Matthew 6:9-13 Our Father in heaven, Hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done. On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors, And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.
This is the Lords prayer. There are many religions and faiths in the world. My faith is based on Christianity. I believe in God and I believe Jesus Christ was his only begotten son who died on the cross to atone for our sins.
When I was a young child, my favorite book was Where The Wild Things Are. I was just like the little boy in the book, Max. My imagination constantly ran wild and my thoughts would always take me away to far off lands and different worlds. As a teenager in high school, I would write lyrics but with no avenues to take and my youth being a hindrance, my lyrics meant nothing. As time progressed, so did my thoughts. Eventually, boy meets girl and my words found new meaning. My lyrics turned into poetry. For the men that are reading this, I gotta tell you, forget about the flowers and chocolate and you might even want to hold off on that diamond ring. Women love poetry and can’t get enough of it.
I still find time to dabble in poetry but as I grew into adulthood, my childhood imagination combined with my lyrics which crept into my poetry turned into storytime. Over the years, I’ve created many stories but always kept them hidden away in the back of my mind.
At the top of this page, I wrote the Lords prayer. Besides being of Christian faith, I wrote out the prayer for a reason. In Genesis, God booted Adam out of the Garden of Eden to till and work the ground from which he came from. Besides working like oxen all of our lives, I believe each individual has a purpose in life. Unfortunately, most people are too busy chasing money so they seldom reach their full potential. Jesus taught us how to pray but his words seem to always fall by the wayside. Although some people might pray for peace or good health, I find that in our darkest hours, we as a society seem to always pray for wealth or power and some even pray for the destruction of other people.
I’m no different nor am I any better than anyone else with a difficult life. As a police officer, my life is always filled with many difficulties and unexpected bad fortune but the constant that keeps me from going insane is my faith.
In 2007, I was working late one night and was taking care of some administrative work when I noticed a commercial playing on a television in the next room. It was advertising one of those fly by night products. When you think about it, most of those products are simple in design and usually generate millions of dollars for the inventor. I remember thinking to myself “ why can’t I think of something like that?” For some reason, that thought stuck with me for the rest of the night. Later in the evening when I arrived home, I was physically and emotionally drained. All I could think of was the fact I wasn’t doing what I was meant to do. Just like most people, I had spent the majority of my life chasing money.
When I was finally able to gather my thoughts, I sat and prayed. It wasn’t the normal I want, I want, I want or gimme, gimme, gimme. Instead, I decided to reach deep down and talk to God from my heart. In the end, I kept it simple. I placed myself into his loving hands and asked for forgiveness for being so blind for so long. I then asked for direction according to his will and not my own.
During the following week, the story of Titanic kept creeping into my thoughts. Working off its own agenda, my brain started to create characters and conversations. I started having dreams and nightmares about Titanic that seemed to be as real as life itself. I knew something was happening but I just couldn’t figure out what it was. And then it happened.God was tapping me on my shoulder. I remembered my prayer and then I realized I had been writing all of my life. John 9:25. Although I was blind, now I see.
From that point on, I kept a notepad at my bedside so when the dreams and nightmares would happen, I could write them down. Most of the characters and conversations came by way of me sitting in traffic everyday either going to or coming from work. At first, It was easy to keep track but eventually, the information became overwhelming. So many characters, their backgrounds, conversation and their storylines. I would pull over and use napkins to write down what ever was going through my thought process at the time. Whether it was names, places, events or just two characters verbally slugging it out. It didn’t matter. I left nothing to chance.
Napkins, the back of coke bottles, match books, notepad paper, and even old cardboard boxes. What ever I could get my hands on at the time in order to write down my thoughts. Nothing was too far fetched. At the end of every week, I would gather all of my trinkets and lay them out on the floor. Like a jigsaw puzzle, I would move napkins around to try to match the characters. Pieces of cardboard were also maneuvered into place. Coke bottle to the left upper corner and matchbook to the right. When I was finished, every thought went into my trusty notebook.
In 2008, I became a little more wiser. I finally broke down and bought a computer and I carried a notepad where ever I went. It was nice to not have to deal with other peoples trash anymore. Over the next five years, the characters were set and their storylines completed. Within that time frame, I battled through injuries, surgeries and personal setbacks but in the end, ALL THAT REMAINS was completed.