God doesn’t only exist at Christmas time!



By Stanley Collymore

It’s not vital that you wear your Christianity on

your sleeve in order to perceive that you’re

a child of God or a good and practising

Christian. Nor is it a necessity for you

to proselytize your faith on what is

basically a far-fetched assumption,

namely that if you fail to do so,

and what’s more aren’t seen to be doing this on

a regular basis such a perceived negligence

will perchance on your part prove to be

the nemesis of your accepted religion,

spiritual emancipation and your

concrete and meaningful

accord with God.

Trust me! You couldn’t be more wrong; for neither

the Christ in you nor God Himself would want

or expect for you to be nothing more than a

religious salesperson: super or otherwise,

but would rather prefer that you live

your particular life with honesty,

compassion and a scrupulous

willingness to lend a helping hand to those who’re

worse off than you are and maybe in desperate

need of your support; combined with the

explicit understanding and complete

recognition that the life you lead

and the person you ultimately

become aren’t due to the vagaries of fate

or some celestial, orchestrated master

plan but very much the freedom of

choice that was accorded to you

by God Almighty, when you

were born. And the caring

Creator and most loving

Father He undoubtedly

is, His main concern

therefore is that you

in return, use this

designated gift

constructively

and wisely!

©Stanley V. Collymore

23 December 2015.

Author’s Thoughts:

I was brought up in a practising, High Church Anglican, Christian family and community. Christened a fortnight after I was born I regularly attended church and by the age of eleven had played a number of meaningful roles in the congregation of my church from choirboy, Sunday school pupil, altar server to communicant and even that of god-parent.

My religion, family and cultural upbringing are the indestructible bedrock of core values that from birth have profoundly shaped my life and still do. No proselytizing or religious zealot me I even so exist comfortably and assuredly in the Castle of my conjoined Christian and ethical beliefs and which have always stood me in good stead when faced with particularly trying situations.

And the purpose of this poem isn’t to convert you or anyone else to Christianity or any other religious faith for that matter, less so to implant in you my moral concepts, which you don’t know of anyway, but simply to tell you if you didn’t already know or else give you a gentle reminder, if it has conveniently slipped your mind for whatever reason, that life is about choices. And since each of us who is psychologically sound in mind is still in possession of that freedom of choice accorded to everyone of us from birth, what decisions we make are our own and for which, successfully or disastrously so, we must ultimately face up to reality and take full responsibility at all times for them; either in this life or the next!

Have a Happy Christmas and a rewarding New Yea! And Very Best Wishes – Stanley V. Collymore, Snr.