One Day I met with an Atheist

One day, I met with an atheist
He challenged me
He told me my ‘religion’ wasn’t real
He said Jesus did not exist
Well, not quite
He said Christianity was a form of mental slavery
He questioned the content of the Bible and went ahead to say those stories were fabricated.

He challenged my faith
Step by step
He provided me with reasons
He said the exodus did not happen because scuba divers, after several attempts, had no evidence to it.
He said Christmas was not real and so was Easter
He laughed at me and admonished me to seek enlightenment
He pleaded with me to not follow blindly.

I listened with rapt attention because this was not my first experience with one of this kind.
I once fell into the ditch by allowing one to lead me.
That one succeeded because I started to doubt God’s existence
I decided to rely on me but instead of feeling empowered, wise and knowledgeable
I felt distraught and empty
I was confused.
I felt lost.
I had fallen.

I was locked in a cage.
Nothing made sense and then I decided to do the U-turn
I came back and pleaded for forgiveness.
I sought the presence of the Holy Spirit and vowed never to let go of Him.
The other side wasn’t meant for me
What I needed was His presence, love, grace, goodness and mercy
I found it and was overjoyed.
I prefer to face battles with Him than none without Him.
I have found peace and I won’t be convinced.
Not this time, my friend.
Not this time.

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In 20 30 40 or 50 – Will you be Ready?

In 20, 30, 40 or 50   
When your brains are tired                                                 
And your bones frail
And your bladder weak
And darkness all you see
When your epidermis sheds
And memory not as sharp
And your teeth begin to fall out
And hair not as pretty
When you can sniff death so close                 
So close you can almost breathe it in your nostrils
Will you be ready?

In 20, 30, 40 or 50
Will your eyes be prepared to shut?
And your spirit to bid the world farewell?
Will the call be received with fear or fulfillment?
And your body be ready to rest in peace?
Or rather in despair, full of regret and anguish?
Frightful and afraid of the coldness of the grave
And uncertain of the life you’ll meet.

What if you do not have 20, 30, 40 or 50?
And your brains never get tired
Your bones still as hard
Your bladder not as weak.
And your sight still perfect.
What if your epidermis is intact
And your memory as sharp as ever.                                                                         
And your teeth so strong to break the bones
And your hair ever so lustrous
Will you still be ready to exit?

If you had 1, 2, 3 or 4
For your spirit to desert this body
But your brains and bones and bladder and sight
and skin and memory and teeth and hair unblemished 
Will you look down and back and smile?
Will the clock stop ticking and the bells stop chiming
and the birds stop chirping?
Will it be noticed that a beautiful soul is lost?

It may not be in 20, 30, 40 or 50
It could be in 1, 2, 3 or 4 
Will you be ready to bid this earth farewell?  
Not in sorrow
But in joy, you’d love to see how the world mourns at your passing.
Will you be ready? 
                                       


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