Scars can be difficult to deal with. Being late in life and having an old scar removed instills much thought. Being shown it has no purpose to scar any longer is redeeming. We carry burdens sometimes for lifetimes we need not carry. I recently had a burden removed I have carried many, many moons. It feels wonderful. It does not surprise me it happened as I was praying for forgiveness for it. I would like to say it was what I was shown and what I heard. To me, that makes more sense.
To say someone had a vision has always bothered me. It, to me, is more like they were shown something. Calling them visions I can understand.
I always heard the best fruit was hard to reach, and sometimes required going out on a limb to get to it. No, I'm not talking about a pear or an apple; I am speaking of spiritual matters. No, they do not always require that; but, some do. Do we want a beautiful pear because it should be enjoyed by someone, or do we want to get it unbruised from the fall? Maybe neither, but maybe both and much more. Should we have to see it to know it is there? Maybe some of us understand it is there, but feel it must be for someone else. Maybe it is for someone else, but how can they get it if we do not share it with them? Maybe it is for God's family?
A dog falls into a ditch and makes the news when someone rescues it. Is that because the dog was alive? I pass the dead on the roadside all the time, depending on what area we are from and what resides there. Late one Saturday afternoon, a deer was hit and wrapped around a stop sign right in front of a small church. With a small rope and my truck, I dragged it to where it would be no problem for the buzzards to eat without causing traffic problems. When I went back, the leaves and such from its stomach mixed with blood was disgusting. Went and bought several bottles of bleach and a bottle of Lysol, then cleaned the area and scented it. Why? I had watched men from the church cutting the grass, sweeping, and women going inside the church most of the day for preparation. This happened after they had all left.
That was my job, and I don't even go to that church. Nobody from the church would know I did it. There was no hesitation, either. It was trying to get dark. Everything they had done for preparation had been marred. I hunt and eat venison, so am used to seeing that kind of death. I neck shoot, but have seen what other deer have looked like. How would the service had gone had I not done what I did? Did God use me to do that? No!! God taught me to do that, no questions asked. The world has racial and religious problems. It was a church of those of a different color than my own, not even my denomination of belief. Why place that sight in children's minds? The elderlies' minds. That smell the next day? Did it cost me anything? Consider it a tithe. My time is a gift to me. We know. Sometimes we just know what needs to be done and do it. Why watch others suffer when we could suffer in such a small, unrecognized manner? I felt blessed, not like I was suffering. Maybe it was almost like watching them cut the grass and clean the sidewalks. Please do not commend me for this. I have received my reward. Why bring it up, though? To share the pear.