Some raving liberals and conservatives want to make it a law that it is mandatory to birth in hospitals. The older I get (I don’t know how I’ve missed it before) I see the near-desperation to which people get to exert control over other people. What in our nature makes us corrode to such a crazed spiritual state? I’m reminded of the paintings depicting hell, the ones where there were all of these naked bodies stepping on and smashing each other to get to the top; but the scope of the paintings never showed ‘a top.’ Sure on the outside we’re composed and accomplished, and whatever ‘work’ we’re up to is for the benefit of humanity and/or the economy. But our dirty naked and neglected souls! We’ve long given up on what actually matters and go bustling about in the affairs of others’ and a myriad of vanities in hopes of, what? Compensating for salvation work?
If one has the need for less government and culture, getting involved in elections and voting republican will only make the need more apparent; all one must do to achieve this is to ignore these institutions and take back his God-given right to free spirit. And if one has the need for more government and culture, then I pray to let her be shepherded by Providence instead. We should be realizing by now, that we will never agree, so instead of politics to solve (perpetuate) the debate, we need something bigger than our poor brains to mediate. We need God. We need God. The saddest thing is the downright hatred that evolves from disagreements over ways of living. I know God doesn’t speak to me the way he speaks to my neighbor, and I thank him for that. He has unique ideas for each of us, and to not only argue that my way is better than my neighbor’s, but to let ourselves be brought to enmity and cursing, gnashing of teeth (there’s that painting again)…Well, it’s the reason there are blood-thirsty terrorists prowling the world. I must check myself every day, to make sure I’m not trying to play God and claim power over other people. What does this look like? Constant silent praying and impromptu meditations. I can’t do it on my own, for I’m just as susceptible to catching the domination-bug as anyone.
© 2016, Amaya Engleking