Within A Yard of Hell

Some want to live
Within the sound
Of church or chapel bell;
I want to run
A rescue shop
Within a yard of hell
-C.T. Studd

Tis my heart. Yet I ask myself – “Could I do that? Could I really run a ‘rescue shop’ at hell’s doorstep – amidst uncontrolled passion of the human heart fueled by the dark lord of world?”

I know that the Creator of Heaven and Earth will give the necessary strengthen to those whom He calls and sends.

Yet, I also know myself.

I know how vastly different I am to those within that world – to those who live according to another philosophy of life. A philosophy that sees no wrong in uncontrolled sexual experimentation or chemical use – a philosophy at home among the red light party districts of the worlds mega-cities.

A philosophy of multiple gods, spirits and forces – or of no god.

Could I survive?
Could I thrive?
Or would I wilt – driven inward by the onslaught of sensual and spiritual stimulations?

I don’t know.

I just know that I can not – must not – stay “within the sound” of the church bell.

I MUST walk the unknown paths between the safe concave of Christendom and the unrestrained borders of darkness – amidst the fiery missiles of both sides.

Following the Goose, I walk ever forward – knowing not what the future holds.

ελθετω η βασιλεια σου γενηθητω το θελημα σου ως εν ουρανω και επι της γηςc -ΚΑΤΑ ΜΑΤΘΑΙΟΝ 6:10