Friday, October 7, 2011

FLIPPITY FLOPPITY FAITH


Steady, consistent faith will take you all the way, but if it flips and flops you'll keep ending up in the same old places over and over.
Pensacola Helene


One of D's jobs as a Snowman
There was this guy named D. Faith, the D was short for Double-Minded. Why his parents would name him that, nobody knows. Anyway, as a kid, D thought he wanted to be a writer one day and he had an endless intrigue with words. He would look them up, write them down, and try to use them at least three times during the day. For instance, on one occasion, D felt in love with the word succulent. He told his brother at breakfast, "This orange is really succulent and sweet" He said to one his class mate, "Boy, these grapes are really ripe and succulent." And later, he told his mother, "The food is good, Ma and this steak is really succulent." D's love for words followed him all through his elementary years, his junior high years and most of high school. He wrote wonderful essays and short stories to everybody's delight. D. received many compliments over the years and he was encouraged to become a famous writer one day.  

But in his senior year, one of his teacher said to him, "This paper is terrible. If this is the way you write, you need to think about doing something else with your life!" Words are so powerful that they can destroy much good.  The teacher spread his opinion all around the school and all around town. It was amazing how other people got on board with this teacher, even D's parents, his family, and his friends.  People started to suggest that maybe he should write as a hobby and choose a more reliable trade for his future. D tried very hard to fight this wind of change, but the words made heavy blows to his faith in his writing. D wrote paper after paper for this teacher and never got his approval and by the end of the year, D had decided to major in computer science.  In the years to come, D. flipped and flopped from one type of job to another. Thoughts of writing never went away. Some days he would look at the possibility of writing again, but would end up doing something else. D never believed in his writing the way he did years before and his faith in his talents and gifts turned flippity floppity. D. or Double-Minded Faith died at the ripe old age of 96 years old and he never became a writer.

Some of you reading this blog were called way back in childhood to do something great and unique, but somewhere along the way you lost hope in that dream. It could have been because of what someone said, or what you believed about what they said. But whatever the reason, the years have passed, and that dream seems a distance memory. And yet, it doesn't go away. The good news is that it's never too late and you still have time to change the rest of your story.

Whatever that gift is that's burning inside your heart, turn off the flippity floppity faith and pursue your dream today. I dare you!!!

Pensacola Helene