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The Fall
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The Fall |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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I had been raised in God's love from the time of my birth. Instructed in Commandments and prayer. In the early Spring of my days upon earth, my heart and mind knew but one simple truth... Yes, Jesus Loves Me ! In those short lived days of pure innocence, I played and prayed without blemish. From Sunday School, I was never absent. I was thrilled by its sweetness and love. Within myself and my world, all was light and joy. Each Sunday I walked to and from the sacred lessons. Until one cold and overcast morn, when I did not return home straightaway. This happy cherub who loved so dearly the gentle teachings of a loving God's son; decided that on this Sabbath, so dreary I would, in tribute to my Lord, attend "CHURCH" No plagueing demonic legions that ever tore and tortured a soul could have matched the scarring leisons inflicted upon one blithe spirit this day, by one predestined decision. It bore no resemblance to Sabbaths past. From start to finish the aura was different. Dim light shone through guilt stained glass. Rows of black pews, forming an inanimate funeral march. Gloom and dispair hovered heavily overhead. All was dark and crimson. I feared that God was dead. There slowly shuffled a worshipping bevy. Their movement, as though under restraint. As if, under a yoke, hard and heavy. Some overpowering burdensome force. Where was the joy? Mean faced women scornfully frowned upon their husbands, daughters and sons. I too felt frowned upon, as I searched for some sign of Love. The crowd faced a wooden box, on a stage. Behind the box, there stood a man. He pounded it's surface and screamed with rage ! "HELL !" "DAMNATION !" "SIN !" I shook in fear ! Tears flooded my eyes ! The trembling was seen and the sobbing was heard. I wanted to run, but was fearful to rise. All, turned to frown upon me. Terrified and tortured, I could not stay. In the corner sat a water fountain. Like an oasis in the desert. By the fountain was a door. The path to salvation had shown it's way. Feigning thirst's tightening grip, I slowly worked my way through the frowners. I drank from the fountain and through the door slipped; dragging the harsh words behind me. "REPENTANCE" escaped through the crack in the door, seconds before it slammed shut. Where all had been LOVE in my young life before, I now felt unloved and unworthy. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of the "Knowledge" of Good and Evil. Darkness fell upon my lighted life. I learned that I was a "Sinner". The lesson cut through my heart like a knife. Innocence was shattered. I had been banished from the garden. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Love it.A fan of yours. martyjo |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
I love the perspective from which you write this. I also understand it completely. A southern girl would, you know.  Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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