdom and even as there are those who will say we are blind, the blindness is really the inability to understand His spirit upon the believer's heart. This is our way and it can only be known by a leap. A grace filled leap of faith.


The modern man in his finite idealism based on a contrived reality, cannot see the line that separates absolute thought from relative thought. One  choice we have is to allow our self to listen for His whisper from the span of eternity. Another, is to boorishly shout our foolish opinions creating a cacophonous din as billions of others, with their varying degrees of truth, also shout simultaneously. If nothing else the free-thinker should stop and listen to this for it is rational that opinions, no matter how astute, exude uniquely from each mind of all existence - most with a paltry amount of sense. They just do not coalesce into one basis for existence. They form a mass of invented and wishful hope based really on nothing except stubborn disagreement with the idea there is a God, or a stubborn refusal to seek Him. It is foolish, finite, and shallow thought.


There is a God who loves. He lays way the path to the infinite onto which we must walk upon. Tender and poetic is He. But, also, He is righteous. In His righteousness, it is misconstrued by some, that He is not good. Shallowness must be abandoned to overcome this misconstrued thought. Further and deeper, our self must be abandoned because it is a vessel that holds tools to chip at stone walls rather than move a mountain. View this as literal or figurative, it hardly matters. It is all in infinite perspective that eclipses the limited depth of what we possess without God. Claim the offer He has given. Come to Him and see eternity from within your heart. Therein exists truth in depth. We are eternally God's.

© 2014 Rick Stassi


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Rick Stassi
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I am a novice poet/writer. I am a lover of Jesus and have chosen to submit my entire being to the Lord through Him. I seek to convey love and joy through writings of my thoughts. more..

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