The Soldier
By JacLynn Rose
I hate them.
Why?
Because they are who they are.
So why hate?
Because they are different, that's why.
So do you hate flowers?
No! What a stupid question!
Why is it a stupid question, they are different, right?
Well, that's different.
Why?
Because it is.
Why is it different, did the flower do something to you?
Well, no, it did not do anything to me. Your trying to confuse me. A flower is a flower. It does not do anything.
It exists right?
Well, yes.
Ok, then you have to hate it, right?
Why should I hate a flower?
Because it is there, right? It does not do anything but sit there. Ok, lets look at the flower, is it sitting there doing nothing?
I don't know.
Look close, you see the seeds in the center?
Yes.
They are the beginnings of the flower's children.
Ok, so?
Well, we all have seeds of sorts.
Ya, well where you going with this?
The seed can be passed on and create a beautiful life or the seed can be killed because someone thinks it is not worth keeping.
What would you like to see, a flower or something dead and lifeless?
So, ok, I would like to see a flower, what are you getting at?
We are all seeds of our Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, if you look at this the way you looked at it before, you hated Jesus.
No, I didn't say that, see, I have the Cross of Christ on a chain around my neck. I believe in Him.
Ok, then you just answered your own question. How can you hate the seeds of God. He made you, me, the flowers and everything living. To hate others for being different, you have by definition, chosen to hate God and you just showed yourself loved his Son Jesus, by the cross you carry.
Who are you?
You remember me, you prayed to me every night until you were nine. I heard you.
I knew, at twelve, you were angry when you lost your Mother.
I heard you at twenty-nine, when you lost your Father.
I heard you yesterday in Iraq, when you were wounded, crying in pain for relief.
Then why did you not answer me when I was crying for help?
I did answer.
Why didn't I hear you?
Because you began to hate. It blinded you to me. Remember I will always be here. I will always be here for you. I will always ease your pain, if you believe in me. I knew you had a job to do to protect your loved ones.
I knew you had disconcerting feelings about what you were doing. I also knew you had a spark of love still inside and I had to protect that spark.
Oh, Jesus, I do believe in you, please forgive me.
My son, you already have been forgiven, you were so blinded by hate you could not see it.
At that time the soldier woke up to see two surgeons asking him if he knew where he was. They looked like angels standing over him. He told them he was in heaven on Earth.
A few days later he woke up. In the next bed was an Iraqui soldier.
The Iraqui looked the soldier and said, I hate you.
The soldier asked why.
Because you are you.
The soldier asked, Do you hate the flowers?
The Iraqui looked at him with a look of puzzlement and laid back on his pillow.
The soldier then smiled laid back and went to sleep knowing he had been forgiven for his sins.
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