The World and I

The world and I are not alike.

The world spins at the same pace, day after day after day. It never speeds up. It neither slows down. It remains constant, ever steady. I, on the other hand, am not constant. I can sit still no longer than a moment. I may run quickly but surely I will tire. I am fast and I am slow, but I am not steady.

The world and I are not alike.

The world is neatly divided. It has its Northern and Southern Hemispheres. It has its North and South Poles. It has an equator and lines of latitude and longitude that clearly separate and define. I, on the other hand, am not neatly divided. I am part boy and part man. I am one part strong and the other part weak. I am both proud and humble. I am one moment serious and the other giddy. But while the world is black and white, I am grey.

The world and I are not alike.

The world is dominated by the fittest. The weak are brushed aside to the fringes and stepped on while the strong succeed and survive. The world has no mercy on the lesser man. The world is unrelenting. I, on the other hand, am unfit. I would prefer not to step on the weak but rather to give them a hand. I would rather not be first, but actually last. Greed is something I try to avoid, and not collect. I am in favor of mercy, of forgiveness.

The world and I are not alike.

The world is a created place, a landscape. It is also a canvas, so to speak. The world is lived on by many people, and those creatures paint the earth, sometimes beautifully and sometimes with ugliness. I, on the other hand, am a created being, a person. I am also an artist, so to speak. Both the world and I are creations, but I am made in the image of the Creator. Therefore, I can also create. I am not painted on but I do the painting. I leave my mark on this world, in whichever way I choose to do so. It may be beautiful, and uplifting, and meaningful. Or it may not be. That is up to me.

The world and I are not alike.

The world is a temporary residence. It is finite. It will have an end. I, on the other hand, am not temporary. I have a soul, and that soul does not have an end. It is everlasting in its being. When the earth has long been dissolved, I will still be, in some other place. I will be alive and well, not because I deserve to be, but because it has been offered to me and I´ve accepted. The world ultimately ends in destruction, as will all who choose the world over their souls. The world, at its core, is wicked. But in my core, should you pry open my soul, dwells one we call the Holy Spirit. And he is the stamp of everlasting life, the seal of the Almighty God, and by his word I will not perish but have eternal life.

The world and I are not alike.

Are you?

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Glorify!

“Thump, thump,” goes the heart.

“Pat, pat, pat,” move the feet.

“Do, re, mi,” sings the voice.

But what should be of your soul?

“Swish, swoosh,” blows the wind.

“Crash,” and then “Shhhhh,” speak the waves.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp,” sing the birds.

But what should be of your spirit?

“Vroom, vroom,” roars the engine.

“Tick, tock,” clicks the clock.

“Beep, beep, beep,” sounds the alarm.

But what should be of your song?

The empty soul is hollow,

The distant spirit is silent,

The sound within is frightening,

For those who do not know…

The satisfied soul is joyful!

It sings at the top of its lungs,

It leaps and bounds, rejoicing,

The God-filled soul is alive!

The active spirit is a marvel!

It whispers in wisdom and peace,

It speaks in Psalms and hymns,

The lively spirit is a revelation!

The song from within is thunderous!

It sings and sings, never ceasing,

It’s joyous and sunny and wonderful,

The inner song is one of victory!

Each soul may choose its content.

Each spirit may invite its sound.

Each song is chosen by its singer.
Each life is lived by its given body.

So, the soul is yours to fill.

The spirit is there for inviting.

The song is yours to sing.

And your job is to sound them all.

The Soul of God is everlasting!

The Spirit of God is eternal!

The Song of God is never-ending!

All you have to do is let him in.

The purpose of the soul is to glorify.

The purpose of the spirit is to guide.

The purpose of the song is to rejoice.

And the purpose of sound is to share.

So let your soul be loud in love!

Let your spirit be heard in wisdom!

Let your song be one of praise!

And let your life be one worth sharing!