I can’t sleep. I’m driven awake. My soul groans. My heart weighs heavy with the dripping blood of humanity's vile degradation. The depths of our sinfulness are so great. My spirit is touched. The deep hole that sin has punctured into the very heart of my God – no wonder he grieves. It’s sad. As a people, mankind has so fallen. The Creator’s beautiful creation is so ugly now.
For the first time, I saw the movie Precious. To me, it is the double edged sword of Hollywood’s expression of rights. Satan’s promise to humanity wasn’t a lie, “You will see as God sees." The aftermath of the fall tells us that while knowledge is powerful, it brings an awareness that was never meant. As perfectly created being, there are some things we were not created for, like Sin - our spiritual kryptonite. But, since we have opened that proverbial Pandora’s box, we are now privy to its poison. We tasted it, and determined that it is good.
Today, we freely pull back the covers and gaze upon the nakedness of our father and mother. Just like Ham of old, we jest, and we too are cursed with his stain upon our hearts. The stain? Depravity.
We tell ourselves that it is only what is reality, or what is "real" about today's times. True. But, sometimes "keeping it real" has a corkscrew like effect. The more it turns, the deeper it gets. The more we indulge, the further down we go, the worse-off we become. It is like a deteriorating progression. So our depraved expressions and exposure becomes our reality - the illusion of what is permitted, even by the standards of our Creator. This toxic exposure does nothing to “lift” us; it merely shows how deeply we can descend into the waters of Titanic issues which can arise. Can you imagine what a risen Titanic would look like today, raised from the deteriorating depths of the sea? In the words of comic Eddie Murphy, “That’s just Nasty.”
With such compromise, are we not driven toward the putrid? The filth and stench draws us like flies toward a decaying corpse. Show us more. Tell us more. On some level its, entertaining. We love to the see the gladiators decapitate helpless victims. And hear the screams of life jerked from a living soul.
The box is open now, and can’t be closed. What’s done is done. We can’t go back – only forward.
We can only be raised. We must become passive. We must surrender.
Give up. Become humble.
Or can we?
Is it possible?
What are you thinking?
P.S. When I wrote this piece, my writing partner and good friend said, “So, are you going to finish that piece or what? You left us with no hope.
Worry not…..Hope is coming!
©2010 Benny R. Walls
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