At the beginning of this journal I claimed to use my power of flight for the greater good, and so I do. However I do not help others in the way you might think, flying around, thwarting the plans of villains, beating up bad guys, and fighting crime. I would need super senses to accomplish such heroic feats. As it is I do not know where the villains are or where the crimes are taking place. I could fly to a place and wait for a robber to make his move but honestly how many robberies have you witnessed in person? The odds of my happening upon someone needing help are astronomical. I suppose I could get a police scanner but I don’t have the slightest idea where to find one. I could steal one but then I would be the bad guy and that would be too ironic.
When I’m up above the clouds, gliding high above the patchwork land, I pray for people. I pray with all my heart for the people to be safe and saved. Faith is more powerful than ever and I believe that the supernatural is becoming the new natural. It’s difficult to explain, merely a feeling I have, but I trust it. My power is growing , and while I haven’t witnessed anyone else flying, there may be more flyers out there.
I, I, I…
The holidays are coming up. In two weeks, Thanksgiving, and in seven, Christmas. This time of year is conflicting for me, full of memories, nostalgia, hope, yet also difficult since I am alone. I don’t feel lonely exactly, just that I’m waiting for something to happen. Excitement is something I crave, but when I find it the feeling is short-lived. Holidays were so full of hope and possibilities when I was a child. The smell of fresh cookies, the laughs, the thrill of opening presents and playing with remote control cars, a new bicycle, video games. The holidays were everything back then. What would it take to bring the magic back? People grow up, they get jobs, start families, and while they experience the wonder of life as adults, they reconcile themselves with the fact that their childhood magic is gone for good. But this is not a fact. The sheer awesomeness of life we bore witness to as children is alive and going strong and waiting for us on the other side of salvation. The New Heaven and Earth shall be full of childlike wonder and unbelievable unprecedented fun for children and adults alike. Did you think childhood a gateway, a mere passage one must traverse to get to the real world? The joy of childhood lasts forever and is exceedingly important.
The radiance of youth fills all things, including the elderly. Having lived their whole lives in the world the light of youth still shines from within like a fire repeatedly stoked with fresh firewood for years and years. The elderly are alive and they are stoked. What miracles await us beyond the horizon in the lands and skies of heaven? No one goes there. The future can neither be driven to nor flown to. We are stuck waiting, hence this journal I’m writing for your enjoyment. I wait all day and pray for the return of the Lord, however my salvation is far from guaranteed. When the Lord does return He will judge us all. The good people shall go one way and the bad must go the other. I am not such a fool as to be confident that I will be judged righteous at the end of the age. I take comfort in the scriptures, “There is now therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,” and, “All who call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” The light in me belongs to God, not myself.
I have flown beyond the horizon, there is simply more of it. I have flown close to the speed of light and still the horizon eludes me. As I approach the speed of light time itself slows down, as if I’m feeling existence through curved glass which magnifies my world and stretches either side toward the center, eternity. One day I will break through this finite space-time perspective and truly fly beyond the horizon and into the unknown. First I must detach from creation, severing all ties to family, already done, friends, none, house, car, and possessions, all of which are only mine by necessity. There is no longer any need for stuff when our destination is the sky. I know I said family is part of the mystery but I cannot afford to let myself be held back by anything on the earth. My soul forbids it. Sometimes the best thing you can do for others is make progress, advance, gain ground, and blaze trails on you own. One must fly if indeed he intends to fly someday. Simple mathematics. Anyhow, it’s been a pleasure. Hope to speak again soon.
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