Volunteers and destinarians, yo-yo graphs and still small voices

What would you do to protect something, someone, some place...that you chose?

Did you choose at random? Was your choice merely a whim? arbitrary? without reason? How far would you go with your choice? Is your choice irrevocable? Is your choice.....holy?

Would you SET APART someone, something, or some place that you chose?

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Destiny.

It's a strange word. It's becoming archaic, in this world of numbers, extrapolations, statistics, "informed guessing", forecasting. There's no such thing as destiny, we would be told; this is a world of the "deserving". If you work hard enough, or if you do enough or know enough, then you deserve a place. You determine your own "destiny". Otherwise, there's no destiny. None, apart from what you create for yourself.

And strangely enough, no one knows how things happen. Everyone thinks they could have predicted it....but no one actually did. World events are really incomprehensible, unpredictable, and seemingly "random". Forget world events, even personal events, ups, downs, sorrows, joys.....seem random and unpredictable. A function of "drawing lots".

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Destiny is a two-edged thing. There are delusional 'destinarians' and true 'destinarians'. The delusional destinarians assume a self-appointed, self-determined 'destiny'. That is, they choose themselves over all else; they believe in their 'destiny' alone.

True destinarians know who chose them. They know that they are not deserving, but were still chosen. They claim that 'deserves' has nothing to do with being chosen....they believe in being called, not being proud, self-proclaimed volunteers. They are unsung; even though destiny sits heavy on their shoulders, they live it out single-mindedly without calling attention to themselves.

True destinarians know that mere outward heroism will not cut it - it must be heroism in truth. The truest heroism in the world has gone unnoticed.

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Who am I, really? What am I here for? Is there some meaning to it all, or is it just randomness and mere probability?

Odds are, if you have no sense of destiny or eternity, you may not think these questions are important or worth thinking about.

I know of one who chooses only once. And never revokes His choice. I shudder to think what I might have been, had I not been chosen. Because, this one never changes His mind. Choices are made for eternity and no one can stop or alter the choice. In every age, this one passes by, calling. And choosing.

The ones that hear, never forget the call. The ones that never hear, the call still rings out. But once called, there is never any laying off. The calls are mysterious, seemingly undeserved, seemingly impossible, hard to believe.....sometimes downright crazy, on existing evidence. And the called are a strange lot - a motley crew of all possible kinds of men, not all good or righteous.

And the 'deserving' look on.....try to volunteer, try to be chosen. And this one usually does not choose from the volunteers. Volunteers are too self-important.....

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Does destiny sit heavily on your brow?

Or are you drifting, living in a world of numbers and achievement, of transitory happiness and the noise of a 'carefree, happy crowd'?

There are calls ringing out; so many workers are needed for this day and age.....the work is eternal, with a reach beyond the grave; there is a crying need for signposts, banners and pointers-to-the-way. For those who care for the spirit of man and not only for the body and the soul.

Too heavy a responsibility? Too intangible? Too obscure? Pass on, friend.....the call is not for you. Perhaps you heard only an electronic blip......the numbers will continue to whirl anyway and the yo-yo graphs are calling. Rationalise, rationalise! All things being equal, that was a 'Momentary Lapse of Reason'.

Would you be called? Mankind needs you. Come on in.....let your destiny take its course. In your mouth, the words of life form even now. You must speak them. Ears, eyes and hearts......will open like flowers. Your destiny is not merely your own......it is from one who called you and commissioned you.