hear my prayers

Gazing out of the window of the train, hour upon hour I looked deeply at my surroundings. I thought deeply about life. Clearly the the question came to my mind. How does a human body even function for as long as it does? This thought came to mind as I meditated about losing my Uncle two nights prior to ALS.  It still makes no sense to me today that our body is made to last so long. In the world we live in everything that is made is made to wear out. Even for example you look at a car that is 21 years old going on 22 (my age) their are not a lot of those left...most of them are dead, ...and if they are still on the road they are far from trust worthy.. Or you look at a computer, a computer that is 22 years old is in a nuisance ground crushed under the rubble of washing machines and worn out fridges. 

Myself however despite my relative age...I am in pretty good shape. Other than the fact that if I went to a doctor I would probably find out that I need to stick to a strict diet, so to prevent my very consistent diarrhetic  issues. (sorry for informing you of that) Despite that I am probably in great shape. The longevity and strength of our human bodies does not only impress me but it leads me to a similar thought which i came to again while still looking out of the train.

The train had stopped along side this construction site. There was only this one fella working there. I watched him for several minutes. He did not work very hard. He kinda just shuffled this dirt around for the fifteen or twenty minutes that I watched him. I wonder what was going through his mind? Maybe he was thinking about how lucky he was that he actually had a job. With the un-employment rate so frightening that could very well be what he was thinking.  But most likely he was thinking about how he would have rather been some where else. Maybe with his family..maybe out with the boys watching a football game. One thing I know is it did not look like he was putting much thought into the dirt shuffling he was doing. As I was watching him...I thought to my self.. I am glad I am not there shuffling that dirt. Then I remembered how I have had jobs that were a lot worse than that guys job looked and I did not mind it at all.

What makes that construction job a mind numbing existence is,  it is with out christ. With out hope, with out purpose and with out love. It is mind blowing to me that peoples minds don't just blow up and kill people. Honestly is depression not that scary and not that dangerous? I think it almost is. It is a life lacking hope and a life lacking direction. In the middle of this depression I believe is the fear mongering, cloudy snake..The dev-myster, Satan. The king of lies and confusion.  As I road on the train...I saw this depression along the country side, and I saw it in the empty factories and I see it on the fear on tv. "The recession, 600 000 out of work this month alone?" 

Christ is the only answer...hope is only found in him. I believe this.  The difference in my life that christ has made I feel is very deep and transforming. I have told my story lots. But my question is...and I guess I know the answer...Does God hear my prayers?  Does it make a difference? I don't know...but its all I can do. What else can I do?...break through God...may people understand that they need you christ...through there brokenness meet them.. may it be deep, not shallow. 

Hear my prayers as I travel!