I was going to write an insightful blog post today, but life got in the way and I am far too tired for it. So instead, I shall leave you with a few little snippets of writings. Enjoy!
The First Letter
Well, I guess that since you’re reading this letter, you’re either naturally curious, different from everyone else, or both. Whatever the case is, the fact that you’re reading this means that I was right about you.
Yikes, that sounded creepy, especially since you have no idea who I am. Maybe I should start over…
Hi, my name is Caleb. I’m seventeen years old, I live not too far away from this tree, and apparently I’m considered a Creative just like you.
I would tell you more, but I don’t want to overwhelm you; also, if you were to turn in this letter with my whole life’s story in it, well… it wouldn’t end well for my family. For a lot of people, actually.
I digressed, sorry. (I tend to do that a lot.) I’m probably totally freaking you out, but that was not my goal in writing this. I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone. Being a Creative is not a bad thing; it’s great, actually. The world you know, the society you’ve grown up in- it’s not all there is. There’s so much more to life, and you seem like the kind of person who is thoughtful and curious and brave enough to discover it. (I promise you I only eavesdropped that one time… don’t hate me too much.)
So, if you are who I think you are, will you answer back? Or if you can’t, do something to let me know you got this? I understand if you want nothing to do with me; I even think I sound crazy sometimes. (So does my sister.)
But… I understand you, Vanessa. And if you ever need a friend, I’m here. All you’ve got to do is leave a note right here in this tree hole. I’ll check for it as soon as I can.
Your (hopefully) friend, Caleb
Have you noticed that people naturally look more pleasant when they smile? Not a fake, plastic quirk of the lips, like people give so often, but a real smile born of genuine joy. A smile can make even the plainest face radiant.
There comes a pivotal moment in every person’s life when they have to be impossibly brave. They must be willing to whatever it takes- even risking their own life- in order to achieve the goal they know they must. This was Vanessa’s moment; this was the point in time in which she had a split-second decision to make: comfort or courage.
She chose courage. With a lift of her chin and resolve in her clear blue-green eyes, she stared unflinchingly at her captors and spoke the words that sealed her fate.
“I am a Christ-follower.”