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Not All Open Doors Where Opened By God - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place called America there lived boy named Bernard. He was a strong Christian boy and he came from a long generation of strong Christian leaders who were sometimes preachers or world changing business men and women.   Bernard was just about through with his High School education. He applies for ORU and expects an acceptance letter but that week he not only received an acceptance letter from ORU, he also received a letter from Harvard.   Bernard thinks things through and he later begins to strongly consider going to Harvard. A close female friend of his tells him to pray about it and make sure that it’s God’s will before he makes his decision, but Bernard’s other friends tell him to choose Harvard that it’s not even something he has to think about.   Bernard goes to Harvard and with time he begins to wane in his spiritual growth. Soon he joins a fraternity and the culture and mindset of the world gradually seep through his skull and bones.Bernard soon stops going to the campus fellowship and he stops reading as much as he used to and falls into the trap of partying, partying and partying. At the end of the semester Bernard had failed in his school work so bad that he was kicked out of Harvard.   He looked back on his life and wondered where he had gone wrong and then he realized that it is not about how bright an opportunity seems, it is about being where God wants you to be. NOT ALL OPEN DOORS WHERE OPENED BY GOD. God knew that Bernard could not survive in a secular environment like Harvard and still keep his focus and maintain his spiritual walk. That was why God wanted him to go to a Christian School. He should have asked God what he wanted for his life, waited to get an answer, and obey whatever God gives him. For that is the only one true road to success. A road we should walk everyday.
The End.

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