Prose and Prosperity

Stories give life. But the Word is eternal life.

Earthly treasure may shine, but in time they lose it. And like plants without the sun, we will droop without them. But the Word is an eternal, constant, comforting, warm, loving light.

Many things transcend, but in time they fall down back to the soil. But the Word transcends. And the Word stays, for it traversed the heavens, the earth and hell itself.

Stories come and go like a momentary spark, but the Word latches onto you, and pierces you like a needle, but what it injects into you changes you forever.

The rivers of prose may bring prosperity to our seeds of life, but in time they dry up. The Word, however, flows from heaven, and the doors of eternal prosperity are welcomed wide open to us.

Many are the minutes that I traverse between the seen and unseen. I often lose sight of the inheritance I was given with grace. But once seen, once tasted, once heard, once known ....... it's hard to turn back. The path through the gates are narrow, but they are wide open for me to enter.

What I speak of now, what I have seen, you will only understand later on. It could be tomorrow, it could be 10 years from now. But I pray you will understand, and taste and see the colours of an imperishable kingdom.