the most significant day

This normal day was about to be the most significant day of his life. He sat in front of the TV, remote in hand – his favorite place to be. He was bouncing between two news programs comparing their coverage of the same mediocre stories. It was kind of fun to see how vastly different the two could look at the same event. Sometimes they even covered completely different stories revealing what each station deemed newsworthy. Both of them were revealing their world view assuming everyone else agreed with them. He remembered thinking, "Nowhere else in the universe could you witness two people unpacking the same story with such little unity."

It happened suddenly. There was no time for shock. The room seemed to get smaller and the TV got bigger. Darkness filled the room that made the illumination of the visual electronic entertainment box take an overwhelming dominance.

The screen went black with a thin red line running horizontally across the center of the screen. On the top half the picture slowly faded from black to the most brilliant purple he had ever seen. The bottom half continued to fade until it reached a dull fog that could only be described as colorless.

Then words began to scroll across the top. They crawled slow enough to read, but fast enough that it required an almost sub-conscience reading. The top words came on the screen first, the bottom seemed to follow, almost responding to the top.

"You are loved," was the first line on the top. "You are tolerated," was the print on the bottom.

Top, "I believe in you." Bottom, "You're not worth believing in."

Top, "I want to cleanse you." Bottom, "You're a pervert."

Top, "We can work together." Bottom, "Your mistakes will last forever."

As he watched and read in silence he found himself wanting to believe the top. As soon as he realized that the red line fell downward making the top half bigger than the bottom. The words continued.

Top, "You are my child." Bottom, "Orphan."

Top, "Let me fill you." Bottom, "You have enough strength."

He found himself engaging with top words and sometimes not even noticing the bottom. The red line slid down more.

Top, "I have a wonderful gift for you."

Bottom, "You are worthles…"

Top, "Let me give you eternity."

Bottom, "Life is hopele…"

Top, "You are wonderfully made."

Bottom, "You have no val…"

Soon he stopped looking at the bottom and was allowing the top lines to feed him like a hungry bird would be fed by its mother. It was a great hour. Learning about what was true and what was a lie. He realized how many times he had believed the lies about his life story. It was time to let the truth rewrite how he lived his life story.

That day he understood that the truth isn't there to contradict the lie. The lie was there to contradict the truth. The truth was first and it was stronger. That changed how he viewed the conflicting voices in his soul about himself, and even others. Soon the weakest was the smallest and easiest to ignore.

There was somewhere else in the universe that stories didn't match, his life. And it was time to live the one that was true and ignore the one that wasn't.

This normal day was the most significant day of his life. This was the day he started letting God tell his life story.

May It Be So In Your Life,

Pastor Dave