God Loves The Lost
I wrote furiously. Everything that came into my mind, was in a second on the cream coloured scroll. I had so much to express, and yet couldn’t get everything out and into words. I had bought the empty scroll with the little money I earned from working in the cotton factory. Being an orphan and having no one to talk to made me bottle away everything to myself, and I decided I could no longer keep it all in. I had to clear my mind, and get it all out. At first I had searched for a friend, but everyone rejected me, due to my ugliness. No one had ever loved me except for my Mother. My Father had left my Mother when I was born, he believed that I would bring bad luck upon the family because of my deformities and ill health. For this reason I had never loved my father. My Mother had always told me that if a person judges someone from the outside, then they will miss the beauties and qualities of that person. I loved my Mother, she was not only my Mother, she was my best friend, and only friend. When things went wrong, she was the one to talk to, and the one to make me feel like everything was going to be okay. But now, sadly, my Mother was dead, and I had no one to talk to. I was battling with the cruelties of the world, with no one to hold my hand and pull be through. I felt lost. And that was why I thought writing everything on this scroll would help me. I wrote for hours into the night. I knew I would be exhausted the next day, and would probably fall asleep while working at the cotton factory, but this was important. Then, I stopped. I realized I had nothing else to write. I was done. But I still didn’t feel right. I still felt lost, and I still felt alone, and well… I was disappointed. Writing everything on this scroll had been my last hope. I felt cheated. I yelled. I cried, and I felt hopeless. Why was life so hard? Wasn’t being poor, and an orphan enough? Wasn’t the world satisfied with the hardships it had already thrusted upon me?
Then, a bright light appeared in front of me. It shone so bright that I was afraid my eyes would ruin from looking at it. But as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a man. His face was the very picture, the very path, to everything I had ever wanted. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. His eyes were kindness itself. I was filled with something I hadn’t had for a long time, peace. The man spoke,
“Do not be afraid, for it is I, the Lord your God, creator of heaven and earth.” He said. His voice was filled with certainty, Wisdom, Honesty, and Love.
“Lord.” I said, falling to my knees. I didn’t know this man, but somehow I knew he knew me.
“Arise.” Said the Lord. “I have come to give you new life.”