A powerful story. A young boy forced to fight, to kill, to harm, to save his life, others lives, even the world, maybe. A child barely old enough to hold a gun sent out to destroy others.
“Center on the target, pull the trigger. Center on the target, pull the trigger. Center on the target, pull the trigger.”
Enough!
Maybe again. Maybe not such a powerful story. A young woman gets up and goes to work every day. Feels the pressure that today might be the day she is losing her job, every day. She’s not good enough, everyday. Comes home and cries. Every day.
“Don’t let it happen again! You are worthless! Get out of my sight!”
Enough!
These lives are unfamiliar ceilings, and so often it seems that each day is like an unfamiliar ceiling. We wander around in under it, looking around in puzzled confusion. At the end of the day, we go to bed, and stare up at it and ponder. Wonder what life would be like if... Wonder what life would be like if we had a place to call home. A place without an unfamiliar ceiling?
Do you really have a place to call home? Sometimes it seems like time is not a home, that time is there to push against, push away, keep us away from knowing what love is, what trust is, what home is. Sometimes, it takes forever for a person to find a place to call home. Sometimes, a person never finds it. Sometimes a person stays in that place all their life.
Yet all our lives we constantly search for home and family, for a place to stay and put down our roots, for people who care and love us. We constantly look for a place with a familiar ceiling, one that doesn’t shun us or make us wonder why.
Why do we let our lives become unfamiliar ceilings? Why do we constantly fight against one of the greatest unifiers in the history of the world; the home? These days it seems like the home isn’t a place to be with family, it’s just a place to sleep, eat, and get a shower before heading off to one of your three jobs. Divorce and quick “shack up” marriages destroy the value of the home, making children and adults truly believe that the home isn’t a good place, that home is a divider.
What about you?
Maybe someday, hopefully you’ll look back and see home, not an unfamiliar ceiling.
Peace,
Beebes