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Making My Way

Rollo Tamasi

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I walked into a room I had never been in before.
There were many groups of people, some familiar looking but I'm not sure how.
They were speaking words that made them sound like intellectuals, far above my understanding.
I left that room wondering what was going on.

I entered another room and people were taking turns giving answers to life's questions.
They all knew the answers, even without knowing the questions.
I was amazed and wondered if I should stay.
But I felt I didn't quite fit in.

I found another room filled with noise.
But as I listened carefully, I heard they were songs, but they were all being played at once and one had to choose how they wanted to listen and when they wanted to listen.
It was very confusing, so I left there also.

The next room was filled with people, and when they saw me, they all started asking questions, and before I could answer, they kept asking more questions.
They looked angry, yet they seemed to think a lot of themselves.

I stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was getting dark and I knew I had to ready myself to settle down for the evening.
I had my usual chest pains and anxiety.
But I also knew God would get me through to another day.
 
I walked into a room I had never been in before.
There were many groups of people, some familiar looking but I'm not sure how.
They were speaking words that made them sound like intellectuals, far above my understanding.
I left that room wondering what was going on.

I entered another room and people were taking turns giving answers to life's questions.
They all knew the answers, even without knowing the questions.
I was amazed and wondered if I should stay.
But I felt I didn't quite fit in.

I found another room filled with noise.
But as I listened carefully, I heard they were songs, but they were all being played at once and one had to choose how they wanted to listen and when they wanted to listen.
It was very confusing, so I left there also.

The next room was filled with people, and when they saw me, they all started asking questions, and before I could answer, they kept asking more questions.
They looked angry, yet they seemed to think a lot of themselves.

I stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was getting dark and I knew I had to ready myself to settle down for the evening.
I had my usual chest pains and anxiety.
But I also knew God would get me through to another day.
We all belong to one room or more.
You're in a room too.
Maybe you haven't seen the sign on the door yet.
 
We all belong to one room or more.
You're in a room too.
Maybe you haven't seen the sign on the door yet.
Often see a picture of myself lately. Around me is a calm ocean, nothing else.
Me sitting in a wooden dingi, with very little personal belongings. I suspect the Lord is providing drink and food, but I cannot tell. The sun is shining. It is not very hot, nor cold. There is no way I would know where to go. I can paddle to move forward, but where to?
 
I stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was getting dark and I knew I had to ready myself to settle down for the evening.
I had my usual chest pains and anxiety.
But I also knew God would get me through to another day.
He sure will Rollo. Outside is best to be sometimes.
 
Often see a picture of myself lately. Around me is a calm ocean, nothing else.
Me sitting in a wooden dingi, with very little personal belongings. I suspect the Lord is providing drink and food, but I cannot tell. The sun is shining. It is not very hot, nor cold. There is no way I would know where to go. I can paddle to move forward, but where to?
Other than sitting in a dingy I see myself sitting beside a beautiful river that is passing by me as thoughts race through my head wondering where this life's journey will take me to next.
 
1 Timothy: 15-17;
"15 Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. 16 But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. 17 Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen."

These verses spoke to me today.
How many people in the world are crying out for help and don't know these verses?
And verse 17, it is so powerful, it hit me in a way that almost knocked me over.
I'm still in awe thinking about it.
 
Often see a picture of myself lately. Around me is a calm ocean, nothing else.
Me sitting in a wooden dingi, with very little personal belongings. I suspect the Lord is providing drink and food, but I cannot tell. The sun is shining. It is not very hot, nor cold. There is no way I would know where to go. I can paddle to move forward, but where to?
We're all paddling.
We may know the destination.
But we don't know what we'll encounter along the way.
 
1 Timothy: 15-17;
"15 Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. 16 But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. 17 Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen."

These verses spoke to me today.
How many people in the world are crying out for help and don't know these verses?
And verse 17, it is so powerful, it hit me in a way that almost knocked me over.
I'm still in awe thinking about it.
Why not take it to those people when you are able to witness again. Collect more people to travel the same journey.
 
I walked into a room I had never been in before.
There were many groups of people, some familiar looking but I'm not sure how.
They were speaking words that made them sound like intellectuals, far above my understanding.
I left that room wondering what was going on.

I entered another room and people were taking turns giving answers to life's questions.
They all knew the answers, even without knowing the questions.
I was amazed and wondered if I should stay.
But I felt I didn't quite fit in.

I found another room filled with noise.
But as I listened carefully, I heard they were songs, but they were all being played at once and one had to choose how they wanted to listen and when they wanted to listen.
It was very confusing, so I left there also.

The next room was filled with people, and when they saw me, they all started asking questions, and before I could answer, they kept asking more questions.
They looked angry, yet they seemed to think a lot of themselves.

I stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was getting dark and I knew I had to ready myself to settle down for the evening.
I had my usual chest pains and anxiety.
But I also knew God would get me through to another day.
That's a good piece of writing Rollo. The alienation of life overall.
Reminds of the lyrics to sounds of silence by Simon and Garf.
"People writing songs that voices never heard"
"People hearing without listening"
 
I walked into a room I had never been in before.
There were many groups of people, some familiar looking but I'm not sure how.
They were speaking words that made them sound like intellectuals, far above my understanding.
I left that room wondering what was going on.

I entered another room and people were taking turns giving answers to life's questions.
They all knew the answers, even without knowing the questions.
I was amazed and wondered if I should stay.
But I felt I didn't quite fit in.

I found another room filled with noise.
But as I listened carefully, I heard they were songs, but they were all being played at once and one had to choose how they wanted to listen and when they wanted to listen.
It was very confusing, so I left there also.

The next room was filled with people, and when they saw me, they all started asking questions, and before I could answer, they kept asking more questions.
They looked angry, yet they seemed to think a lot of themselves.

I stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was getting dark and I knew I had to ready myself to settle down for the evening.
I had my usual chest pains and anxiety.
But I also knew God would get me through to another day.
When I feel like this my soul takes me to a special place. I walk along a gritty path and the sun is shining. I'm going through my favourite woods. The birds are singing sweerly and I thank The Lord for our precious feathered friends. I take a deep breath and the lovely fresh air fills my lungs.
I follow the narrow river and listen to it whispering in my ear. A harvest mouse runs across my path then looks back at me, I smile.
I'm nearly there now, I'm tired and it's been a long journey, but I feel somebody near me .
I've reached it! My favourite tree, right next to the rock. I sit with my back resting against the tree, my hand is on the rock. It is so peaceful, so beautiful. I decide to rest there until the evening and I know I will be ready to journey again by morning. I can go back there any time I want to. It's where my heart is, i belong there .
 
I saw the news today oh boy!
North Korea giving US warnings
Children held at Mexican border
Explosions hit Aden airport as new Yemeni government arrives,
Myanmar coup
Anti-Chinese protests
US aircraft carriers in South China Sea.
Germany halts the astraZeneca vaccine
New strain in UK

Yes, I heard the news today oh boy.
All I can do is make my way...
 
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