Where do I start?
It’s been a while, looking back I don’t think we ever linked up. I’ve been meaning to catch-up but life seems to keep getting in the way. If only I could tell you how much I’ve changed since we first meet. Enough memories to take us to the moon and back, enough lessons to write a book.
This journey called life is something you can never really prepare for. I remember the first flight, 1st August 1998, me and the bro took a journey to a place far away. Mum never told me it was a one-way trip, she only said goodbye.
Here you go, in a new country looking for a place called home. This place I called home wasn’t Bus Crescent or Brocket Court, nor was it Wauluds Bank Drive, it wasn’t even the flat on Studley Road. Beulah, the church. This will be your home. This is where you’ll meet the family.
Family didn’t just mean your brother and sisters, uncles and aunts, or the dozen of Roses all over the place. I would tell you more, but it would just ruin the surprise. When you get there, always first show yourself as friendly.
Dad always said, God first, next its family and then the church. Always thought I could apply this in every situation, but unfortunately, It’s not always the case. To be honest with you, the sad truth sometimes, when it comes to compromise, that’s when I get the order right, but I’ll save those stories for another day.
You may be wondering why I’m writing to you after so long, or even where I’ve been. The truth is, over the past year or so, I’ve been trying to figure things out. This place I once called home, doesn’t feel like home anymore. Gone are the days of excitement and sweet bliss, memories written in the heart and friendship forged with iron.
Now I sit here wondering what are we really doing? Where are we going? Why does this all feel wrong?
What do I mean you may ask? When you’re old enough watch the Matrix. In the meantime I’ll briefly explain.
People are leaving, people are dying, but yet we seem to be taking the blue pill every day. Service as usual without batting an eye, this is the Beulah way. In due time, I’ll tell you more. This is the first of many conversations we’ll have.
Let me not bore you with 1000s of words, because I know you very well, you’re more interested in the next episode of Dragonball Z, rather than finishing the letter. Before I go, let me give you a little advice.
The talent and gifts you have are only limited by the limits you place on yourself or what you allow others to place around you. Don’t be afraid to step outside that bubble of yours, the air outside is sometimes fresh.
Let me finish with this. The first love I ever knew was birth on 20th December 1986, a man found a woman, a woman found a man, still going 30 years strong.
For better, for worse,
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
Till death us do part,
No strings attached,
Keeping no score,
Those are their vows, this is the Love of Christ. Have this message entrenched in your heart and let it be at the foundation of who you are.
That’s enough for now. I’ll be sure to keep in touch with you.
Till next time my old friend.