Gatekeeper

Yes, there is the world. There are the schedules and the survival and the forbearance of all that sort of thing. There will always be clothes to wash, always be meals to prepare, always be someone to care for and something that needs to be bought or sold or repaired or replaced.

But for some, there is another world. Another realm, just as real as the first, just as tangible as the air you breathe at this very moment. Only some see it well. They are the gatekeepers. They are the fortunate, happy souls who lead the way from the sometimes gripping harshness of this reality into the ethereal portal of the imagination.

Ah, I have lost some. Some that hoped I might have found an escape from the drudgery that sometimes makes up a life. Imagination? What possible benefit could there be in trying to exist in a place created completely of the mind?

But those who doubt have never visited. Have never rode a sky splashed in purple and orange on the wings of a dream. Have never sat beside a soul from another time and place and learned of all that has changed, and so much that has not changed in the human race over the many years we have been stationed on this planet.

A word of caution to the doubters. No one can make you believe in fairy tales, can make you talk to animals or your reflection in a glass. None can cause you to think on your dreams long after sleep has left you, but only you. There are those gatekeepers, who can dedicate their lives to the vision of helping you see the world that goes deeper than your flesh, but if you consider them crazy, if you discount all their findings and ignore their stories, you will never see more than the hardships, and you will never understand further than your letters and numbers.

What purpose does it serve to sneak under the veil of time and space and join a gatekeeper on the mission of their heart? To battle the forces of evil alongside the brave heroes that call to our spirit with their courage and integrity? To steal away into the dark night with foes to face, adventure to be had, love to be kindled and fought for and sacrificed in honor of? What of it? Why is it important?

God. How can we not understand so complex and exciting our Creator if we can only except the devestation our rebellion has caused, and overlook all the beauty and life that He left with us, so we might see Him?

Truly consider this truth. Allow your mind to imagine. If you cannot, let a gatekeeper guide your way. See life. See truth. See the theme woven through every great story and line of poetry that has ever been penned or spoken or put to a screen to inspire.

And see God for all He really is, not what men have made Him out to be. It's a promise, if you look closely, you will see Him in most unexpected places. He will wear the most unexpected faces, and say the most unexpected things. And then you will understand.

He is the ultimate Gatekeeper.