The year is 2008 and my name is Lynel Coetzer, people know me as Rekara.
The world as I have known it for 24 years has been blackened by hatred, violence and greed. The feud over oil is consistent as war between countries continues to rage claiming more and more lives each day as destruction fills the lungs of those innocently trying to survive it. Churches battle daily to keep their names and purpose above the blackened smears brought upon them by sinful fathers and conspiracies that elevate thoughts of doubt and anger to men and women who are looking for Christ, for salvation. Politics now exists not only in governments but in schools, churches, homes, court rooms, news stations and even the little store where we buy our daily bread and milk. Crime escalates in forms almost unspeakable, remaining constant as those paid to protect and serve fall to the corruption that exists within every man, woman and child on this planet. Alive in this world where there is no sense of time, direction or construct. Throughout the world there are countries starving and hope failing as each second of time clicks past as dictators and rulers battle it out with words and slogans. Children as young as five years old are made to be warriors and while the rich comfortably execute their daily lives, the poor are dying. Suddenly more storms and natural disasters occur around the world and its seen as a mere phenomenon.
Pregnant woman get shot and stabbed in their stomach for something as trifle as a cellular phone. Boys and girls are traded like slaves to perform the sickest of sexual acts while being pumped with drugs. High school children are now armed with semi automatic weapons because there is no one around to listen. Innocents are butchered for the past and cultural wars silently taunt the sidewalks. Oceans are being fished near empty and the earth itself is dying every day from obnoxiousness. Animal abuse is now a word on everyone’s tongue and crime overall is dominant through any shape way or form.
As I sit here in this dark place, toxic with anger and vengeance and hatred, I wonder if one man is enough to make a change. If one voice is enough to alert others to react and take a stand not only for themselves, but for the planet and the innocents that are so afraid and alone. Can one voice bring together an army of men and women to stop the injustices that brings tears to God’s loving eyes.
The voice of Jesus Christ was meant to do that, yet since his resurrection this world, us men and women have gotten more vile and rotten in mind and now we sit on the edge of total annihilation waiting for the world to finally give in, for the phenomenon to be reality, our punishment for being.
What sadness does our Lord possess at each rising of the sun or moon when the world He created so lovingly for us has been turned to black and corrupted?
For any of us to take the time, to really take the time to think about all the injustices, crimes, cruelties and madness of the present world we are brought to anger and dismay. Yet God loves us, Jesus Christ was put to the cross in such a cruel and violent way for us. Can anything be undone now? Will it make any difference?
What are we doing?
This nightmare I am in is breaking at me, I feel so worn and raped of my humanity, my purpose and my existence as a life in the world. While I am here in this decaying place, I wonder how soon it will be before the world as I have known it for 24 years becomes the same horrible nightmare.
I believe that one voice can change the world.
I believe that one man can open the eyes of those so blind.
I believe that one voice can call the world together to act against the insanity of our lives.
I believe that one man can, if his voice will be strong enough to be heard by all of mankind to stand together as one race, one creation.
Who is this man? Is it one divine being? Is the voice of God or His beloved son Jesus Christ the only voice that can make us all realize what we are meant for, or warn us of what we have become?
I believe that with faith, love and trust in Him anyone can bring forth change in the world. Perhaps as I remain trapped inside this nightmare I will find truth to this thought, this faith that I have. Perhaps it is these thoughts, that choice I made that afternoon…perhaps that is why I am here in this dark and cold, terrifying reality of apparition…
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