A Hard Choice

Found this in a box today. Probably written circa 2002 or 2003

"I tell myself I'll escape this iceburg. But last night his eyes were blue like the ocean. We have one here, too, you know, he said to me and I said Yes, I know, but it's not the same. But the blue of his eyes nearly convinced me otherwise. I could stay here, I think, the sound of California's lapping waters ringing in my ears, the smell from the Istanbul fish market wafting up from the tile floor. Intoxicated by the way Chicago's skyscrapers resemble the West's rolling hills, I lie down and inhale again. I could stay here forever, I think."



40 years of manna is a hard, scary prospect. But the Lord your God has called you.



Will you respond?



Or lie down and smoke another bowl? And remain a slave in Egypt - prisoner to sin and your own fears & weaknesses?


The devil cannot harm you you know. But he will make you think he can.



The choice is yours.