Post-past Message to the Future
Dear Future,
I do not know you yet, but I know some general things about you. I know that you contain many things waiting for me. I have learned that I will never actually meet you, but at the last second, like meteors that burn up instantly when they enter the earth's atmosphere, you melt into the one called Present. Present is always here with me, but I don't always think about my friend the Present. In fact, the Present isn't always my friend. Present and I never understood each other, once. But, things have been changing.
Your colleague, Past has seen me hurting, lately--even though Past remembers so many good things--and I have been regretting Past a lot lately. Well, that's because what happened with my friend the Present made it look like you were out of anyone's control, and you were cruel and reckless and waiting for my disappointment--and that it was all Past's fault. I wonder... why was it made to look like that? Certainly you had nothing to do with it.
Future, you change colors frequently and you change shades dramatically. I know. People tell me that you look bright, then that you look dim, then that you are getting better... were you sick before? I hope you're well now--but anyway... The people who tell me this don't know you, in fact...I don't know you. But here's why I'm writing this to you: I know the only One who knows you completely. He named you, He bound you in place and He holds you firmly in His power.
I'm writing to you, also, because I want to tell you something big: I'm not afraid of you. It's not that I hold anything against you or that I'm not taking you seriously or that I don't think you're there for me... it's just that you are often the one people don't like to think about openly, and when they do think about you, it frightens them. That was me too, before my courage came to me--before I knew your Superior.
Well, we're in the same boat, Future. Your boss is my boss. You are my every destination. So, I'm writing to you, lastly, to ask you a defining question. Because your Master is my Master, because He owns us, and planned our relationship out from the beginning of time, because all the people I meet and the tears I cry and every blessing found where you're at is mine, in the Name of the Savior who gave you to me, I ask you this:
Will you be my friend?
Sincerely,
>Brian Scott Pearson
I do not know you yet, but I know some general things about you. I know that you contain many things waiting for me. I have learned that I will never actually meet you, but at the last second, like meteors that burn up instantly when they enter the earth's atmosphere, you melt into the one called Present. Present is always here with me, but I don't always think about my friend the Present. In fact, the Present isn't always my friend. Present and I never understood each other, once. But, things have been changing.
Your colleague, Past has seen me hurting, lately--even though Past remembers so many good things--and I have been regretting Past a lot lately. Well, that's because what happened with my friend the Present made it look like you were out of anyone's control, and you were cruel and reckless and waiting for my disappointment--and that it was all Past's fault. I wonder... why was it made to look like that? Certainly you had nothing to do with it.
Future, you change colors frequently and you change shades dramatically. I know. People tell me that you look bright, then that you look dim, then that you are getting better... were you sick before? I hope you're well now--but anyway... The people who tell me this don't know you, in fact...I don't know you. But here's why I'm writing this to you: I know the only One who knows you completely. He named you, He bound you in place and He holds you firmly in His power.
I'm writing to you, also, because I want to tell you something big: I'm not afraid of you. It's not that I hold anything against you or that I'm not taking you seriously or that I don't think you're there for me... it's just that you are often the one people don't like to think about openly, and when they do think about you, it frightens them. That was me too, before my courage came to me--before I knew your Superior.
Well, we're in the same boat, Future. Your boss is my boss. You are my every destination. So, I'm writing to you, lastly, to ask you a defining question. Because your Master is my Master, because He owns us, and planned our relationship out from the beginning of time, because all the people I meet and the tears I cry and every blessing found where you're at is mine, in the Name of the Savior who gave you to me, I ask you this:
Will you be my friend?
Sincerely,
>Brian Scott Pearson