innocnt@oocities.comThis gravel path was all too familiar to me. Dusty, rough and downright ugly.
I looked my left. There was a beautiful fountain with flowers and park benches surrounding it. Trees and grass were abundant, people were strolling about in the park. Some were reading, some were talking. There were people jogging around the park, there were friends playing frisbee.
I looked to my right. There was this big, ugly, red building where all the big people are, those who make the big decisions. There was a road between me and the building. Cars were impatiently waiting to get through the early evening traffic. Exhaust and noise pollution surrounded me.
How odd? I wondered how this juxtaposition had escaped me for so long. I was walking along the border. There was the serenity on my left, and there was the anxiety on my right. The park was welcoming while the building was intimidating. I felt like I had to choose to which of the two scenes I belonged.
I thought of my friends from high school. I met with some of them recently and realized how far away they were from God. I thought about my life for the past five years. Many things and many people have guided me closer to God. There were many times when I veered away, but they were all experiences which helped me learn more about myself and my faith.
I looked to either side of me again. I chose the park, just as I chose God.
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