Post by prophecy07 on Sept 19, 2007 15:42:30 GMT -5
The Gift
There was this young man that was going through a rough stage in his life. He was feeling alone and isolated even though he had more friends than he could number. He would spend his days looking for that thrill and excitement to fill the void in his life and his nights crying over the things he did during the day that only satisfied him temporarily. So his loving father seeing his sons predicament came to him one day with a gift that would help his son overcome the doldrums he was going through. The gift the father had bought had cost the father an enormous amount but the father concluded that if it could help his son it was well worth the cost. So one day as the son pondered in his room what was the next thing he could do to give himself an emotional high his father knocked on his door. Not wanting to be bothered by the father he yelled from the other side of the door asking what is it that his father wanted, his father replied that he had a gift for him. The son not really interested in what the father was offering told him to just leave it outside the door and he will get it when he is ready. The father obliged and left it outside with a note attached saying-“To my son whom I love dearly”.
The gift stood outside the door for about an hour because the son did not want to seem anxious in rushing out but soon curiosity filled his mind, wondering what his father might have gotten him. So he slowly opened the door, looking to see if anyone was in the hall watching, picked up the gift and brought it inside the room with him. Hesitant to open the package at first, thoughts rushing trough his head of all the things he wanted-a new video game system, the latest music album, money to get whatever he wanted, he slowly takes the card off the top of the box and tosses it to the side to read later. Opening the package, a new found rush filling his senses with anticipation and excitement. The gift was something he had never seen before but at the same time he could sense it was something that he always wanted. He embraced the gift as for the first time in his life he felt he was complete, whole, not alone. This gift had done something for him that none of the adventures of the day could do for him, it gave him something lasting.
As the days went on it seemed as if the son and his gift were inseparable, wherever the son went the gift went with him. But one day some old friends had called to see if the son wanted to hang out at a party and he said sure why not and he left the gift behind. This started a trend of him enjoying the gift and feeling good at home but leaving it behind and feeling a little empty when he went out. Slowly the amount of time he spent with the gift began to diminish, to the point it was non-existent. The son began to make choices and decisions that he knew wasn’t him but he felt he had no choice because of the pain he was feeling, his life was spiraling downward. Often at night he would feel the gift calling out to him but he felt ashamed, knowing he had forsaken the gift, feeling that the joy and peace and love he felt before could never be reproduced.
One day the father saw the son layed out on his bedroom floor with a hangover from the previous nights outing. The father took a cold damp towel and wiped the son’s forehead with it as the son slowly got up. The father asked the son what he did with the gift that he had given him and the son said ashamed-“I buried it somewhere in my closet”. The father asked the son to go look for it because he wanted to show his son a special aspect of the gift that can only occur when the gift is broke. The son looking confused at his fathers words and thinking to himself why would he want to break such a costly gift reluctantly went to his closet and begun searching for the gift. It took the son an hour or so to make his way back to the place where he had left the gift but eventually he found it, dirty and chipped. Slowly he brought it back to his father and began to apologize to his father for the way he mistreated the gift when the father silenced him with a finger over his own lips as he told his son to watch. The father gripped the gift tightly with both hands and then let it go as the gift began crashing to the floor, the sons first instinct was to try to catch it but he heard his fathers voice in his head telling him to just watch. The precious gift impacting the floor seemed to shake the foundation of the house, at the very least it caused the son to tremble, at the moment of impact the exterior of the gift shattered releasing a Crimson Red cloud of dust that made its way to the son and begin to embrace him, the son now crying and on his knees, feeling so unworthy of the sensation of the cloud now embracing him. He lifted his head and asked the father what is this that is making me feel different, because ever since the cloud embraced him he was feeling like a new person, the father kneeling beside him spoke softly into his ear telling him that what he is feeling is LOVE.
The father and son slowly arise as the cloud of red dust has been absorbed by the son and is no longer visible in the room. The son looks down and sees the housing that held the gift no longer shattered but fully intact. The son looks at his father with curiosity in his eyes and his father answers him by saying-the gift cannot be broken and it is not limited to just being in you-yes the gift now lives in you, but it also there, fully intact in its casing for you now to share with others!
Prophecy
There was this young man that was going through a rough stage in his life. He was feeling alone and isolated even though he had more friends than he could number. He would spend his days looking for that thrill and excitement to fill the void in his life and his nights crying over the things he did during the day that only satisfied him temporarily. So his loving father seeing his sons predicament came to him one day with a gift that would help his son overcome the doldrums he was going through. The gift the father had bought had cost the father an enormous amount but the father concluded that if it could help his son it was well worth the cost. So one day as the son pondered in his room what was the next thing he could do to give himself an emotional high his father knocked on his door. Not wanting to be bothered by the father he yelled from the other side of the door asking what is it that his father wanted, his father replied that he had a gift for him. The son not really interested in what the father was offering told him to just leave it outside the door and he will get it when he is ready. The father obliged and left it outside with a note attached saying-“To my son whom I love dearly”.
The gift stood outside the door for about an hour because the son did not want to seem anxious in rushing out but soon curiosity filled his mind, wondering what his father might have gotten him. So he slowly opened the door, looking to see if anyone was in the hall watching, picked up the gift and brought it inside the room with him. Hesitant to open the package at first, thoughts rushing trough his head of all the things he wanted-a new video game system, the latest music album, money to get whatever he wanted, he slowly takes the card off the top of the box and tosses it to the side to read later. Opening the package, a new found rush filling his senses with anticipation and excitement. The gift was something he had never seen before but at the same time he could sense it was something that he always wanted. He embraced the gift as for the first time in his life he felt he was complete, whole, not alone. This gift had done something for him that none of the adventures of the day could do for him, it gave him something lasting.
As the days went on it seemed as if the son and his gift were inseparable, wherever the son went the gift went with him. But one day some old friends had called to see if the son wanted to hang out at a party and he said sure why not and he left the gift behind. This started a trend of him enjoying the gift and feeling good at home but leaving it behind and feeling a little empty when he went out. Slowly the amount of time he spent with the gift began to diminish, to the point it was non-existent. The son began to make choices and decisions that he knew wasn’t him but he felt he had no choice because of the pain he was feeling, his life was spiraling downward. Often at night he would feel the gift calling out to him but he felt ashamed, knowing he had forsaken the gift, feeling that the joy and peace and love he felt before could never be reproduced.
One day the father saw the son layed out on his bedroom floor with a hangover from the previous nights outing. The father took a cold damp towel and wiped the son’s forehead with it as the son slowly got up. The father asked the son what he did with the gift that he had given him and the son said ashamed-“I buried it somewhere in my closet”. The father asked the son to go look for it because he wanted to show his son a special aspect of the gift that can only occur when the gift is broke. The son looking confused at his fathers words and thinking to himself why would he want to break such a costly gift reluctantly went to his closet and begun searching for the gift. It took the son an hour or so to make his way back to the place where he had left the gift but eventually he found it, dirty and chipped. Slowly he brought it back to his father and began to apologize to his father for the way he mistreated the gift when the father silenced him with a finger over his own lips as he told his son to watch. The father gripped the gift tightly with both hands and then let it go as the gift began crashing to the floor, the sons first instinct was to try to catch it but he heard his fathers voice in his head telling him to just watch. The precious gift impacting the floor seemed to shake the foundation of the house, at the very least it caused the son to tremble, at the moment of impact the exterior of the gift shattered releasing a Crimson Red cloud of dust that made its way to the son and begin to embrace him, the son now crying and on his knees, feeling so unworthy of the sensation of the cloud now embracing him. He lifted his head and asked the father what is this that is making me feel different, because ever since the cloud embraced him he was feeling like a new person, the father kneeling beside him spoke softly into his ear telling him that what he is feeling is LOVE.
The father and son slowly arise as the cloud of red dust has been absorbed by the son and is no longer visible in the room. The son looks down and sees the housing that held the gift no longer shattered but fully intact. The son looks at his father with curiosity in his eyes and his father answers him by saying-the gift cannot be broken and it is not limited to just being in you-yes the gift now lives in you, but it also there, fully intact in its casing for you now to share with others!
Prophecy