the eternity in a minute

3 minutes before i exit cyberspace, returning to the asphyxiating cocoon of reality where 47 pages of head and neck reading awaits prior to practical tomorrow.

tomorrow. haven't spelt this word in its fully unfurled, magnificent form since... i can't remember.

what can a person do in 3 minutes?

blog in an incessant monotone about completely irrelevant, unimportant, useless things. conjugating unhappy verbs and adjectives and nouns into a marriage of convenience and wanton need.

save a life. commence life-giving CPR, apply defibrillating shocks to a V tack heart. telling someone on the verge of irrescindable despair that s/he is loved. that there is at least someone who cares enough to say that statement. that statement may prove to be the very very thin line between a moody, pensive person and a very dead person at the bottom of a block of flats.

make a lifechanging decision. go into ministry. go into prostitution. get saved by Christ. succumb to the tempations of Satan. redeem a life claimed by God. refusing the gift of life from God.

witness the birth of a new life. witness the death of innocence in a wild eyed, sweaty, frantic child-not-yet-adolescent 10 years old, scrambling with soured calves and pained knees away from the father, away into the corner of the squalid little one room flat, away from the terrible, terrible, oppressive reality that is child abuse and pedophilia. witness the birth of the same tormented soul that more than once attempted to cross to Satan's land, and witness the singing of the angels in heaven. witness the physical death of the blessed soul and know in your heart that he ascends to heaven to be with the Father, who loves him so much it pains the heart to describe, and infinitely more than what scarred and flawed humans can ever offer.

3 minutes. it's the line between life and death, condemnation and salvation, eternity and termination.

will you choose?