Rants of a Crazy Man

Apex, by Caleb Stewart

I’ve been told I’m a foolish romantic about life. And there are questions I haven’t even begun to ask because I am young and naïve. Maybe that’s true, but let me ask: what is life anyway? Because if growing old means growing sour, then call me young; and if being alive means being cold, then call me dead. To you I am.

No, we can choose where and how we live. We can choose to live in hell. Or we can let the sounds of heaven echo in our lips. I think I’ll do the latter. I won’t wait until I get to heaven to live there. Because I know that if I open my doors to light, to love, to life; if I find the beauty in the most violent of storms; if I find the flame in the blackest of ashes; if I find the water in the driest of deserts; then maybe, just maybe, people will find the heaven that is within me.

We make life about so many things. Things like money, fame, and travel. But, I know it’s not where you are or who you know, but who you are that sets you free. I didn’t have to travel the world to know that a kiss in Paris is the same as a kiss in a trailer park on the east side, if filled with love. Love is what sets us free.

So this love… where do we find it? Well it isn’t just something waiting to be found. It isn’t the kiss of a human, or the warmth of an embrace. It has nothing to do with some building on the street corner called a church. Love is a person. And yes, Love created the kiss. Love created sex and wine. Love built mountains and killed giants. Love did all of that and Love also made you. And whether you know it or not, you’ve been trying to find your way back to Him ever since.

Love sacrificed the thing that He loved most for you. And Love stands even now, at your door, knocking, with tears in His eyes, waiting for you to come and open it. He wants to fill every part of your life: even the sex and the wine. The only way to truly enjoy those things is in Him.

But it’s okay if you still want to say I’m a foolish romantic. You can call me religious or even stupid. But, I know what my Father calls me.

He calls me, Lightbringer.