So, what now? You think of yourself as some kind of great preacher leading us all out of darkness? No, not even close. I just write my words on the face of today and then they paint it ‘Blind Melon’ and just how long do you intend to keep this, whatever it is, going? I’ve been like this forever; I just figured it was time people knew it
A voice cry’s out. People glance around, not knowing where the sound came from. They turn back to their life, to living. A mother fixes lunch for her children. A father continues working in his garden. An average guy sits down to eat at the Heart Attack Grill. A voice cry’s out
But what does the voice say? Can you hear it? Its far off in the distance. You can’t see where the sound is coming from. Again, the sound of the voice screams, crying out in the wilderness.
It’s cold. A nervous chill runs down your spine. You start to shake. This sound, this cry, this scream, this voice hits you again and again and again. You try to shake it off. You try to ignore it. You turn off your computer. You run into your hole. You hide. Why won’t it stop you ask yourself? You plug your ears, trying to keep the sound out now. FIGHTING to make it stop.
And then, just when you think your mind and body can’t possibly survive for one more second. It stops… You breathe, not shaking now. You’re still cold, but the shaking has stopped. You just breathe.
You get it yet? Do you understand? It’s your voice. You’re the one screaming. It’s my voice. It’s his voice, and her voice, and THEIR voices. We are all screaming. The world is screaming.
You are not alone. The whole world, 6.9 billion people are crying with you.
So what are you crying for? Do you even know? Do you cry for yourself, for each other, for your friends and family? Do you cry for the people you know and the people you don’t? Do you cry for the mother that gets that call today saying that her son has been killed defending a country, a freedom, for the same people that killed him?
Do you cry for the child that got beat last night when his drunken mother came home from the bar? Do you cry for the man on the sidewalk that life has reduced to nothing but a dirty speck of filth that we all wish would just go away or find some other corner to sleep on so we would not have to look at him on our way to work in the morning?
The truth is we all have a reason to cry. We all have pain. The world is sick with it. I am sick with it. It’s way past time for us to change. Well that sounds all fine and good John. You are just one man. What can you change? What is it that you control? You’re not a great world leader, are you? You don’t have billions of dollars to feed the poor, or to put an end to war. What powers do have over anything?
All I can do is show you the door. All you have to do is knock. “Won’t you tell me what you’re looking for? Come and see where I live. You are a stone. Follow me. Know that before now I saw you. I have always known you. You will see greater things than these.” It’s time to see greater things.
Thus endeth the lesson.