date: Wednesday, December 07, 2005 @ 10:18 pm
title: He Says..
I'm alive!Praise God for His mercy.This camp ain't some sissies can survive. It takes lots of humility and discipline to stay afloat among the wreaks. We. The LTC survivors. Return to civilisation in power and strength. Away from the wilderness. Down from the Mountain.
I was not my usual self during the camp. I toned down by as much as 3000 percent if i got it right. I was just more quiet. I was just trying my best not to mediate too much on the past. I was trying to focus on God. I was just trying to listen to the still small voice. I was just trying to be a man. I was just trying to project what I want to be in the world that I live in.
Dear God,Your child doesn't want the earthquakes nor the fire nor the wind. I just wan to hear your still small voice. I wan to leave this camp unsatisfied. I wan more. I wan to see your face. I wan to be a man.The night before the camp. I was so afraid. I was trembling with so much fear that I might die in there. The glory of God will kill and suffocate me. It's not another camp that you get zap and hyped up for Jesus and confess the sweetest things to Him and praise Him.
It was Holocaust.It was a concentration camp that is perfectly designed by the Potter's hands to eradicate unholiness. Unholiness. Unholiness. Unholiness.. I was afraid. Very afraid.
It was a spiritual genocide. 2 spirits can't survive in 1 body. Either one consumes the other or the opposite swallows its opposition. I was battling that the night before. I chose not to contemplate anymore. I chose peace. I chose to settle it later. I chose to die.
Death is calling its slave. Screaming. Howling. Laughing. Scoffing.
And I was still his before crawling into the caves in Mount Sina
I could feel the yoke around my neck. But I was powerless to break that. I..
To be continued..
