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No Graduation...


   
  I would never want to go back and relive anything I've done. There are many things I wish I'd never done or would do differently, but I'm finally over the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" syndrone.  Realizing that even if I could change or alter history, who's to say that I my life would be better today? The history of human nature declares things could be drastically worst.  No, I'm no longer haunted by the desire to change my past.  I'm not delusional, nor am I futurist.  I am entering a new journey in my growth as a person.  However, my desire to grow closer to God has exposed my tattered clothing.  One doesn't grow closer to the light without shrinking the darkness.  But when the darkness fades, you can truly see how dingy your clothes really are. 

One doesn't get closer to a Holy and Righteous God without realizing how raggedy and "holey" your own righteous is. As a result, I was presented with a few directions to take in light of the reality check of truth.  I can patch up my own worn out clothes and run down shoes.  I can ignore the light, retreat back to darkness and pretend my dingy and raggedy clothes look good under the artificial light. Or, I could receive the new clothes offered and wear them proudly.  When Jesus resurrected Lazarus, he commanded the handlers of Lazarus' corpse to "Take off the grave clothes and let him go. (John 11:44)  New life requires new clothes, new mind, new everything!  I am grateful for my new makeover.  There is something fresh and awakening about a new life, but you have to be willing to be taught.  And I don't mean one or two tricks or techniques.  You have to learn how to walk!  I'm a life long learner, so when I'm not learning, I'm not living.  I want to learn from my students. I want to learn from my children, my family, my wife.  I want to learn how to create and color.  I want to learn how read and write.  I want to learn how to live and love.  For in God's classroom, there is no graduation.  There are only new courses to take.



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