A man perched far away from God, a man who can only look back at times once glorious but nevermore, he has lost all hope in sanctification. His idea of God gradually became warped and tainted. He reeked of indifference but yet he still stubbornly holds on to the fact that God still exist. He is one very weary soul, no longer aware of his purpose nor calling and life to him becomes meaningless once again.
Like a broken tool sitting in the dusty corner of the blacksmith's workshop, once upon a time useful to the master but nevermore. It got tired of the molding, the pounding, the sharpening, into the fire and out of the fire, it just couldn't see the master's intentions. It then snapped, cracked and never saw action anymore. It now sits useless, oblivious to the potential it once had, watching as the master works through his other tools.
*Now after a run and much pondering about what i've just blogged, i finally reasoned over myself if God's the one chucking people aside.
Well it isn't really God who's chucking us aside. When it comes to Christianity, it always takes two hands to clap and it happens that God's hand is always there, it's usually our hands which isn't in place. The weary soul can become a wealthy soul if it is a willing one, willing to re-realize that God has indeed come to seek and save the lost ( which includes those who were found but are lost again).
