A Messenger not The messenger

Sometime when I am resting and or writing in a book or even when I am writing these articles I have a enter thought that I should say or write something. Where that comes from I have found maters not in the least, but something that I feel should be told keeps nagging at me and the story I am wanting to tell should have been told several times before now but for my outward feelings sometimes is put a  aside and not said. I have such a strong push to put this to words I am about to tell it as it will not leave me alone. Over and over again it echoes in my head.

When I was a young man in Utah I had then and still do many friends that I grew up with and shared many of lives questionable moments.

One of these was I continually ask friends if they believed in the bible. Now understand this I was not a religious fellow; I just had questions that I wanted to hear their responses to.

I received what I found to be a “Caned answer”. They would invariably say I believe as long as it is, “translated correctly.” Many times, I heard this, and each time I would study on that answer, knowing in my heart that it was an answer that satisfied each one that said it, why the bible could be wrong. Or it justified the way they wanted to comprehend something else ,that was not quite according to what the bible said.

After many years of dwelling on this and that is not an understatement. I thought on this for years and continually remembered that “Caned answer”.  If finally found meaning to me that what they were saying is their God was capable of having men write the bible, but he was not capable of helping another translate it as it was intended. Why can a God be so powerful and knowledgeable that he can give one the ability to write it but can not give another help to translate it? Is God limited? Not if one thinks about it.

As I put words to this article, do I receive that which I speak of? Where do I get the advice, the subject the material to say to the world what I can’t help but write. I feel strongly that I am a messenger of something, is it God?  If not God who? What?

I finally accept that it does not mater if it is not God, but it makes sense to me and others should I not continue to put forth that which is in me screaming to get out. I know I am a messenger not the messenger but a messenger. Jesus was “The” messenger.

If people did not believe him then, and he told straight out who he was and still no one believed him. I know not where or why I am a messenger, but does it matter? If what I say is not a contradiction to truth and honesty is what I say bad? Am I wrong putting words to my enter thoughts and sharing them?

I have ask of the heavens for answers to my thoughts, but the only thing that stands out is, who reads, how many reads, or if no one reads, why should I worry, about what the reader thinks, of what I say? If I find comfort and joy in putting words to my thoughts and it is stuck in a hole in the depth of the earth does it matter?

Once again I find myself wondering what the purpose of this is? Have you wondered why you read the things I write? I guess we will never know the answer to that question.

A Messenger,

Verl K.