Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The tragedies.

A tragedy comes, such as the V-Tech shootings. People scream and cry and curse God and ask why He could allow such a thing to happen. They raise all kinds of questions: how could the school allow this to happen, do we need to change our gun laws, why did no one notice something wrong with the guy? They show support: they buy hats and shirts and ribbons, they make posters and paint their cars. And then we forget. We let the status quo take over again. Everything goes back to normal.

The war in Iraq came along. People said "No! We shouldn't be there, bring them home!" People said "That's right, send in the troops and show those people what's what!" Then we forgot. The troops are still over there giving their lives every day, and we forget about them. People go on with their lives as if nothing matters except what's in their own little bubble.

What kind of world do we live in where people can simply forget about such atrocities? Sure we talk about it for a couple weeks, shake our fists and say "Someone should do something about that." Then we forget, let the status quo take over again, and everything goes back to normal.

We live in a world that is slowly becoming desensitized to everything that goes on around us. Soldiers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan, massacres in Darfur, murders on our own streets, and no one seems to care. Gas prices make the news more often than rape and murder. Sports dominate the American mind so much that we forget about our troops. We work to sate our own insatiable lusts for money while families starve right down the street.

What kind of world have we made for ourselves?

What kind of world are we making for our children?

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

.44 Magnum, A Poem and a Question Posed

A six-shot revolver,
Was placed to his head,
With rounds of caliber high.
Life flashes fast,
As the trigger is pulled,
For the end of that life is nigh.

Life's naught but fleeting,
A moment in time,
But granted eternal import.
A decision made poor,
Or one not made at all,
Will forever cement your remorse.

To where will you go,
When that fell hammer drops,
To where does your soul set it's path?
Judgment before you,
Second chance not afforded,
What say you is what He will ask.

Everyone in life is faced with a question: "Where will I go after I die?" Is there an afterlife, reincarnation, or is it all just over? A question pared with the previous is this: if there is an afterlife - a Heaven and Hell we shall say - to where do I want to go and how will i get there? Life is the longest thing anyone does, but as the poem suggests, it's often not as long as we expect it to be.

When you lift your eyes and gaze at the future that lies before you, where do you see yourself? Where will death carry you, Heaven or Hell? Through the decisions I have made in my life I know my path is one set towards Heaven. But what of you? Perhaps it may be the time for you to take a step back and lift your gaze to meet that of your end and make a decision as to where it is that you would like to spend your eternity. Life can be compared to a game of Russian Roulette. Every morning you wake up you mae your decisions and spin the chamber; you never know just what will happen. Life comes at you hard, but death is unforgiving of mistakes.

Where will you stand?