The Wealthy Man
I�ve tasted the life of riches and fame. I know the cost of being popular, having the world at my disposal. However, these things did not last. Why? Why have I been driven to believe this misconception of what life is?
While I was pondering this, a man came to me in a dream wearing a garment of stars and having an unrecognizable face. The brightness---the glaring light that reflected off of Him made my eyes squint to see Him.
He began to answer my question. He said �Even though the life you have lived made you feel comfortable, you have gained nothing at the price of your comfort.� And as I suddenly began to weep, He reached out His Hands and then I recognized Him. I saw it without any delay. I saw the marks on His Hands. I embraced Him and cried out for forgiveness.
Now I am left with just the clothes on my back and a memory of once having it all. Truly enough, my life has taught me that what this world has to offer is fascinating. It looks good�even tastes good---but it�s not eternal. I would now choose to be mistreated, to be left here alone, and to be forgotten rather than to enjoy these pleasures of men for such a short time.
So, my new found commitment is to seek after that Man in my dreams�the One Who holds the universe; the One Who has in store for me eternal Heaven. One day, I will see Him again. Will you?
Sam
Help Me To Remember
by Samuel Silvestre
I woke up late this morning
as the sun peeked through the blinds in my room.
As I laid in my bed wide awake,
The rays of sunlight helped me get up.
It made me feel fortunate
To have the assuredness that today would be a good day.
But also, it made me think
Of how it has woken me morning by morning
Just to spend time with me.
I ungratefully saved you for last.
I keep forgetting you're the reason why I live.
And like every grain of sand counts in the hour- glass,
so is my time spent with you.
Help me to remember.
