Face to Face

There was this tough bully in my younger days. He used to lurk in the school yard every evening. And everywhere I turned He seemed to be there. So this day He pushed me to the floor and the girls laughed. And I couldn’t stand it anymore. My gentle hand was finally clenched in rage. I was dealing with it Face to Face.

Just the other day in college, she came up to my room and requested for some coins. I turned to reach for my fat wallet but then I stopped. I thought of the thankless face when I brought her flowers. And the cold stare when I was hurting, Hell, I even thought of the unshared love and her selfish self. She knew I’d do anything for her. But not today, I turned and gave her a resounding no. I was dealing with it Face to Face.

Walking to church on a sunny sunday, I saw Pastor Pete give a note or two to a hooker in the full stare of a begger. In church He entered and gave his ussual sermon on tithing and offering. He even went ahead and pointed at me to give my share in the presence of the congregation. I turned and walk out unashamed. I was dealing with it Face to Face.
Cause it will never go away until the fear that you are running away from is embraced, FACE TO FACE!!

-Author, Jack Musee-