Madness

by Symolean
Saw Him full of vigour, nonchalantly going about
his business of carrying dirt from one dustbin to
the other. He felt so sure of what he was doing
that I stopped to observe him. He wasn't
ashamed of what he was doing neither was he
intimidated by the eyes of men who suspended
their businesses just to in the name of pity.
Many made mockery of his garment yet he
remained undaunted by their cruelsome remarks.
Then as if he remembered something, he started
a wild race. Maybe he's got a problem to
fix,maybe he saw death coming with all its
armours? Nobody could really tell but all I know
is that he must have sensed trouble in the
neighborhood, he must have felt an urgency in his
spirit that motivated such a wild race.
As I continued in my observation of this fellow, I
found myself asking questions which I really
couldn't provide answers to.
Here are your own share of then: you claim to be
so mad about Jesus, when last did you go about
his business even when it seems your friends
would call you a religious fanatic? Do I ever do
his work as though they were mine with
happiness? Do I really care about God's
business?
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Manahill Naik

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March 30, 2015 - 09:46 splendid :)
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March 30, 2015 - 20:13 thanks

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