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I was walking in the forest today, and I met a man named Jack. He asked me, who made that sun that shines upon us? I answered: "I don't know..." And he told me that God did. He spent some time with me, walked with me, and told me that no matter how much a man may go to church, or how much money he may give, he will go to hell until he accepts Jesus as his saviour into his life. As much as I could I wanted to believe him. I did not tell him what I thought when I thought who made the sun, for he was old, and I don't think he would have listened to a young man like me, but I would have kept on saying "I don't know; I can't feel God," and I think that would have made the man sad. He told me that it didn't matter the intelligence of the person; just believe. But my intelligence, whether it be good or bad, limits me from feeling God. So what is it that I am? Intelligent or not, that I can question God?
I later met a tree. I was walking along a path in a field outside of the forest, and there was a tree, out in the middle of snow-covered grass. I felt so drawn to the tree, I walked up to it, and talked to it. It listened to me, and showed me its wisdom. It showed me that it's okay to stand out where it's stuck, which for it, was the middle of the field. It seemed happy, it seemed content. But it showed me something about myself: I can move. I can get up and leave if I don't fit. I'm happy for the tree that it was happy there, but it showed me that if I'm not happy, I can always go to a far away place, and meet new people...there's nothing stopping me. Unlike it, I have legs, and I intend to use them.
Here is a poem about my day today.
The Man and the Tree
The man told me,
The tree showed me.
The man walked with me,
The tree stood still.
The man's name is Jack,
The tree didn't tell me his name.
The man told me things that I had never heard.
The tree showed me what he had to say.
The man told me.
The tree showed me.