All gathered together and in complete worship of something greater and unknowing. Their hands are raised for reasons they can’t explain. Their belief is their vision; their faith is their perseverance. Focused around one man preaching the daily lesson or the musician singing to the heavens in harmony, the church functions like religion it’s self, focused entirely on one man. Faces are dampened with tears, and hair is tangled from emotional distress trying to comprehend the new feeling never felt before. A presence fills the room. Strangers become family, as one they are reprieved from their sins. There to get passed death, there to be with friends, there to be with the one that never changes and always listens to their problems. Blessed and loved for their idiosyncrasies, their uniqueness compiled to form the most pure of personalities and the many races forming a color that cannot be named.
Their knuckles go white from the constant pressure of leaning on the pew just ahead. Cutting off the circulation of his people, the preacher hunches the community over with his words; depicting a world to be proud of and where lives are saved everyday by the people striving to make a difference. Fumbling in his own words the preacher becomes engulfed in the presence; the community sits in silence, hearts beating as one. On this special night, the sermon was written and the people arrived. Seemingly relating to each individual, the sermon subsequently promotes thought that the lord is calling out to them personally. On a day to day basis we all face similar problems, uniting as one; the puzzle piece of words seems to fit our situation by a miracle. This is not a miracle; this is grace, a light put forth by an undefined character only blessing the subjects in prayer. The love of this character spreads to each and every body but often is blocked by a confused soul. The preached and sung path of righteousness fall upon deaf ears or the path is overlooked by cataracts formed from an alternate life filled with folly and sin. Not everyone can live everyday for the lord and commit themselves to church, but everyone can believe in something larger than themselves; striving for the good of the less fortunate and living a life that would be admired by a healthy conscience.
We do not all believe in the same thing. Our higher beings vary in numbers and powers, but are all directed around the same focal point. Some don’t believe. Some do not have faith. In times of need these people have nothing to turn to; in times of celebration these people do not have an assured pat on the back or fulfilled heart. We are all confused as to which path we should take or what is right for us.
After surrounding one’s self with good people and working to make a difference; the light will be cast and the path will be clear. For those who are not religious or do not believe in God or don’t try to change impurities of the place they live; the family described above would be nice to have. The greatest gift a man can receive is to be accepted for the truth that he represents. This gift is an arm’s length away to you; non-believer. The ear of the lord is forever listening for your represented truth and somewhere near a family is waiting to embrace you for who you are. All of this to join the path dedicated to making a difference. Because it all started with one man, I’m sure you’ve heard of him. We have the greatest example to follow; is all we have to do is accept the blessing handed to us at birth and shed the grace of God to the darkness. Your family is waiting. Come home.