? What is your life? You are like a mist that appears for a moment and then dissipates. [Thiago 4:14]
Since last week I stopped to reflect on the previous verse, human mediocrity and what is really worth living, and from a small and strong crisis last Thursday I wrote the following poem, where I try to synthesize my thoughts on the subject.
- I’m tired.
- But not a thousand beds could give me the rest I need.
- I’m exhausted.
- But not a thousand nights could give me the strength I need.
- What’s our life? We are a wind that comes and leaves soon.
- We are a flower that dries and loses its grace.
- Is there any reason for all this? I’m looking for a reason.
- A flash of joy.
- Feeling alive I live what I think I would do.
But what does all this mean? Everything is ephemeral In this illusion machine, I feel like a stranger without really understanding the directions.
And what’s all this worth? Vanity over vanity We are distracted from the serious We create our own happiness We fear at age.
And how do you see everything? My eyes are no longer colored Forgive me, I could not try to be the person with distracted eyes Everything I see does not please my taste
That’s my life, poor thing! Mediocre!?, The boys yell at me. ?Poor! Mediocre!?, tell me ladies. ? Poor!Mediocre!?, do the ladies whisper to me. ? Poor! Mediocre!?, The graves whisper to me.
That’s all? An average Christian. An average student An average professional. Always average, always mediocre.
Where did this flashes of greatness come from?
Why is that, this desire to change? Becoming a revolution that is not volatile like air Who is not vile as a dog?
Am I the saddest of men? I certainly know that Nebuchadnezzar would stand up and say I don’t know the dust and another witness would say I don’t know what the pain is and I know someone else would be Job.
So, is there hope? Certainly, these same men who embraced death would bear witness that he is sovereign and that he lives and that he is always powerful in changing my fortune and will not make known to his saint the vile and sad destruction.
And what are you going to say, that I’m crazy, crazy, denied and chaotic?You think you have the whole truth? Oh, my friend, don’t say empty words to me. He understands that what I’m looking for goes further, it’s called reality.
What is your life? Anybody know the way out?
The reason for posting it here on the blog, interestingly, is to encourage the brothers who may be going through the same situation as me with discouragement and discouragement, but let me continue with the story.
After the cloudy Thursday, Friday afternoon, I spoke with my friend André, from the blog Theology and Life (which I highly recommend reading) and supported me in various ways, at night I went to his church to visit him and meet him and I ended up experimenting with the famous phrase: “it seems that preaching was made exclusively for me”. And maybe that was the case.
That day a psalm was kept in my heart and I want to share it to be an oasis in the desert of the tribulations you may be going through.
May the Lord bless my soul! Bless the Lord with all my being, the Lord bless my soul. Don’t forget any of his blessings!
He is the one who forgives all your sins and heals all your illnesses, saves your life from the grave and crowns you with kindness and compassion, who fills your existence with kindness so that your youth may renew like the eagle. and defends the cause of the oppressed; he manifested his ways to Moses, his works to the Israelites.
The Lord is compassionate and merciful, very patient and full of love. He does not constantly accuse or feel it forever; He does not treat us according to our sins or repay us according to our iniquities; for as the heavens rise above the earth, so is his love for those who fear him and as the East is far from the West, he takes away our transgressions.
Just as a father sympathies with his children, the Lord sympathies with those who fear Him; because he knows what we’re made of; remember, we’re dust. Man’s life is like grass; It blooms like the flower of the field, which disappeared when the wind blows and the place it once occupied is unknown, but the Faithful Love of the Lord, his eternal love, is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with the children of God. their children, with those who keep their covenant and remember to obey their precepts.
The Lord has established his throne in heaven and, as king, reigns above all that exists.
Bless the Lord, his mighty angels, who obey His word; Bless the Lord with all his armies, you his servants, who do his will; bless the Lord in all his works in all places of his dominion; The Lord bless my soul.