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30May/090

Thinking about God in Reverse

So, let me get this straight –
You have an idea — just some whim, a plan, a sched­ule — a notion of maybe a pat­tern by which you can live your life. Maybe it’s that all the things that involve even num­bers are good or some­thing.
You check out your plan — you apply it to your life — you notice that it seems to have some con­sis­tency — but maybe there are times when it doesn’t apply… so you mod­ify it — you extrap­o­late to the point that you give your new sys­tem a per­son­al­ity — resolv­ing that this sys­tem some­times judges you and finds you not valid enough to apply the magic of even num­bers — you’ve sinned against your sys­tem — but oth­er­wise, it’s con­sis­tent.
Now, in your magic sys­tem with even num­bers, basi­cally any sit­u­a­tion is cov­ered — when things are good, and the even num­bers are present — you attribute it to the magic … life is bal­anced — when things are bad, and it’s all odd num­bers — you’re sad, but some­how com­forted because at least the sys­tem is still true — there’s a ratio­nal­ity to the uni­verse.
You even go so far as to dis­play faith­ful­ness — when things are good and you have odd num­bers — you real­ize it’s a false good­ness — a pride­ful gain and you rebuke it for the temp­ta­tion that it is — when things are bad and it’s all even num­bers — you fall back to real­iz­ing that you’ve turned away from the num­bers — not the other way around.
So, you’ve got a sys­tem that meets you and greets you when you wake up in the morn­ing, helps you go through the times of con­fu­sion and trial — and even promises to give you a sense of pro­tec­tion and sen­si­bil­ity when you’re over­whelmed.
Then a man walks up, puts a gun to your head and demands you to rebuke the num­bers.
I’m just hav­ing trou­ble believ­ing that you’d rather die than let go of your plan … even though it’s a nice pat­tern and it works for you — would you REALLY die for it?
The real­ity is that there are many peo­ple who, when tested, just can’t stand up to their faith — because their faith is based on THEIR abil­ity to gen­er­ate an under­stand­ing.
True Chris­t­ian Faith is based upon meet­ing the per­son — com­ing face-to-face in the Spirit with Jesus Christ and learn­ing that He is real.
I’m not look­ing for God — He’s a friend of mine.

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10May/090

A ball, a wall — Panama

A man throws a ball against the wall.
David thew the orb at his bar­rier.
The ball flew from his hand, strik­ing the wall.
His rage, his life, his desire to be free — they filled the ball as he let it go, mak­ing it fly, giv­ing it a momen­tary life as it hur­tled towards the wall, where it stopped and died, until repen­tance.
Dave let the ball loose and it struck the wall.
Peter built a wall that wouldn’t move, even for a ball, even for David.
Rub­ber has an elas­tic­ity that not only stretches, it com­presses, it refuses it for long, but it com­presses — and the ball that David had thrown did that, momen­tar­ily, when it struck the wall.
An orb, a sphere, an intent — made by man, sent by man towards a plane of resis­tance, made by man, set by man long before the moment of will.
I threw the ball, it hit the wall.
The wall didn’t care.

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