The Tales From Avondale Project Bible 365 (Day 18)
The Tales From Avondale. It’s a title I have been working on for a few days now and I think it suits today’s subject matter. Even though the title in question seems like it’s a line from an Egar Allan Poe book I assure you, the story you’re about to hear is far from fictional and this blog can do one of two things for me. 1. It can either portray me in a sappy, sensitive an emotional young boy or you could see me as one of the bravest people you will ever meet. The decision is upto you to decide what character I am, but I urge you to wait until the story is done to leave your comments below thank you.
March 2, 1999 was the first time I saw a lifeless body. I was 14 years old and had just entered high school. On that day of missery, I became aware of three things. 1. I hate death. 2. I was broken hearted and three the devil continously played a broken record over and over in my mind. He used to send me visions and nightmares of my grandmother laying in a casket. This went on for seven years.
Sometimes when bad things happen people tend to point a finger at God. However God is not the reason for the bad things happening to mankind.
. How do I know this? I indentified the thief in the 10th chapter of John.
John 10:10King James Version (KJV)
10 The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. For a more assuring answer for the skeptics out there when talking about death we need to cross reference a few scriptures.
2. And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:
3 But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
4 And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:
5 For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.
7 And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.
8 And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God amongst the trees of the garden.
9 And the Lord God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
10 And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.
11 And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?
Growing up I spent many a weekend with my grandparents. It was a great way for my parents to not have to worry about me while at the same providing enough support to my other sibblings. My Mom said, that staying with my grandparents was a vacation for her, but what she didn’t know is that staying overnight at Nanna and Nonno was also a vacation for me. It was a vaction because I got to get away from my dad! My father and I never have got along, even to this day, however, while I was with grandma, it was good times. It was a happy time and one that I relished for many reasons. I never felt loved at home, but when I went to my grandparents for the weekend all the turmoil I suffered during the week at home went away the moment I walked into Nonno’s house. How beautiful the feeling. I also ate really well while visiting for the weekend. I loved my grandfather’s spaghetti. I loved my grandmother’s hugs. I espeically loved my grandfather’s tomato salad. On weekends, I also spent time going to church. We went to Catholic services, however I was far to young to ever remember anything that was said during the services. My biggest concern at ages of nine and ten were what cool new video games were on sale down at the local video store? Little did I know only short years later my grandmother would depart from me. I think the reason I took the loss so hard was because I showed her so much love and she showed so much in return. I was concerned over the fact that I would never experience that kind of love from my own parents. I grew up in a home where I was always battling my parents over anything. I grew up in a home where I was bedridden for most of my early childhood because of the operations I had to endure. However even though I suffered a great deal of pain and shed a fair amount of tears, I began study the Psalms. The Bible always brought me great comfort when I was being tried and tested in a spiritual war that I had no idea existed yet. I knew a little bit, but when I came in to the truth a year and half ago I got a dose of just how real the devil and his goonies are. One of the Psalms that brought me great confort was Psalms 23.
As I grew up I began to study and more scripture. I asked the Lord one day to remove this pain from my heart because I wish to feel joy.Day by day as each day passed I felt joy but it took 9 years for me to actually feel normal again. Fast Forward 15 years to present day. I’m a Christian who lives in Canada has Italian parents and attends church in the U.S. aganist his family’s wishes. I began to realize that death had no power over anybody and that’s why I love the Apaulian Espistles lads and ladies of all ages.
1 Corinthians 15:55-57King James Version (KJV)
55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
56 The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
When I came to the realism and reality of God’s existence, I began to say to the yes, yes, yes, simply because I wanted to see my grandmother again. I wanted to feel that hug of hers once more. I can just imagine how proud she must be of me for seeking Christ Jesus and finding Him. I can also thank God for the kind of mother that I now have. I have a good mother and the reason I do is because I’m fairly certain that Jesus and my Nanna talk often about my needs and surprise, surprise they always get met on every level…. So for that I say Praise be to God and may he receive great glory in the race that I run for Him.
This concludes tonight’s message on The Tales From Avondale Project Bible 365 (Day 18)