Why do you keep on asking yourself this question many times a day? Is it something psychological? Is it something that we inherit? Is it really pre-destined?
If it is then, why does God give us the freedom to do what we want? To do how we feel?
Is that really celled freedom? For freedom cannot be given when there is a plan of something that is pre-meditated. Freedom is the liberty of the word, the liberty of the thought and that of the deed. And instead of asking why me, sometimes we even become heroes, those who know all and ask...
Is God keeping his promise?
Then again, who am I to judge Him who cannot be judged?
Who am I to speak about what others might feel?
Who am I to be the one to throw the first stone?
Who am I to take what is not mine?
As well as...
Who are you to tell me what I need to wear?
And what I need to do?
Or how I need to live?
Who gave you the permission to say what you want, even if that is to the detriment of others, just for the sake of being a person that wants to show off? A person that wants to give to others, but expecting everything in return of your nothing.
We are all citizens of Heaven, Ladies & Gentlemen. That is a prize that we have to work hard for. I want to start that with me. And I would like that you start from you before moving to those you. Forgiveness is a hard thing to ask. It's even harder to feel inside. But it leaves an internal peace that nothing can ever give you except the love for/of God. We might live now for moments of pleasure as we are all humans. We might live for moments where we might gamble on an earthly triumph but we forget that far away there is another prize awaiting us. We forget that we have to feel it deep inside. Sometimes we ask ourselves why me? But we don’t look above, and see a young adult that gave His Life for us. We don't see this young adult asking for forgiveness to His father. Not His but ours. Let the first word that was said on the cross 2000 years ago, echo in eternity. Let it not be in vain - for one day you will hear it again along with other statements that you might have overheard again and again throughout your life and never gave the much needed attention to...
Let these echoes echo now and then and when the appropriate time will come, you have to echo positively with the deeds and actions that you did…
I needed clothes and you clothed me...
I was sick and you looked after me...
I was in prison and you came to visit me...
I was thirsty and you gave me what to drink...
I was hungry and you gave me food...
And then you will solemnly reply...
Oh Lord, Oh Lord - Love of Love itself...Quench for the eternal thirst that I have for your heart...here on my knees and with all my humbleness, I proclaim you King of Kings...You my Lord...for I was blind and you gave me Light...
I am no priest Ladies and Gentlemen. I am no saint either. And yes I did my mistakes. But I want to get down on my knees if needed and ask you, each and everyone that I did hurt in the past, for forgiveness. I have sinned against the Lord and I have hurt you, maybe you are reading this!! I ask you that I did not give you my hand when you needed it, I did not support you when you wanted to rest on my shoulder, did not help you when you shouted out for SOS....yes SOS...save our souls. I did hurt, but I was as well...I did sin but let us look beneath. I might never be able to ask for forgiveness directly because the circumstances in life won't allow it. But know, just know that deep inside, I feel peace that I want to share with you, because I know that you will one day feel it too...if you forgive…
Before asking Why me? - Think and Thank the Lord for He has chosen you to carry the cross, instead of Simon of Cyrene. Hence you might not be trained but God will always give you the appropriate equipment so that you can carry the load not with ease but safely to its place and instead of nailing Christ to the cross once more, we will nail Love into our eternal life and write a gospel where somehow we will all be part of, because yes We are all indeed CITIZENS OF HEAVEN.
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