Hello Everyone, I meant to post sooner, but there were obstacles. Well, I hope you enjoy!
The pure heart is a very, very rare thing. I assume. Because who really wants to be pure anymore? Who wants to be true? It’s the style nowadays to be naughty. Because hey! Naughty’s the new nice, right? And every young, influenceable girl wants to be in the New, Good, Beautiful, in-crowd. It’s a big, bright door with the words Good; Beautiful; updated look written all over it. Well, the influenceable girl (highlight influenceable) is too blinded by “New, Good, In-crowd” that they can’t see the darkness that lies behind the light. The sirens, (The sirens were sea nymphs who had the power of charming by their song. Those who hear are irresistibly impelled to cast their selves into the sea to their destruction.) lure them into their claws, ready to destroy all of the purity and wholesomeness of these young ladies. What hope is their for them? They walk forward, with no warning of what awaits. Thinking they are doing what is right, they walk forward. God comes in. He calls out to her from inside of her. He puts his hand on her shoulder, not tugging nor forcing her to turn back, saying only; “My dear princess, you know not what awaits behind this open door.” The girl, only blinded by the light, but not deaf to God, stops. The Sirens grow louder and louder. “Come in! Come in!” She wants to walk forward, but she knows she must walk back. She stands torn between the purity call and the sirens of deceit. Who is there but herself to force her to do it. God can do what he wishes, he could force her to turn back. but no. He stands firm behind her, only encouraging her to come home and to ignore these sirens. The sirens can not force her either, but they are strong. They know she is influenceable and weak. They know that she may be easily defeated while standing in the middle ground. “Turn around, my princess.” calls out God from inside of her. “Child,” begin the sirens, “you have opportunity in our world. You have a chance to shine. Why not come in, my dear?” they say with a look that makes her feel weak. The Lord remains faithful. Suddenly, one glance of what the sirens of deceit have to offer, images flash threw her mind. The first, her high school years; she walks in a strut. inappropriate pants, extremely low shirt. Her shoes and clothing suggest evil thoughts in the young mens minds. Then, her first years of adult hood; she walks the streets. The slums. The alleys. What she is looking for, she has forgot. The only light in her life is the lamp posts of the streets. And finally, the final years of her life; She lays there dying in her bed. The only one who stands in the room is a shadow. He walks forward toward her wayward, rebellious self. “My child,” he began, “why? Why did you walk toward the sirens of deceit? Didn’t you know that I love you?”
“Yes. I did.” she answered as a tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek.
“Than why, my princess, did you continue forward?”
“Your love was so much, Lord. I was so blind Lord, that I believed that bad was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t think that I was good enough Lord. That I deserved less than what you offered.”
“Darling child. I loved you then. I love you now.” This comforted her. But she was not content with how her life turned out. Whether he still loved her or not.
She turned to look at the Lord, who was still standing behind her. Her high school years; she walked through the halls of the school. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. She wore simple, old raggedy shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. The men ignored her. But the christian men looked upon her and said to themselves; “She is a woman of God.” She walked with no strut. She walked like a normal girl. Her adult years; She sits on a leather sofa. A little girl by her side, and a baby boy in her arms. Her husband was setting up the T.V., as the little boy watched over his shoulder. The Lord looked upon her and smiled. She, unlike her other self, had much light in her life. In her heart. In her family. Her death bed; she was lying in her bed, in her husbands arms. her three adult children stood by her side. Her oldest daughter’s children were playing downstairs with her oldest son’s children. Her youngest son was just now married. A friend of hers puled up to the country house. A doctor was their with them, taking tests and speaking about results. Her friend walked up the stairs. She came and gripped her dearest friend’s hand. Even though the situation was quite sad, the old woman carried a smile on her face. Then, the noises hushed and the people almost disappeared. A shadow walked toward her.
“Lord,” she began, “have I obeyed you?”
“Yes, my child. You have done well.” he smiled.
“Lord.” she asked.
“Yes princess.” he replied.
“Will you remember me?” she asked with hopeful eyes.
“Yes. Darling, I will remember you.” He laughed. A tear rolled down her cheek. Joy filled her heart. She was happy.
The decision was clearer than ever; she turned around. She climbed up onto the steed, gripping onto her night in shining armer. He was the Lord. They rode off into the open fields of rosemary. The sirens’ door shut. Their scratching filled the air for a moment. She did not look back. She was not stated a’tall. She felt safe. Her heart was very, very pure. She was very, very rare.
Your eyes are too pure to approve evil, And You can not look on wickedness with favor Why do You look with favor On those who deal treacherously? Why are You silent when the wicked swallow up Those more righteous than they?
‘Can mankind be just before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?
With the pure You show Yourself pure, And with the crooked You show Yourself astute.
1 John 3:3
And everyone who has this hope fixed on Him purifies himself, just as He is pure.
And He was transfigured before them; and His face shone like the sun, and His garments became as white as light.