The Bridge to Faith~Fiction

As I woke, I found myself in a dim, humid atmosphere. It's an atmosphere where the grass is covered in dew, an atmosphere where I see and hear animals surrounding me, and an atmosphere, where it seems like I fell into a gloomy room. I look around. The large, tall, trees never seem to move, but yet, are watching me. I realized that this place is a place of fear, a place of hopelessness, and a place of misery. I couldn't stay here no longer, I needed to get out. I turn a corner, and another corner, and another corner. Every step seemed to become one closer to pure darkness. It felt like I was running into a never ending pit. There is no way out. My heart was pounding like the speed a hummingbird flaps its wings, but wait. There is hope, there is joy, there is light! I ran as fast as I could to graps the light. I'm getting closer, and closer, and closer, I'm there!

I pierce through the plant leaves and stop in confusion. I look to the left, and I look to the right, cords, I look down, wood, and I look up, trees. As I push the cold, wet leaves out of my path, I find that the land ends, but the wood just keeps going on to the other side. I glance to the other side, where I see white cloth glowing. And a man waving-- like a police man does to direct car traffic-- telling me to cross the unstable wood. I couldn't understand. Who is this man? Why does He want me to cross a bridge that will lead me to my death? A voice came upon my hear. A voice spoke to me in a whisper telling me to cross, telling me to have faith in Him, a voice telling me to believe in Him. That voice convinced me. 1st step, so far so good. 2nd step, I think I can do this. 3rd step, looking down and losing faith. 4th step, a piece of wood, breaks making me stumble. I catch my balance. 5th step, walking boldy.

Finally, when I have one step left to take, I look up with a bright smile and His hand was reaching out. I took it. His hand felt like gold, His hand felt Holy, and that hand is Jesus' hand.
I finally made it across. I stood there in hapiness and relief. All of the sudden, a roar from behind the trees, frightened me and caused me to lose faith. The loose rock beneath my feet crumbles sending me down into the endless pit below me.

I woke up with my heart pouding out of my chest, and my forehead covered with little water drops. I look around and find myself in my bed. I look towards the window and the light is shining through, lighting up the room. The birds are chirping and every once in a while, I would hear cars driving by. I sigh in relief, and layed my head back onto my pillow, close my eyes and fall back to sleep.

He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

On a windy, warm, spring afternoon
Laying down on the cold, soft grass
With blades of green tickling my skin.
As I look up to the sky,
I see the bright blue ceiling,
With little white splaters of paint
Floating through, covering the blue.
I stare into the sky, in wonder
Who was the creator of this piece of art?
Just looking at the sky, is breathtaking.
It's almost like, the creator was holding a paint brush
And that paint brush formed the perfect cloud
And that paint brush created every little dot in the sky
And that paint brush painted a masterpiece
That masterpiece now rests in his hands
And is now the most beautiful thing in world.

Pi's Taboos

A taboo is a conversation that makes people uncomfortable. In the novel, The Life of Pi, Pi-- a boy who was named after a swimming pool-- discovers a major taboo: religion. Pi traveled to Munnar with his father because his dad desired him to have a religion. Hindu is the religion his father was, and now wants Pi to become Hindu. "'Father, I would like to be a Christian, please'... He smiled. 'You already are, Piscine-- in you heart. Whoever meets Christ in good faith is a Christian. Here in Munnar you met Christ.'" (57) At that moment, Pi was feeling uncomfortable and this decision of Pi, was unacceptable to his father. A final decision was made," ... if you go to the temple on Thursday, mosque on Friday, synagogue on Saturday and church on Sunday, you only need to convert to three ore religions to be on a holiday for the rest of your life." (70) Pi now has to deal with all three religions, and struggles sticking with it.

Another taboo that Pi faces is fear, and Piscne's father needed him to experience fear. "I'm going to show you how dangerous tigers are." (34)At that moment, a goat enters into the tiger cage. Pi watches in concern for the goat as the tiger rips it apart. "I could feel Mother's hand pressed aginast my pounding heart." (35) This symbolizes the fear that Pi was experiencing and Pi couldn't watch any second more of this torture. The fear that he faced was a major taboo. That situation was very uncomfortable for him, and will experience it through out his life time.