Lucy shivered under the cruel, cold rain on the night of her mother’s death. “This life is so unfair” she said to herself as she sat playing over and over again the very moment her mother died, in her head. Nothing was the same for this young lady. Nothing. She had no place to run to as she just lost the only surviving, known relative of hers. She was alone, terrified and lost. Her mother was her life. Death was all she could feel. Life was a sad thing to her, just like it always was. And it came with the rain. Oh yes, it came with the rain.
Stephanie sat alone in her balcony admiring and soaking in all the beauties of the night. With her precious notebook – she filled it with different moments of her life – and her magic pen, she wrote a letter to the rain:
THE RAIN
I promised the rain, that I would write again. I prepared myself for the peace that comes with the rain. I let my mind soar, and dive into the deepest oceans. For I know that I will survive this time. Seeing each drop of rain fall brings new meaning to my life. For in each droplet lies moments of my life – those times when I lose track of vision, and become deluded and blinded by what the heart calls “feelings”. Each drop of rain feels like a tear drop from a broken heart. And then I see myself (just as these drops fall at the edge of the balcony) at the edge of a cliff, waiting and slipping off protection till I fall, heading straight for the ground below. Then I land once and shatter to pieces. That is the story of my life. But the rain reminds me of peace and serenity, sanity and reality, helps me hear my very own heart beat, and then observe what life would be like without a moment of realization. Then the drops splatter on my face, make me shiver and smile. And I say to myself “what a beautiful world”. Nature remains beautiful, reminds me that if they can be so beautiful even in the state of disaster and catastrophe, then I must shine brighter than the morning sun! The rain speaks in ways only a few understand. The rain speaks to me because my heart, body, soul and the rain remain as one within me!
Kenneth was so excited every single time he went for his baptismal classes. He would sing his favorite song “Imagine Me” by Kirk Franklin. In his heart of hearts he was excited to be with God. He was enthusiastic, and filled with anticipation of that very day he would be dipped in the water, rise up and hear the Lord say “Behold, this is my son with whom I am well pleased”, just as God had said to Jesus. Because Kenneth was finally born again, everything about God filled him with joy; he could now preach the Gospel and practice it, while living a complete life in Christ. It was finally time for Kenneth to be baptized. His entire family was there to support him as he walked his way to a new life, a life of fulfillment and satisfaction. And so he went to the Altar with his big beautiful smile plastered widely on his face. Everyone could see the joy. It was obvious that this baptism was no ordinary one, it was to last forever. Now the Pastor read to the congregation all that the water was intended to do, what it symbolized. He said that the water was to cleanse us, to show that we are washed clean from our sins and that we have began to live a new life in Christ. Coupled with being born again, it symbolized how we should walk in the steps of our Lord Jesus Christ, who was also baptized so that the Word might be fulfilled. The water that day meant everything to Kenneth. Everything.
Harry was born blind, but he never wished to see. He was blessed with everything he ever needed, everything he could hope for in life. He was loved beyond doubt, taught how to serve the Lord, taught how to be grateful in every situation. He was a beautiful boy, but never had he set eyes on his own face before. Girls in his class fell so easily for his looks and charming personality. Most people couldn’t even tell that he was blind. He was trained well to use his other senses in place of his sight. But there was one thing Harry couldn’t do without, and it was the sea. Every weekend he and his mother would go over to the sea shore and spend a few hours, seating and taking in the cool breeze. Of course Harry could see none of the colors around him, but the comfort and peace the sea gave him was greater than what the eyes could see. He could feel every move of the sea, he was engulfed and in love with everything that came with the sea. And when he was to die, he would want to be carried away, only by the sea, to the land of forever.
