Post by Jason Blair on Sept 13, 2010 16:48:54 GMT -6
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Proverbs 19:21: Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.
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“My whole life, I've lived for myself, and myself alone.”
Jason stood across the street from a small church. The day was dreary, and Blair himself projected an aura of hopelessness and despair.
“The thought of something being more important than me is alien. It's an idea that I'd love to reject. I'd love to go back to thinking that I'm the center of the universe, that I'm the most important person to walk this earth. I'd like nothing more than to pretend that Gabriel Karras had no effect on me. That what he said to me went in one ear, and out the other... But..”
“A purpose..?”
Jason Blair had never been in a church. His parents weren't religious, and he never felt the need to talk to God. He was apprehensive about going in, and decided he wasn't ready. He sat on a damp, dark brown, wooden bench that was beginning to rot on one side.
“A purpose beyond meaningless weekly victories. Something to live for. It's a lot to ask for. It's a lot to dream of. Seems this week is going to be all about dreams and the future.”
“Three men will walk into Battlegrounds, dreaming of becoming the #1 contender for Freakke's shiny new National Championship. Myself, Xavier Williams, and Ricky Johnson have been given a wonderful opportunity.[/color]”
“I guess the question for those two men is whether it will be motivation enough. Both are already former champions in this company. They've already had their taste, their moment in the spotlight.”
“Williams has been talking about The Road To The Gold for weeks now. Droning on about how he's rediscovered his passion for the game. About how he's going to earn his spot. Will his tune change, now that the National title is within his grasp? Will the National title be enough to validate “Black Jesus?” It better be. I don't like to give my opponents advice. It seems presumptuous to me, to think that they need it. But if you do not come to Battlegrounds ready for violence; there will be no road to the gold for you, Xavier.”
“There will only be the road to retirement.[/b]”
“Then, of course, we've got Ricky Johnson. The man obsessed with winning. Winning anything, and everything. A man who's made his name synonymous with victory, and championships here in the nCw. The question once again; will this be enough?”
“Surely, a shot at #1 contender for the National title only three weeks after coming back to the nCw, would be considered a gift to most men. But I think we all know that Ricky Johnson is not most men. Ricky reminds me a lot of what I used to be... or rather; what I used to wish I could be. Cocky, and over-confident are understatements. I wonder, Ricky, if you'll consider me worthy of your best.[/b]”
“I doubt it. If I were to guess, you'll leave your “a” game at home.”
“And then at least something will be at home, since you can't keep your woman there.[/b]”
A few silent moments passed, Blair looked up at the church, contemplating without thinking. Knowing what he had to do, not wanting to do it.
“Then I have to ask myself..”
“Would it be enough for me?”
“And I know the answer to that question...[/b]”
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Blair walked into a seemingly empty church. His footsteps echoed off the walls as he walked down the center isle toward an altar at the front. He reached it and looked around, unsure of what to do.
“Hello?”
Nothing but silence answered. Jason stood there for a few seconds, before falling to his knees, leaning over the alter with eyes closed. Speaking, and hoping beyond hope that someone, that anyone, was listening.
“I don't know if you're listening to me or not. I don't know what else to do, or where else to go. I'm at my wits end. I've tried everything else, and now I'm willing to do anything – if you would just give me a reason to. If you would just send someone to show me what to do, where to go.”
“I will be your soldier, and do your bidding. Show me how to live.”
A moment of silence passed, and then..
“Welcome home, Jason.”