Wherever I go, I realize the need to look for the small indications that there are rays of sunlight pouring through every day's opportunity to look beyond the clouds of grey. When I was younger, I remember watching a movie where the lead actress crooned a few lines from this incredible song that still echos across the shadows of my mind.
" lonely, lonely.
Tin can at my feet,
I think I'll kick it down the street.
That's the way to treat a friend.
Bright before me the signs implore me:
Help the needy and show them the way.
Human kindness is overflowing,
and I think its going to rain today."
I guess when we realize that we've been kicked down the street, somehow, we pick ourselves up off the ground after having been shattered by hardened cement surface that remains sticky from dripping oil of rubbish that people leave scattered, we look to see who was the one that kicked us.
It was a friend.
After rubbing dirt out of our eyes from the sand that was kicked up, we wipe off the blood off of our knees and peer ahead. Hearing the footsteps of our former friend walking away from our presence, we notice a brightly colored flag ahead in the pathway.
It may not be much in the eyes of the majority but in the eyes of those that lay in the street, wounded, its a ray of hope. The flag.
The defining markers that flag down our eyesight to which we catch into the optical nerve of our sensory system. These markers that flag our senses are those precious signs we wait throughout our entire journey. We may not see the clear fluorescent fibers of fabric woven through the flag with an understanding of its purpose, however, as we continue to walk closer and closer to the sign, it becomes more visible to the direction of where we must turn.
"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, there will be a voice saying,
this is the way, walk in it,"
I find great comfort in that paraphrase from a Biblical verse. Somehow, somewhere, there will be that sign, a marker, a flag, or a gentle whisper in the midst of the windy night to guide the turning motion of the journey's progress to see dawn's arrival.
Tools are hidden along the way in the form of markers of wisdom and guidance. Words and demonstrations of kindness and gentleness find their way into our path through the presence of family, loved ones, and individuals that gesture love. Those flagged signals often are burried deep in the darkness, as it has been quoted by the One who created us,
"I will show you treasures, riches stored in secret places..."
We will never know where those treasures are held in those secret places if we are not willing to walk into that dark place or at least, to take the risk of being willing to step out of the safe place and risk everything to encounter that precious treasure that has been hidden away for so long.
Sometimes those hallways or shadowy places to walk where the hidden treasures are not marked well with bright and colourful flags, but rather, by the culturally sensitive and humbled face of one who lives the life there...
If I didn't pay attention to those markers, I would have never been able to find that precious treasure that had been stored away.
I don't think its always necessarily a treasure that we would encounter in a monetary sense that would be similar to hitting the jackpot or playing Bingo in the smoke filled halls of the local union hall. However, the treasure, in itself is that flag that has been flown high to mark the secret treasure that has been so far under earthed deep within the soul and the dirt of hardened life experience.
Those people. You know the ones. Those individuals that somehow in some random and most mysterious way, embraced and warmed into the journey's experience, are the ones that hold the flag high for sure viewing of where the nearest treasure stored away in the secret place, so that we will know who our Creator is. Those people want the best for us, and above all, the ONE who made us, wants the best for all.
We must always look for the flagging. The flagging motion will lead to a flag of symbols, warnings, and wise input and advice by those who love, gently speak, and embrace the joy and peace of bringing unity back through the course of the journey and the flags that show the way. The ones that don't accomplish that task, are calmly encouraged to slide along to an area where the love of Christ can be formulated into their own preconceived ideas of the judgement plan of Almighty them.
Who suffers? The ones who dream to love and need the hope of life that can be brought by only One. The ones who suffer from the missed marker are the ones that are kept from seeing it by those who bring self-righteous judgemental opinions that break the unity of the flow claiming the missed marker as the mistake of the one who didn't see.
The streets are alive with the possibility of revival of hope and restoration to humanity.
One must work in unification towards bring about the peace that passes all understanding.