From
Psalm 139:1-20
H,
There is a point where we rebel against the wickedness in
the world and in ourselves. The latter
reaction carries the danger of self loathing and the former the danger of self righteousness.
Neither posture is the definitive picture God is sending to us. There is a
colossal nature to the mind of God we can never fathom. We rail and rant for
His justice but can we grasp the concept of not just making things right for
now but for all time? It is hard to frame all the problems of evil in the world
this way but it is a start.
You know how I get about people that hurt children. It haunts
me to think of the evil man has done to even the most helpless of him-self. I cannot
comprehend the darkness of soul that takes a person to this particular point of
no return. Jesus famously noted, with the subtlest of high standards, the
damnation that exists for those that hinder the joy and promise of children with
evil acts. We live on a continent where war and famine and disease and the
evils of man over man continue to wreck the most unspeakable havoc. It has been
the same throughout history. It is not that this is a dark grace or that the so
called black man is not capable of living in the light. This is the weight of
the human soul caught off from source. It is crushing.
I have not yet noted my own personal demons. The quake
and shake of my very insidious thoughts and though none of these thoughts have
killed one or one million we cannot know the extent that the single soul can go
if it does not look up to the light of goodness even if it is the inferior
illumination of humanism and human rights or the superior enlightenment of first
spiritual principles.
Still, all this is above me. I cannot see it. I cannot
catch the head of the comet. I do not know why evil persists and those that
chose it can rule over those that do not. Free will does not remove from my
mind the deep need for intervention in the moments where innocence is ravaged. I
only have faith as a sword here. A belief that God is good and has a plan and
that no matter what is done to the body and no matter how the mind is abused
there is a large part of the spirit that will always belong to Him and that the
rest is restored when that spirit finally comes alive.
I only have faith as a sword.
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