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Back in the day, there was awe in looking forward to the year 2000. As that mythical number came and went, fears were assuaged; hopes were raised. People actually thought there was a possibilty that better things lie ahead. Where has the hope gone?
What was once a future filled with promises of security and peace have been shattered by war-mongering, money laundering and greed. There is a sense that love is dead and the future is dark. That's what they want you to think. They want you to think that all hope is lost for this world, that there is nothing we can do but sit back and wait for they end.
And they call themselves Christians.
It's hard to shake the feeling that so many people enjoy waiting around for the return; hoping that if they keep all their attention aimed at the sky, they won't have to look around at the earth around them. It's easier to wait for a King than help a peasant.
Of course that's cynical, but the thoughts creep in and take hold sometimes. Look at the hurricans ravaging Florida and the Carribean. Is enough being done? Have our churches and our community done enough to help those brothers and sisters in need? Maybe. But more often than not, it seems we're all to eager to marvel at the rain and wind and declare that surely God's judgement has swooped down from the sky.
Who cares though? They practice witchcraft and voodoo in the deep South. Mardi Gras has a home on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Gays, oh my, the gays are running rampant. Won't someone send fire and ice to destroy their wickedness?
I don't buy it. I don't believe that we can stand by and not reach out in these times of need. How can we do nothing?
What is more obvious is that my cynical nature is directly related to my self hatred. Have I done enough? Have I reached out to my brothers and sisters? Or do I mask that by bashing the church? How easy that's become.
Forgive me for not being everything I should be. I would hope that in the future there's a place for people like me....failures, quitters, liars, cheaters and stealers who still want to do right in their hearts. Who still want to seek out the Father and his Wisdom. Because right now, I'm falling off the road, into some ditch, not unlike the one that runs parrellel to a dirt road in Perry County.
I was going to write about forgiveness. But the irony was too heavy...someone in dire need of forgiveness himself trying to write about forgiving others. The thought repulsed me, as does the rest of this post that you've already read. I'd delete it, knowing the words I could possibly hear in retort....knowing that my own insecurities shine brightest among the criticisms I've thrown at the institution.
My insides are visible through the wounded flesh. There's no more hiding what everyone can very clearly see. If only I was invisible, or so tightly guarded that even God himself could not enter. Then maybe my soul wouldn't be laid bare for all to see.
Maybe in the future we find redemption for all these things we've done.
What was once a future filled with promises of security and peace have been shattered by war-mongering, money laundering and greed. There is a sense that love is dead and the future is dark. That's what they want you to think. They want you to think that all hope is lost for this world, that there is nothing we can do but sit back and wait for they end.
And they call themselves Christians.
It's hard to shake the feeling that so many people enjoy waiting around for the return; hoping that if they keep all their attention aimed at the sky, they won't have to look around at the earth around them. It's easier to wait for a King than help a peasant.
Of course that's cynical, but the thoughts creep in and take hold sometimes. Look at the hurricans ravaging Florida and the Carribean. Is enough being done? Have our churches and our community done enough to help those brothers and sisters in need? Maybe. But more often than not, it seems we're all to eager to marvel at the rain and wind and declare that surely God's judgement has swooped down from the sky.
Who cares though? They practice witchcraft and voodoo in the deep South. Mardi Gras has a home on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Gays, oh my, the gays are running rampant. Won't someone send fire and ice to destroy their wickedness?
I don't buy it. I don't believe that we can stand by and not reach out in these times of need. How can we do nothing?
What is more obvious is that my cynical nature is directly related to my self hatred. Have I done enough? Have I reached out to my brothers and sisters? Or do I mask that by bashing the church? How easy that's become.
Forgive me for not being everything I should be. I would hope that in the future there's a place for people like me....failures, quitters, liars, cheaters and stealers who still want to do right in their hearts. Who still want to seek out the Father and his Wisdom. Because right now, I'm falling off the road, into some ditch, not unlike the one that runs parrellel to a dirt road in Perry County.
I was going to write about forgiveness. But the irony was too heavy...someone in dire need of forgiveness himself trying to write about forgiving others. The thought repulsed me, as does the rest of this post that you've already read. I'd delete it, knowing the words I could possibly hear in retort....knowing that my own insecurities shine brightest among the criticisms I've thrown at the institution.
My insides are visible through the wounded flesh. There's no more hiding what everyone can very clearly see. If only I was invisible, or so tightly guarded that even God himself could not enter. Then maybe my soul wouldn't be laid bare for all to see.
Maybe in the future we find redemption for all these things we've done.
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