ETERNAL INK

Admin Thu 04 Aug 2016, 10:47 pm

I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept
God's book. He was writing so intently I just had
to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing
that made me stop and think; but, the fluid in
the bottle that was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter; but,
as it touched the parchment it became
as clear as water. The angel kept on writing;
but, as quickly as a wink, the words were
disappearing with that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice, but kept writing
on and on. He turned each page and filled it till
all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to
no avail, his efforts seemed in vain. He wrote a thousand pages that he'd never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that this awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black
as it dried upon the line. The angel wrote and I
thought I saw a look of satisfaction. At last he
had some print to show for all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be but strangely
the next paragraph became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller, the
angel's records true; but, most of it was blank.
I knew there was some reason, but as hard as
I could think, I couldn't grasp the significance
of that eternal ink. The mystery burned
within me. I finally dared to ask the angel to
explain to me his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful as the angel
turned his head. He looked directly at me, and
this is what he said. I know you stand and wonder
at what my writing's worth; God has told
me to record the lives of all those on earth.
The book that I am filling is an accurate account
of every word and action and to what they do
amount. Since you have been watching I must
tell you what is true; the details of my journal
are the strict accounts of YOU.
The Lord asked me to watch you as each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church, I saw you as you prayed.
I was told to document your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded all your attitudes whether they were good
or bad. I was sorry that I had to write the things that made God sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder
of this eternal ink. The reason for its mystery
should make you stop and think.
This ink, that God created to help me keep
my journal, will only keep a record of things that
are eternal. So much of life is wasted
on things that matter not. This ink saves
erasing, smudging, and ugly blot.