The Poem....

"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!

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!