Alright, enough of rubbish, that’s how talking about faith sounds like sometimes. The rebel of exploration inside us, forces us to move into something new. Not search the same cabinet again and again. You know, kinda freshen up your mind and senses. That can be done as well through literature.

Faiths are countries. Oops. I couldn’t stay away from it. Anyways, let’s jump into it. Faiths are countries without borders. Applies to Christianity. I mean, it really depends upon what’s on the top of your head. That’s how thoughts guide you.

Man is good at creating borders, separations. Physical borders, to divided people from people. What’s that, a need? Then if borders be, so should be their cure. Word press, this great community is one cure. Youtube is also a cure. The problem in some places, you can’t take cameras every where, you are not allowed to.

Thoughts however, travel every where. No extra information but a flow pure word communication. Words written lay barren until you read them. Words written ages ago, like the Book of Genesis for instance, it can’t tell you anything until you read.

A man, some while ago received the first commandment, “read” and compared to ten commandments, it was bit easy one. The followers of the commandment made it just too difficult to read, made the message too complex to follow. Stole the sweetness of all that was given to them. I don’t understand why they did it, but may God bless their children, cause they will always have a chance to turn to education, in a fashion that delivers hope without putting constrains.

You see, words communicate. You eyes fall on words, light conducts through the air, to your neuron, and to the centers where wisdom and acceptance is placed. In all the process, in the beginning, you open your eyes. Can’t read with eyes closed.

Where has Jesus brought us today? Where has the power of confessions brought us today? We’ve have crossed each others paths, internet has made our world small. Half the charm of life now seems to rest with the life online.

So if you are a fan of technology, you don’t say you are awake, you say you are online. In terms of faith, if you are lost, you are offline, if you are found, you are online. That’s but not the internet, but your ability to think freely, outside the cages of human dilemma. Areas of mind where you’ll always find an explorer to guide you.

These excessive words, God knows there’s no business of priests and pastors here. This is more like person to person, or people to people talk. Letting your mind do the talking. When I dive in, there’s always an objective, to collect something, from my own words. Something that can help my faith and freedom.

Alright, let’s do a made up story. So once I was going to church, in the way I saw many poor people, begging in the name of God. I did not have any money on me, and money wasn’t going to fill their stomach. Turned my attention all the way to system. That how things are moving towards betterment, but one fault in the system can cost so many.

When I arrived at church, the pastor was speaking about importance of faith and its investment. That money is not all the investment we’ve got in the world. Putting your faith in something is a great investment, one that calls for mindfulness and carefulness. I heard these words in my inner ears, “You’ll always find more strength in being a follower of a faith that you know is yours. It’s all yours.”

Then the words repeated, you’ll always find more food, contentment, realization, knowledge, advice, kindness, care, and drive in being a follower of a faith that you know is yours. But I was more of a ‘fight the perfect answer kinda guy.’ So I left the church, and wandered off to streets, reached a park where people were protesting.

Yeah, you don’t need to turn a park into a church, just erect a cross, and those coming for a stroll might also find soul. Never wander alone, always wander with your soul. You are looking at different things, your soul is always observing something else.

Anyways, I kept wandering. Reached a river, where I meant a man that claimed to have lived for ages. I just knew walking with that guy and remain silent is going to be a trouble. So I asked, “tell me what do you know about Christianity?”

He said, “I know that this faith is not known to chasing clues, when there’s no one to pay and heart pays the dues, that’s when freedom and faith fuse, then no matter of faith will ever confuse, you’ll read so much, but there will never be a news.”

He told me to live a life of discipline takes one to compose oneself, but when odds are not on your side, then be a river my friend that never knows where it flows but it flows.

A boat arrived, I sat, a stranger took me to fishing. He said, “you know why I fish?” I said, “To eat fish, do it long enough, then you are trying to learn something from it may be?” And he said, “that’s exactly what you do with words. The big fishes, big words people chase and follow, mighty names that people bow to, but is there a word that can say I know you? I mean all these people preaching the holy hopes, do you think they are doing their jobs? Will you ever love any one who in the name of fear robs? Then follow the innocence that sobs, decorate your disappointment like a jewelry on the ear lobes.”

The fisher man told me, I can fish as much as I want, but there’s only too much that I can eat, so I fish extra and take the fishes back to my family. My family always hopes I’ll bring a good fish home. He told me I learned from fishing, you’ll catch all type of lessons in life, but it is the fishes that are there for joy that make me enjoy. Like the dolphins. He showed me playful dolphins that danced around the boat. Those dolphins couldn’t talk, but he translated them for me. That words have tails and fins. Fins of truth, that fish, no one can catch. Dives to the depths and jumps up from the surface as if wanting to reach the sky, then falls back to reach deeper. Keeps increasing it’s range. “Alright ranger, here’s my stop, see you later, Hallelujah!”

He left me on a lonely beach. And a man sitting on a bird came to me, circling around me and saying, “child your world is alone, you’ll keep losing until it’s all gone, we are phantoms of your magic zone.” Then he threw a bone and a dog appeared from somewhere an snatched it. “That dog boy, is your most loyal friend, now take this dog with you, and don’t worry how you’ll cross the ocean.” He flew away with his bird.

The dog came to me, I looked into its eyes, saw nothing but faithfulness. I was thinking, how to get him to get me out of the island.

All the ocean that you have drooled,
All the treasures that you’ve pooled,
For one lovely bone that you want,
Out of loyalty the bond you grant.

When eye took my off the dog’s eyes, and I saw we were standing in a desert. There was an oasis there in. The dog ran and drank water from the oasis. There was a tent, I went in there. A man was offering prayer, I asked him, “what do you know about Christianity?” He got up from his prayer and lead me to the horse that was tied next to a tree. I sat on it and asked, “you are not supposed to leave your prayer unoffered doesn’t matter who calls you amidst.” He said, “I have lived here for years, you are the only traveler I’ve laid my eyes on in years and years, when you called, someone called me and shook me by my shoulders, and said, ‘God is with you forever, never will be this traveler, you are not good as a worshiper if not as a guide, then what will you do?”

I rode the horse, the dog followed. The a satchel was attached with the horse, with some food in it and a scroll. I read it.

My friend, God punished me and put me here, so while I do not have any say in the world, go tell the villagers, not all of you are worthy that you’ll find an oasis in the middle of the desert. The death valley and their graves, a scorching desert never saves, so be very mighty if you follow me, for no one can follow the solo me, and there’s no use to follow the hollow me.

I reached a village, and gave the scroll to a man with turban came. He read the scroll and took me to a house. I knew whose house it was. I met the family. Then a brave warrior entered the room and all stood up in reverence, he came and hugged me. I asked him, “what do you know about Christianity?” He took me outside and gave me a camel to ride. He gave me a sword and said, “remember, just one swing.”

I carried on. The desert never ended and weeks were lost to the trip since I left the village. I had nothing but the came, the dog that never complained, and the sword with which there was no body to kill. I finally took it out and when I was about to swing it, the air spoke up, “don’t cut me with it, there will be no air to breathe.” I waited for the night, and tried to swing it at the night sky, the sky spoke up, “don’t cut me with it, you don’t know whether what weather will fall, hell or heaven, so don’t cut my chest open.”

Then I saw the distance between me and my destination, I finally swung that sword, the distance was cut open, and I saw I had by mistake killed the loyal dog. I cried as the dog died. When I was done cry and the agony subsided a little, I heard a voice, “I drooled through your tears, I am never gone, that which you want to lick is my lovely bone, that which you feel is my loyal urge, It’s my strength of which you feel the surge, I’ll be there with you at the end of the verge.” Those words made the sky and earth spiral, everything spiraled out of sight.

Somebody woke me up, I was sitting in same Church. The sermon was over. Pastor’s hand was still on my shoulder. I wanted to say something to him but he spoke up first, “I know you dreamed about something. I saw you when you fell asleep during the sermon. And I knew. See the crowd has left, but you are still here. I know that you are not looking for baptism, what are you looking for, a prism?”

“Sorry father, I don’t come more often, but where to go when you are neither together nor broken?”

He said nothing, gave me a guitar, went to the corner and took a scarf and a hat from the hanger, wrapped scarf around his, and left the Church, like he was a stranger.