“We must view young people not as empty bottles to be filled, but as candles to be lit.”
Robert H. Shaffer
There’s a contemplative cliff in San Diego California that overlooks the ocean. It was a spot I walked to many a dark nights when I was a freshman going to Point Loma Nazarene University. It was a beautiful place far from city lights. When the moon was full it would appear to hover just over the water and would be the only source off light on that cliff. It’s luminance reflected as a pathway into a horizon with no distinguishable ending. A path towards the future. It was largest as it came and consumed the shoreline. And it went out into infinity at a point of perspective of astonishing blackness.
I prayed for a homeless man today covered in scabs and frail in stature. The smell of booze irradiated out his skin. His slick talking tongue was dissonant to his appearance as though the serpent of Eden had possessed it. I fed him and prayed for him and he went into a darker abyss then the starless nights on that cliff in San Diego.
I often wonder my place in the universe? Am I a person consumed and blinded of my sin? Is my future infinitely dark amongst the sky of mankind?
My frailty doesn’t fear me it bothers me. I do not want to be consumed by nothing and everything. I sure hope God continues into and through me. I think i need Him more than I know. The future and present of my condition without Him seem like options I couldn’t handle.
