The Bright White Light
It was a beautiful day. I was sitting on a yellow school bus and in an instant my life would change. Appearing behind my right shoulder it shined so brightly. The glow from this light was so intense that I knew I had to look straight ahead. I could not turn my head to see this miracle. I could only look straight ahead and feel the warmth of its presence. It began to speak so gently to me with words that were not spoken audibly. Somehow the telepathic communication between us was natural. It communicated faster than the speed of light and in a nanosecond I would understand what it would take a thousand lifetimes to comprehend. I laughed, I cried, I laughed some more, and then the feeling of extreme sorrow would not leave me. I begged and pleaded with this mysterious light being. I even had the audacity to debate with it. I did not like what I was being told but regardless of my tears and disobedient behavior, the beautiful light only poured out unconditional love towards me. It comforted me and wiped away every tear. It was the bearer of bad news but also the deliverer of agape love. It departed once the last tear was shed. The tears instantly stopped once this light told me my purpose. My purpose was directly tied to my tears. It would bring me great pain and sorrow but I would leave with great satisfaction in knowing that I fulfilled my life's purpose. Once the agreement was made, and my tears were gone, I was allowed to return. I was returning knowing that I had just agreed to live out my purpose.
I know that my life's purpose is not about me at all. I know that my life is a sacrifice for the greater good of humanity. I know that I am here to serve the needs of others. I just wish I remembered what this beautiful light said to me. I guess it's not meant for me to remember. I know that I have to just live it out.
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