Balance

The balance shone in my mind. "GOD" was inscribed in the middle of it. On one of the sides was LOVE, and on the other... I don't quite know what was on the other. A mixture of Justice, Holiness, Other-Worldliness. In summary, THE CHARACTER OF GOD THAT I DON'T KNOW. I watched as the scales tried to balance in my mind. But each time they came close together but never close enough. There was always some other factor that prevented the two sides from any kind of agreement.

This was acceptable to my mind for a while, but then it started to nag. "You're a hurting man, and your whole hope hangs in that balance." I don't know what that voice was, but I heartily concurred. If those two sides never meet in agreement, I would be outcast forever, searching for a god when I had no idea where to begin.

The room that housed the balance blackened, and I could feel dark channels filling the void that was the light that had previously illumined my current location. Dark hands began to push me onward; the voices in my head were talking at such a rapid pace all the world's board goverment meetings could not compare to the raucous noise that swarmed through my mind. I suddenly became aware that my neck was in a noose hanging around that balance; and that too much disagreement would break me spiritually.

"Turn somewhere; to someone," a voice cried out. Thankfully, above all the cacophany that the other voices were making, this passed through those distractions and reached my soul. I made an attempt for my phone."No, go straight to the source." Oh, I thought, and looked around. There was my Bible, an unexpected gift from a friend. I chose the psalms to begin with. My eyes perused the ancient hymnal with a fervor that I had never known. I had never put so much of myself into a quest of which I had no idea even where to start.Psalm 34: 17-18. The adress was one of hope. I read the passage, and sat paralyzed for a moment. In fact, the whole world responded in like manner. Everything ceased from normal operating procedures. Even the voices in the room stopped.

Everything known to man was silent....

Except for the slow, creaking noise that a balance makes as it slowly places each one of it's sides exactly center.