What Happens While You Blink

It takes .00001 seconds to blink.
In that time you are completely blind. Your arms stay flat at your sides and your legs continue to hold you up, but for one hundred-thousandth of a second your environment owns you. While your eyes rest for a moment things happen all around the world. The greatest mind of our generation is completing revolutionary work. The most talented hands just finished a masterpiece. A voice that sounds like that of an angel was just discovered. While this happened, your eyes weren’t even open.
You will never get that a hundred-thousandth of a second back.
A pair of feet just found a rhythm that no one else will ever be able to match. A medical sketch was just drawn that will one day save your uncle’s life.
You keep doing that, friend! You continue to blink and let the world go on without you. What have you done? Have you even begun to build a legacy? Why are you waiting on the edge of the pool? You could do it, you know. You could be that person. Instead of standing there blinking and hearing; chose to move. While you run to make up for lost time the wind will cause you to blink more and more. Time is being wasted, my friend. See what you are capable of. Look at what God gave you and become a force of innovation.
You see, changing the world is part of the job requirement in our lives. You could choose to let everyone else make up for what you chose to not do, or you could embody the greatness that was given to you.
Now someday you will make it to the Hall of Worldchangers. And when you walk up those steps you will blink. Now your blinking is not time wasted. You worked and your eyes were dry through the struggles but now you can blink and replenish them with the movement of the world. Stamp His name on your accomplishments and you will be blessed.


Why I Smile When I Should Cry

Tears, how wasteful. The fish in the ocean could use my unneeded tears to live on. I should not give them away so easily. I see horrible things. I see hurt, death and pain but I know there is A Hope.

I could cry. Really, I could. I could fling myself in my room and hide while filling my hands with tears. Why don’t I?

A Hope stops me from doing these bland and blank things, that’s why.

I smile at the thought of this salvation. Hope is a curious concept, is it not? This Hope opens my eyes and I see things. I see rain that drenches the dry desert of hurt. I see sunlight that illuminates the sting of death. I see arms outstretched to embrace my pain-torn body.

This Hope is alive.

I could cry when I see injustice, cruelty or heartbreak. This would be justifiable, really. Instead I choose to hold on to this Hope. As I cling to this Hope I feel things. I feel a swift wind of justice swirling through the world, fixing what is wrong. I feel a blanket of rightness covering those who have been the victim of cruelty. Lastly I feel warm, rolling waters overtaking the pain of a broken heart, soothing them.

This Hope makes me smile. It lights up my eyes and takes me home. This Hope holds me back from sadness. As I bow my head to cry this Hope lifts me and says, “There is no need for that.”

And I believe in this Saving Hope, why should I deny what I not only see, but feel as well?


Why I am a bystander.

Life seems to happen all around me. Things and people are coming and going as if they are programmed to. I could join the shuffle of life that packs cities and crowds areans but instead I tuck my loose hair behind my right ear and grab my pen. I sit on the roots of a nearby tree and I watch the world tell me a story. The world is a very serious writer but I try to pick out what I should re-tell. Maybe God made me to be a bystander, but maybe I’m sitting back so that standing up will be much easier. If so, thank you God.

–Aris Angle