It is my decision. So I go inside. The inside of the building smells of a mixture of urine and other chemicals. The song playing in the background is from the 50s. I bob my head up and down, trying to remember the melody. But I don't remember. I shrug my shoulders like I don't care whether I remember or not, and start to find my way to the center of the crowd. After all, I was not born in the 50s.
On my way to the center, I notice a few things. I see two young guys with eccentric hairstyles from the 60s. The first guy is much darker in skin color than the second, but they are rocking the same type of fro' anyhow. The height of the fro' on the second guy's head is higher though, say as tall as the empire state building, only in centimeters. I nod to them and they nod back at me. Maybe I am welcome in this place.
As I go along, I notice a young woman sitting on the floor. She seems to be playing a musical instrument, maybe a flute. As I look a little bit closer, I realize that I am wrong. She is not playing a flute. She is smoking something from a personalized carved Korean pipe made of bamboo and metal. No one is disturbing her. The rest of the people are ignoring whatever it is she is smoking and they are minding their own business. So I do the same, I mind my own business. But I start to feel a little bit weird, like what in the world am I doing here?
I move even further to the center, where the major activity is. To my utter regret, I find lots of people at the center, heaped over each other like a sand cake. They seem to be laughing and shouting and enjoying themselves, I do not understand what for. The person at the bottom of the heap seems to be crying loudly for help though. Suddenly, I realize that this is not my place. I realize that I am not where I am supposed to be. So I turn around and change my mind. I begin to find my way out of this place. I make another decision. Yes, it was my decision to come here in the first place, but I know I also have the golden opportunity to trade places.
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Many times we find out that we are not where we are supposed to be. All of a sudden, you wake up in the morning and go through the motions...again! You do what you're supposed to do without any feelings, without any passion.
But today, I'd like to announce something: you can definitely choose to trade places! If it seems like you are not in the center of God's will for your life, why don't you just get up and BE at the center? Oh, of course it is easier said than done. But the thing is that, it is possible. You can choose to be at the center of His will. You can 'choose' to begin to do what He has called you to do. It's only a matter of choice. But in the moment when you make this decision, there's something I know that can be your helpful guide: the Word of God (as written in the Bible). It has helped me before, and is still helping me as I write today. Let this word be a lamp unto your feet...and guide you in the right direction.
"Your Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light to my path." Psalm 119:105
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