Dragon of a Sin

I could not put the book down.  I tore through the pages as I read chapter by chapter.  Enthralled by the story, I continued to read on.  The book I was reading is by far my favorite book.  Frank Peretti’s The Oath.

Though, this is not a children’s book, it has so much to offer.  The entire story is almost an analogy of Untreated Sin and Judgement.  People live with sin in their lives, and eventually a dark slimy spot appears above their hearts.  They try all they can to get rid of the mark, scrubbing it, scraping at it and even chanting to remove it.  None of this works, and eventually these sinners meet there end, when they are eaten by a hidden dragon who dwells in the woods.

Marshal, the main character in this story, tries desperately to find the source of all these deaths.  But in the process, he too, receives a black mark over his heart.  He tries many ways to remove it, but nothing works.  Then, he eventually gets saved, and the spot on his chest is removed.  Afterword, he realized that all these people who had received the spot did all they could to remove it.  They could ignore it, they could tell other people about it, they could except it, but they could not make it go away.  And in the end, they were eaten by the hideous beast.

This is the way it works for us, we sin, and we can do what ever we want with it, but it will still be there.  We can not get rid of it.  We can ignore it, we can accept it, but if we don’t let Jesus handle it, we will eventually end up like the people in the story, devoured by our sin…

What was that Sound?

As I read Mrs Rardon’s assignment for the day, I heard a faint sound coming from the music room.  Soft crystal-like notes began to float into my room.  It was my mom playing the piano.  I listened as the melody entered into my ear.  From the sound of the music, I imagined my mom’s hands gliding across the piano, creating music by pressing the black and white keys.

I continued to listen as my mom played through the piano’s intro to the song, and after she had finished, another sound join the piano.  This time it was my sister’s vocals.  She began to sing a long with my mom’s piano playing.  Together the sound was amazing.  My mom’s gift with the piano joined by my sister’s passion for singing created a beautiful song.

I sat there for a moment, just listening.  I completely forgot where I was and what I was doing.  I was lost in the music for a moment.  I then shook myself, looked around and looked back at my computer monitor.  But the song continued to play through my head, and I could only imagine what it would be like to create such a sound.

Chaotic Chambers

I sat at my computer desk and looked around the trashy room.  Clothes and socks lay scattered around the floor.  Crumpled sketches and old ideas were thrown through out the ground.  My bed was a messy heep of blankets and my dirty clothes basket looked like a mountain of sweaty shirts.  I looked back towards my desk, hoping that maybe I would show some organisation, but my eyes were met with candy wrappers and loose change.  Random camera accessories and movie catalogs were layed out on my desk.  I was surrounded by a room of disorganization.

Because of the heaps of clothes, the door to my room was slow pushed open.  I looked over to see my mom struggling to get through my bedroom door.  I turned my desk chair around quickly.  Realising what I giant mess I was living in, I smiled hoping my mom would focus on me, rather than the mess around me.  It didn’t work.

Before I even knew what was happening, I was throwing dirty laundry into the washing machine.  My mom didn’t take to the style of my room and she quickly told me to straighten it out.  “In half an hour, this place will look just fine,” I thought to myself, but at the same time, I knew it would probably only take half an hour to turn it back into a pig pen.  I guess that’s life.

Focal Point

We all have our rough spots.  I’m sure you’ve had yours, and I’ve had mine.  There have been times where life was hard and things didn’t go correctly for me.  I remember at one point I couldn’t seem to focus.  What little homework I tended to have I could not take the time to sit down and do.  I would easily get distracted by my computer, music or other activities. 

Constantly, day after day I would try a new method to help me fix my distraction problem.  Often I would pray about it to God and ask Him to help me focus on my homework.  And day after day, distractions would continue to get the better of me.  I would jump on the computer “for just one minute” and before I knew it, I had lost an hour of time.

After this had been going on for a while, I started recieving more homework from my mom, or other teachers, and I began to have more activities I had to do.  Things kept on piling up and I had more and more work I had to get done.  I kept thinking the more work I had the more I would have to do after I procrastinated, but eventually I noticed a gradual change.  While I still had just as much trouble staying on track, I found that when I finished I felt more complished.  After a while, considering all the work I had to get done, I began to learn menthods to get myself to sit down and start working.  I finally realised that when you pray to go for “focus,” He is not going to GIVE you focus.  He is going to GIVE you oppertunities where you are going to NEED to focus.

A Little Help, Please?

It was early Thursday morning and my mom woke me up early  She gave me the look she gives before she about to ask me to do something.  Bracing myself, I looked up at her and waited for her to tell me what was needed to do.

She told me I would have to drive my brother and sister to their writing class.  I would hang around there, then, after the class ended, drop Scott off at Ebenezer Church and take Amy home.  This wasn’t a horrible task, probably about 40 mintues of driving time, and while I was at the writing class I could catch up on my own writing homework.  I agreed to take Scott and Amy to their class.

Things went well, the drive went by quickly, Scott and Amy finished their class and it was off to Ebenezer Church.  Once there, I dropped Scott off and I went in to quickly talk to Mom.  I was met with the same eyes she gave me when I had first woke up that morning.  I braced myself for the second time.  She asked if I could quickly fix the soundboard.  No big deal, I went up and quickly repaired what needed to be fixed.  When I came back down to tell my mom it was finished, she looked at me and asked me the final question,”Could you drop Amy off at home, and then come back and stay here to help out?”

Needless to say, I didn’t need to ask questions, but I ended up staying to help out the rest of the day.  Afterwords, to my surprise, my name was on the list to help out Saturday night.  I begin to wonder if they had planned for this.  Before I knew it, I was signed up to help one more time.  I didn’t ask questions or complain and, in the end,  and Saturday night was a lot of fun.

The Independent Discontinuation

I hit a moment in my life where things would not go right.  My homework was struggling and my grades were declining.  Every day that I awoke I was filled with exaust.  I never felt prepared to do my homework and I would constantly procrastinate on it till late in the afternoon.  This often ended with failed tests and many redo’s. 

After many struggles through my many pages of homework, I finally decided to get on the ball in work.  Every night before I went to bed I decided the next day I would awake early, get out of bed and start on my homework imidiately.  I closed my eyes feeling satisfied and pumped for the next day.

Though, when I awoke, it was the same story.  I procrastinated and failed.  Why could I not force myself to do what I knew I should.  I knew if I worked quickly and finished my homework right away, I would be able to go through the rest of the day feeling like I accomplished something.  What was wrong with me?  Why couldn’t I fix this?  Then, I relised it when I saw my Bible sitting on my night stand.  I was exactly right, “I” could not fix this.  I picked up my Bible and began to read.  I prayed that night, and awaited another day filled with school.  Only this time, I wasn’t doing it alone.

Conglutination of the Mind

There have been many instances where things push God to the back burner of my life.  I am sad to say, most of these destractions are gifts that God has given me.

One particular talent that shoved me off course was my passion for moviemaking.  Though it is a good God given gift, my obsession with creating movies caused me, to not only decelerate, but to completely withdraw from my Bible reading. I’d stay up late, constantly re-editing my work, until I was satified in my mind.  Night after night, I worked away, ignoring my conscience’s many urges to read my Bible before I headed to bed.

I never thought I’d hear myself be thankful that I couldn’t get my editing right.  I had been editing for hours of the day, moving clips around and cutting film, though, despite my constant working, I was not satified with my work.  Eventually, I gave up out of frustration.  I got off the computer and went to my bed.  As I crawled into the covers, I saw my Bible laying on my bed.  I thought about it, I picked up my Bible and I began to read.  The frustrations from editing and working almost vanished entirely as I read through my Bible.  Maybe the very book I was trying hardest to avoid was the very thing I needed most.

Accident to Accomplishment

I had been working on my movie for almost 2 weeks, at this point.  I had just gotten to the lightsaber portion of my film, one of the hardest pieces to put together.  Things had been going smoothly for this movie, I had been able to edit very quickly and with many successes, something that doesn’t usually happen with my movies.  I had a few scenes which I was not entirely happy with, but I could live with them.  But little did I know, that all this work would be invain.

Once I had pieced together my film the way I wanted I turned off my computer.  I went to bed, and the next morning awoke to a blank screen.  My computer would not turn on.  Realising that I had lost many hours of work, I began to panic.  Where would I find time to edit this again?  I didn’t even know where to begin.

Not knowing what else to, I began to edit my movie for the 2nd time.  I had to start completely over.  This was painful process to go through all the footage for the 2nd time.  After a few hours of work, I finally completed what I had lost.  I took a few seconds to catch my breath, and I played my movie.  To my surprise, the editing was much greater than it had been originally.  God’s got a plan for the traumas He gives you.  I went from an accident to an accomplishment.

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