You Matter To God.
Perhaps, you don’t know then maybe you do, about stiltsville the village,
(so strange but so true). Where people like we, some tiny, some tall, with jobs and kids and clocks on the wall keep an eye on the time . For each evening at six, they meet in the square for the purpose of sticks, tall stilts upon which Stiltsvillians can struct and be lifted above those down in the rut: The less and the least the tribe of too smalls, the not calls and the have-nots who want to be tall but can’t because in the giving of sticks, their name was not called. They didn’t get picked. Yet they still come when villagers gather; they press to the front to see if they matter to the clique of the cool, the court of high clout, that decides who is special and declares with a shout, Your classy your pretty, your clever or funny, And bequeath a prize not of medals or money not a freshly baked pie or a house someone built, but the oddest of gifs a gift of some stilts Moving up is their mission, going higher their aim, Elevate your position, is the name of their game, The higher-ups of stiltsville (you know if you’ve been there) make the biggest to-do of the sweetness of thin air. They relish the chance on their high apparatus no struct on their stilts, the ultimate stats. For isn’t life best when viewed from the top? Unless you stumble and suddenly are not so sure of your footing You tilt and then sway Look out bel-o-o-o-w and fall straightaway. Into the too smalls, hoi polloi of the earth. You land on your pride- Oh boy how it hurts, When the chic Police, in the jilt of all the jilts, don’t offer to help but instead take your stilts,. Who made you king? You start to complain but then notice the hour and forget your refrain. It’s almost six No time for chatter It’s back to the crowd to see if you matter.
Perhaps, you don’t know then maybe you do, about stiltsville the village,
(so strange but so true). Where people like we, some tiny, some tall, with jobs and kids and clocks on the wall keep an eye on the time . For each evening at six, they meet in the square for the purpose of sticks, tall stilts upon which Stiltsvillians can struct and be lifted above those down in the rut: The less and the least the tribe of too smalls, the not calls and the have-nots who want to be tall but can’t because in the giving of sticks, their name was not called. They didn’t get picked. Yet they still come when villagers gather; they press to the front to see if they matter to the clique of the cool, the court of high clout, that decides who is special and declares with a shout, Your classy your pretty, your clever or funny, And bequeath a prize not of medals or money not a freshly baked pie or a house someone built, but the oddest of gifs a gift of some stilts Moving up is their mission, going higher their aim, Elevate your position, is the name of their game, The higher-ups of stiltsville (you know if you’ve been there) make the biggest to-do of the sweetness of thin air. They relish the chance on their high apparatus no struct on their stilts, the ultimate stats. For isn’t life best when viewed from the top? Unless you stumble and suddenly are not so sure of your footing You tilt and then sway Look out bel-o-o-o-w and fall straightaway. Into the too smalls, hoi polloi of the earth. You land on your pride- Oh boy how it hurts, When the chic Police, in the jilt of all the jilts, don’t offer to help but instead take your stilts,. Who made you king? You start to complain but then notice the hour and forget your refrain. It’s almost six No time for chatter It’s back to the crowd to see if you matter.
Their are times, in our lives when we look around and wonder do I matter.
We have dreams and visions of what we want to do in our lives, but we question and doubt will we be able to do it.
We may have people tell us that we won’t succed, we won’t make it in this life, we are useless, worthless, that were nothing.
I may not have been told that exactly in my life, but I’ve had people stare and point at me, call me monster, freak, and even today I have times that I feel people staring and looking at me.
To give you an example of one point, I was working at target, in October of ’08 during Halloween, and one of the Managers came up to me, and said we don’t wear masks.
He may have been kidding or joking around, but when I took my break and he came back and said it again, I didn’t take it as a joke. Their are times in my life, when I would wonder what does God have for me, how is God going to use me. Do you wonder the same thing? Do you wonder if you are going to be able to be used by God? Are you wondering if your past sins, will hinder how God will love you or how God will take care of you? Well those answers can be found in his word. It doesn't matter what sins, we have committed, God loves us enough that He will forgive us. He loved us enough that he sent his only son to die on the cross for our sins. John 3:16. If God was concerned about our past sins, He wouldn't have used his disciples, Matthew was a tax collector, Peter denied Jesus three times, Thomas doubted that Jesus rose again on the Third day. But regardless of what these guys did, God still continued to use them. Saul who was a murderer, and wanted to Kill the Jews, was converted, became Paul, and became one of the greatest men of the Bible. As it says in Jeremiah 29:11 God has a plan and a purpose for our lives. God loves us, and wants to use you for his honor and glory, because you matter to him.
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