Underestimation

I have underestimated things before. I hate it when that happens. Just today I underestimated again. This time it was more deliberate, but I still hate to do it. It' s a little like sabotage to ourselves. In a way it shows that life is bigger than we are and that we can't predict it no matter how old we get. It's just a reminder that we still have to have someone in charge of our bigger picture who does know about life. He made it, so predicting it is a backwards exercise for Him.

Oasis

It's weird that I should be thinking of paradise today. The sky has been gray all day. The temperature is cold. There is an 80% chance of rain tonight. I certainly have no extrinsic motivation to be thinking of paradise. However, I have mentioned my son twice today—my son who now resides with the Giver of Life on the other side of the time warp. I can't fathom his level of happiness. But, I think paradise comes as close as possible to describing that level of happiness.

Measuring stick

The word odometer comes from two Greek words. "Odos" meant road, path or way. "Metreo" meant measure or apportion. Literally odometer means to measure the road. Wouldn't it be a fabulous measure if a person could find a method for measuring his or her spiritual road. My good friend told me about journaling one time as a way to see the road behind. Of course, blogging is an offshoot of journaling. I go back and read old blogs from time to time and it is effective to see the footprints in the sand. As good as that is, I'm still trying to think of a way to measure rather than just reminisce or see particular moments. A spiritual odometer would be good for a number of reasons.

Night message

I am thinking on whether or not to tell a woman, for whom I had been in intercessory prayer for her son, about a scene that had been given to me about her son. Her son had been found to have cancer for the second time. On the evening before he was due to have surgery that would remove his cancer of find how widespread his cancer was, I was in prayer for the young man of age 23. A scene came to mind from a famous poem, "Rime of the Ancient Mariner." I have not read the poem in a number of years and there was no reason for me to associate this poem with the events of the young man for whom I was praying. Yet clearly and distinctly I could see two skeletons gambling for a person's life.

The scene is straight out of the poem because Death gambles with a woman on a ghost ship for the life of the mariner. In the poem, Death loses the roll of the dice. However, the night I was praying, the vision did not have an end. It merely had the representation of gambling for a person's life. I knew that if the roll went against the young man that I needed to pray for the stamina of the parents. If the roll went in favor of the young man, I needed to utter many phrases of thanksgiving.

3 days later I found that the die had been cast in favor of life because the doctor was able to remove all the cancer. My prayers after finding out have been for the young man to realize the gift that was given to him and for him to use his life wisely for the Creator. I am thinking that the young man needs to know about the scene from the poem in order to more fully appreciate what was done for him. Then again, we have never met. So, I'm thinking that if I tell the boy's mother, she can decide whether her son needs the information or not. She would more fully understand and appreciate what the Creator has done for her son. I have a window of time in which to tell the mother because our paths are not going to cross much at all after another week and a half. So, I am thinking that in a week I will tell her of this night scene that stuck in my mind, that the Creator made a deliberate decision for her son to live.

I am wondering why I haven't told her already. But, then, I think it may be tied to the fact that the Creator decided differently for me on one occasion. Banish that thought since my own son lived a year and 3 weeks longer than his original departure date. I better just deliver the message.

Spiritual image

I have truly believed since the year 2000 that reading and writing would disappear by the year 2025. I predicted a major shift from printed stimuli to video and audio stimuli by the year 2017 after a 10 year struggle within education starting in 2007. We're still on target. That means then, that people will have to be really good with words in the future. If writing disappears, we will more or less be making the image of ourselves through our spoken words. Image is everything. That is already true, but it will take on grandiose proportions in 10 more years. I am wondering what the spiritual image will look like then, too. Special effects will be big business perhaps.