Upon the burning of your house.

Imagine this:
You have a beautiful home,
a perfectly landscaped lawn, with hedges and bushes all manicured down to the very leaf.
Your home is set on the firmest of foundations,
is pressure washed clean routinely,
and your lights shine so bright that people from five blocks away notice.
You live in a nice community where your neighbors seem to care for you like you are their brother or sister.
Your neighbors claim to be there to help you if you should ever need it...

Get the image in your head? The house should look like this:

Now imagine this:
Your neighborhood is beginning to be overrun with people who are different, their houses not being as nice and pure as yours.
You and your neighbors welcome them to the neighborhood.
You spend a majority of your time helping your new neighbors get accustomed to their homes.
But while you're too preoccupied with them, you fail to notice that...
You're sprinklers stopped working, and now your lawn has started to decay.
You've stopped asking for the person to come pressure wash your house, because you feel like you're bothering him, and he has better things to do. Your house starts to accumulate dirt.
You find that the foundation of your home is sinking in, apparently your foundation wasn't as firm as it was made out to be.
Your lights begin to dim, then they start to flicker on and off until, eventually, they burn out altogether.
And as luck would play out, there is a heat storm in your area.
The lightning cracks and strikes, hitting your dead and brittle grass...
Igniting a small flame.
But you don't seem to notice, so you fail to extinguish it while you can.
At first the flame burns your home slowly.
However it seems to sense that you aren't doing anything to tame it, so it sparks, striking while you're oblivious and weak.
The flame quickly spreads to your house, engulfing everything it touches as if its a starving man seeing food for the first time in months, maybe even years.
The neighbors that you thought would be there for you do nothing, they sit idly by and act as though they see nothing. After all, their homes are still prestigious.
By now your home is destroyed.
Everything that you've worked so hard to earn, build, and maintain, vanished.
Your home looks like this:

Your old neighbors see nothing, they continue on with their daily lives as though the shell of your once magnificent home is still in tact.
Your new neighbors walk past too.
However they stop, tell you not to worry about it.
Tell you that your home was too pure, too nice, too perfect.
They invite you over to their house, they're having a party and figure it'll take your mind off things.
You go with them, after all, you have nothing left to lose.
Your old neighbors, the same ones that say you are kin to them, are gone.
They don't seem to care.
The only ones who were actually there for you are the outsiders.
Your urban neighbors.
Granted, their house is nowhere near as nice as yours, actually, they live in a run down single wide...
...but at least they were there upon the burning of your house.












This is some pretty intense symbolism.
Let me be completely honest with you here; bear with me.
This last month has started my last year of college before I prepare to get myself ready a Christian school, where I will be specializing in ministry.
That being said...This last month has also been one of the toughest months ever with my walk with Christ.
During the summer I built my home with Him.
Set the foundations.
Watered my lawn.
Constantly cleaned my home.
Was surrounded by those who were at the same level as me.


But with school being in full swing,
I started slacking.
I stopped refreshing my lawn with the purest of waters,
stopped washing my home clean with the sacrifice He gave.
Instead I covered my yard in a debris of sin.
My house is destroyed, or so it feels.
I feel as though its a shell, I look back to those days of my prime and I see the happiness.
But the light isn't there anymore.
The warmth that was in my house is gone.
And it its wake it left a cold nothingness.
I let the devil in...
And when he saw that I was too weak and pathetic to stop the flame while I could, he swallowed my home.
His flames crackled like a sick laughter.
He consumed me.
...all because I didn't want to bother The Restorer, felt I didn't need to call up my Electrician, didn't ask for the best Pressure Washer to come clean my house.
My home is gone.
Enveloped by the hell fire...


All thats left is the land plot.
And part of the foundation.
Its time to start rebuilding.
And I have The Architect, The Electrician, and The Restorer on speed dial.