The Wall by Mark Spencer

When I first began my journey,
Toward the life I have today,
I found so many obstacles,
That threatened to block my way.

Fraught with pitfalls and stumbling blocks,
At times I even had to crawl,
Only once was I discouraged,
When I came upon the wall.

It was high and it was daunting,
And I could see where others failed
So many tried to climb it’s heights,
But this wall could not be scaled.

And those who tried to go around,
Became frustrated in the end.
The wall was an obstruction,
With which they could not contend.

But I would not be defeated,
My journey would not end here.
To come so far just to turn back?
Not when my goal was so near.

So I got down upon my knees,
Began to dig with all my might.
Until I could crawl under,
That’s how I finally won this fight.

It was my determination,
In the face of this distress,
And faith that wouldn’t let me fail,
I have to thank for my success.

And so I found my way to God,
Though at times I wasn’t sure,
That I’d get past the obstacles,
But in the end, I did endure.

The emptiness that gnawed at me,
God has caused it to depart.
And filled me with serenity,
His Holy Spirit in my heart.

If you ever take this journey,
If you should ever hear the call,
Remember what I’ve shared with you,
When you come upon the wall.

If your journey towards the light is fraught with stumbling blocks and obstructions, most likely, you’re on the right path. Never give up! There is always a way past every obstacle. All you have to do is look for it, and have faith that it will be revealed to you. Remember, your obstacles don’t just affect you, and sometimes bad things will happen to you so that others can grow through your example.
As you overcome your obstacles, you show others how to do it for themselves . Just know that God will never abandon you. He will always be just a prayer away, to show you, through someone else’s example, how to get past the
walls that block your way.

Justus Isaiah Richardson (152.163.188.193) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 08:06 am

No more emptiness!
Funny you should mention that empty feeling. I used to wake up every morning wondering what the hell was the point. I would get up, go to work, come home, listen to some groves, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed, just to wake up the next day and do it all over again. What kind of purpose is that? I got this friend who's rich, and he had the same problem. He was busy all the time, but he wasn't doing anything for anybody but himself. One day, he pulls up to his office and there's this homeless man sitting on the sidewalk in front of his office window. My friend's last name is Carpenter. His company name is Carpenter Investments, which is printed on his window. He said, the homeless man was sitting directly under the printing of the company name. That morning, the sun caught the telephone pole across the street just right, and it cast a perfect shadow of a cross which fell across the homeless man and Carpenter Investments. Dave told me, that was the moment God entered his life. Mostly because of what happened next. Dave was gonna help the homeless guy. Get him some food, clean him up and buy him some new clothes, so he could better look for a job. So he reaches into his car to get his cell phone, and when he looked back the homeless guy was gone. No alleys or corners he could slip around. Dave said he just vanished. That was it! Dave was changed forever! He made it through his wall and four years later, helped me through mine. No more empty feelings for either of us anymore. Now we work with the homeless, to help them get back on their feet. When they do, Dave helps them invest their money, no charge. Unless they do really well for themselves and can afford it. As usual Rev. great message.

Justus

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