I was reminded
of that young sturdy man who always been in a flame when season of planting seeds
is at hand. He usually took time alone to store required strength and prepare
the required seeds for spreading. Then he mingled with his other friends who also
regarded such activity distinct and at high end, enjoying and sharing valuable experiences
from their own passage of this duration.
And then the
planting starts…..everyone took their well-kept seedlings, everyone prepares
well. They are all scattered and distributed to their own assigned location. Each
of them overlays the miracle seeds to the thirsty land that promises great
bundle of fruits… someday and somehow.
Such a sight,
such a marvelous spectacle of beneficial actions for a common purpose.
Length of time
passed and moments of various changes had affected the planting activity. The 
young
sturdy man seems unconcerned and disinterested. And surprisingly, sometimes nowhere around…
yet, new faces emerged, young blood with a solid, strong desire. High end
laughter with such willingness to inter-act on the beneficial activity is still
seen, but somehow I sorely missed the guy that was once strong and active but now
feeble and collapsing. I missed his infectious smile. What has become of him?
This scene
somehow engulfed me….as I saw the man in there ….. a part of me.!? Or a part of
us?! And “What has become of him” should
be, what has happened to me? What has happened to us? Our fierce, menacing
intensity that once grow seeds of truthful promises has awkwardly become cold,
unresponsive desire which emanates dispassionism. Hmmmmm…What has become of me?
The crying, the
confessions, the submission and thirst… for the service has somehow diverted to
other seemingly profitable deed (accordingly). The flame for the season is reduced to an
ember of a dying fire. What has become of me?
‘Hard to face it
head on… but Truth never stops. I know it, as usually I preached it, Tried to shun
it.. Yet, the more it strikes a sounding blow. What a vigorous power that convicts…..What a
forceful pull! What a degree of Love!! So Unending, Unequivocal, Un-sizeable! How can I…Oh! How can I……cease and
discontinue. What is my meaning apart from Him?... And I just found myself
humming….then singing that enduring hymn of my youth….
“Such was His love,
that Hegave His own life..As though all
our wrong were His…And I’ll tell
Him…because He became what I was, That I might
become….who He is….”
My tears flow…my tears fell. The
embrace was so tight that clearly spells… I won’t let you go!….”These has become
of me!”
Verse-Meal:
Such hope never
disappoints or deludes or shames us, for God’s love has
been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit Who has been given to us.
Rom 5:5 AMPC
