EACH of us is
writing our own history book, a day per page. Whether we write truth or a lie
today, history will record our stories faithfully. Do we want to be known as persons
of integrity or charlatans? We make that choice each and every day by the
decisions we make in our relationships. Nobody gets to write their version of
history.
Such truth makes us account for our
day, our actions, our carefree words, and our silly deeds of indifference and
laxity.
Negligence has a lot to answer for.
So does pride. Too many moments in too many days we fall for Satan’s lie that
life is unimportant; that we can get away with blue murder as if nobody’s
looking.
Well, the universe looks on. Sort of
like a cosmic version of Big Brother, we can imagine the starry host knowing
the intimacy of our word and deed if God knows the grains of the sand he put
into their place.
We get away with nothing.
We are writing the page of our day
even as we contemplate how to get into something or get out of another thing.
Our human condition is reprehensible, yet we have the ability to rise out of
our slumber.
The page that is written is history,
and yes, tomorrow’s a mystery, just as much as the present is. We inform that
mystery quite persuasively. We are not without influence. Indeed, as we decide
how we will use the moment before us, not only are we writing it as we go, we
are also making our day a living hell or a joy replete with bliss. It’s up to us
and nobody else.
Who in their right mind allows the
pages of history to write them as a greedy narcissist? The one who does not
believe they will be called to account. How does a person with an integrity
problem sleep at night? They don’t really believe in the nature of history — what
is true in secret will become true before God one day.
We cannot hide and we are foolish if
we think we can.
Yet some still take the risk.
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We really do have the opportunity
today to make the difference only we can, today. We are history makers. We are
writing the page in live-time. We are on God’s time and we are supervised. It’s
wise to imagine everything we do is seen.
© 2015 S. J. Wickham.
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