"It
matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the
scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul" English Poet, W. E. Henley
Beautiful One, recently the movie,
Invictus,
came out. This movie is about Nelson Mandela, the President of South
Africa, who was imprisoned for almost thirty years. Thirty years! He
hadn't committed a crime; he was not violent, nor unjust. He simply
believed in what he said, and was willing to take a stand. But, that
stand cost him dearly. That stand landed him locked up behind bars for
the better part of his life. Or, did it?
What could have destroyed this great man, actually made a good man, an even better man, and an even greater leader.
How is this possible?
Early
on, Mandela made the decision that although his body was locked up,
there was something he possessed that no one could touch. It had no
chains, not one single bar encased his most powerful ally--his mind.
Today,
as well as in times past, two kinds of people are imprisoned. Those who
deserve to be, and those who don't. Plain and simple.
Beautiful One, there are so many people who are paying heavy, because they carried life too lightly.
For whatever reason they forgot life was beautiful, and meant to have
meaning. Maybe no one bothered to love, teach, and guide them. They
grew up embittered and calloused, and sought payback on the streets.
Which among those in chains now, valued the truth that actions do have
consequences then? How many wasted their youth, fooled around, played
by the fire and eventually got burned?
What about the true victims of prison life--the innocent? Yet, no
one believed them, and were unfortunate to be unable to prove it. How
can we neglect noticing the millions of people who are forgotten,
abused, and often killed because of unjust rulers, and crooked systems?
They are serving time, like Mandela, for a crime they didn't commit.
What
fascinates me about prison life, is that there are many who are so
regretful. Once that steel door shuts, and the lights go out, the
reality of their freedom fades away. Many are remorseful, and even weep beneath the darkness that covers them. There is no doubt in my mind, that once faced with the consequences of their actions, the weight is almost to much to bear.
Knowing
how they took life for granted is one thing, but knowing that their
children, and families will now suffer alongside them, I honestly just
cannot imagine how that must feel. Maybe you have a loved one who is
imprisoned, if you do then you are quite aware that a sentence has also
been imposed on you as well. Some may not care, selfish and self
centered, they will not change. But there are more than we know, who
would love to reverse the pages of time and have the chance to do it
over again, right!
Beautiful One, you don't have to be locked
up physically to be locked up. If your mind is not free, then how can
your body fellowship in freedom? Likewise, you can be locked up like
Mandela, and be freer than most who live outside in the world.
One
of the most profound scenes in the movie is when Mandela shares with a
young man what got him through those dark days in prison. He made the
statement that "a poem helped him stand, when all he wanted to do was lie down."
A
simple poem. Words, ink on paper, helped sustain a man who watched days
bleed into years. Words that he rehearsed in his mind, day after day,
until he believed what he heard.
Sometimes in life, when we are
in a season of bondage, or darkness, or when the unjust actions of
ourselves or others have lead the way in our lives, we need to go-to
the one thing that can sustain us. Words, ink on paper, you know what
I'm talking about--the Word of God!
It is written that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every Word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. (M athew
4:4 NIV) It is also written, "Do not lean on your own understanding,
but in all your ways acknowledge him, [the ONE true God] and He shall
make your paths straight" (Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV).
Beautiful One, no
matter what imprisons you, you can be free! Maybe some of us have had
to learn the hard way. Maybe some of us are locked up because we acted
a fool, but so what! We all act a fool. The important thing to ask
ourselves is are we going to learn from our mistakes, or be a fool who
keeps repeating them?
Its
never too late to turn around. You're never too old to learn a simple
truth. And you're never freer than when God's poem, means more to you
than your daily bread!
We
cannot change what happened yesterday or reverse the mistakes of today.
Anything done apart from God is destined to fail anyway. Knowing that
God can release us from any chains that bind us, may we like Mandela be
able to say:
"It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the
scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul'
Beautiful One, just believe, and learn the Poem of God's heart--His word!
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