I Am Your Ancestor
Bone of my bone....flesh of my flesh....
Diluted some, but there....
"It's the blood and bonds."
I want to be known by you;
ages from now, then.
A letter from me to you....
Just as I have ancestors to thank and sorrow for, so will you. I am one of them.
If I knew you, I was fortunate.
If I didn't, I am persuaded that I will.
There are many belief systems in this world.
I ascribe to one of them, the first in our family to.
Perhaps you will be like-minded, perhaps not, even another first.
King Solomon is recorded as having said it well in Ecclesiates:
"The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God,
and keep His commandments; for this is the
whole duty of man. For God will bring
every deed into judgement, with
every secret thing, whether
good or evil."
The great missionary of Christianity, Paul said, "For every one that calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved."
Your life and mine are but a preparation for what comes next, a time of testing and trials to bring about the glory which is to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
Never hesitate to call upon the Lord.
The goal of a life well-lived is to cause no harm or pain to another.
Never hesitate to repent of doing wrong, whether by intent or omission.
Remember that your life is not your own, but His who sent you.
He sent you for a purpose.
Seek to know that purpose that you may fulfill it, whether in small or great things you say and do, or if only by example He alone may know.
I am but one of your ancestors. You can learn from each of us, but there are master teachers whose examples and teachings can make straight your path to your life's fulfillment and a just reward, even to immortality and life eternal.
I wish you joy and happiness on your journey.
Others have had theirs. This life is yours.
© 2015 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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