When you feel like just shutting it all down, closing the doors (imagining of course they\u2019re mine to close).\u00a0 People are so ungrateful, so selfish and self centered, i see it so clearly in myself and even more clearly in others.\u00a0 Humanity is so lazy when it comes to all the right things and so zealous and motivated when it comes to all of the wrong things (or so it seems).\u00a0 If i am able to see it, if we are like that towards those we can see and physically interact with then how much more severe is the problem when it comes to the One we cannot see, we cannot always feel, or cannot physically interact with (or so it seems).\u00a0 This complacency is a cancer destroying us from the inside out.\u00a0 This lack of satisfaction in the One Thing.\u00a0 The One Thing that matters, the one thing that has any weight of glory or worth.\u00a0 This is the One Thing that constantly goes unnoticed, goes purposely ignored.<\/p>\n
We are such a stiff-necked, rebellious people.\u00a0 We revel and pleasure ourselves inside our houses like filthy swine rolling around in the filth we eat and have eaten and will soon eat again.\u00a0 We demand that our entire existence and the surrounding universe revolve around those pleasures.\u00a0 The only problem is our existence and this universe thankfully cannot ever, not even for but one moment, facilitate those pleasures.\u00a0 The moment we think we have manipulated the order of the universe, that we have \u2018got one by The Man\u2019, is the moment that we sowed our corruptible seed and we immediately reaped our corruption\u2014our conflict began. We<\/em> will always reap death and destruction; it makes no matter how beautiful the seeds we sow look like, how pleasant they feel or smell or even how wonderful they taste.\u00a0 It doesn\u2019t even matter what they sound like accompanying the music in their hollow homes.<\/p>\n We are dying of starvation and malnutrition while we sit at a banqueting table.\u00a0 Are we blind or are just not willing to see?\u00a0 Does the answer to that make any difference?<\/p>\n We often don\u2019t like what we see and assume we are just reading the wrong script. \u00a0“Um, excuse me, stop everything, I <\/em>believe\u00a0I <\/em>have the wrong script, I<\/em> must have picked up someone else’s part. \u00a0This couldn’t possibly be my<\/em> role.” <\/em>We\u2019re pretending to be in an imaginary theater all the while sheepishly standing on the stage (the only stage) as the extra, the casualty, the butt of the joke wanting nothing more than to simply run off the stage, escaping the spotlights and hide behind the curtain in the shadows.\u00a0 But escaping the stage isn’t going to be as easy as you may think, go ahead and try but you will soon find that the stage transcends you because the story transcends you. \u00a0You’re always in front of an audience.<\/p>\n N.D. Wilson observes from a tilt-a-whirl:\u00a0 Complain.\u00a0 Whine.\u00a0 Be a fusser.\u00a0 The story needs those as well, because every butt needs a joke, and the audience must laugh.\u00a0 Whether they (and God) laugh at <\/em>or with <\/em>is up to you.<\/p>\n The curtains have already been torn away revealing the stage.\u00a0 There is no other theater and no alternate scrips to be the wrong ones to read.\u00a0 There is one stage\u2014one story.\u00a0 You are a part whether you like it or not, all of creation is. \u00a0You can kick and scream but you are here now and the story needs that too, consequently the author cast you even though you didn\u2019t make the audition\u2014you didn’t even sign up…<\/p>\n When you feel like just shutting it all down, closing the doors (imagining of course they\u2019re mine to close).\u00a0 People are so ungrateful, so selfish and self centered, i see it so clearly in myself and even more clearly in others.\u00a0 Humanity is so lazy when it comes to all the right things and so […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[37,3,15],"tags":[280],"class_list":["post-313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arts","category-christianity","category-life","tag-life"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5C2eY-53","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=313"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/313\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calebripple.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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