Color Blind

There are some who are born with green eyes. And learned from an ancient book that green eyes are sin.

There are some who are born with blue eyes, or maybe brown eyes. And they too learned from an ancient book that green eyes are sin.

And from that book, a plethora of snippets about the abomination of green eyes. A curse. Despicable. Abhorrent. Unnatural.

And yet, in that same old ancient book, a promise, that the spiritual force of that ancient book would rid the green eyes of their green . . . that green eyes could be made blue, maybe even brown. And that the green eyes would not be tested beyond their strength . . . that there would be a way to escape it. To transform them. Rid them of their green.

And just before the ancient one told, in that 13th verse of 1 Cor. 10, of their ability to escape, the ancient one told what happens to people in that wilderness. Bad things happened to them. They. Were. Bad. They were an example to the blue eyes, to the brown eyes. You can read all about it in the first part of 1 Cor. 10. It does not bode well for the sin of being born with green eyes.

But in shame, green eyes enter into a wilderness.

But in the wilderness, green eyes pray. They pray to be changed. Changed to something, to anything, but green eyes.

For 10, 20, 30, 40 and more years of shame and shunning in the wilderness, green eyes prayed, and pleaded, and begged, and bargained, and cried and sobbed and at times, came within a step of the edge of the abyss. And yes, for some, green eyes will turn black in death.

But green remained green.

The shame continued. Continues. For an ancient book tells us so.

And some blue eyes and brown eyes pillory the green eyes for both being green . . . and for not changing them into the acceptable. . . because . . .

But green eyes can still see. And green eyes can read too. And read ancient texts.

Shame, scorn, ridicule, rejection, isolation has a way of filtering the rendering of ancient old texts.

And what makes it through the lens of experience, is that ancient old spiritual force is mean, vindictive, incompetent. It is simply a reaction of self-preservation.

Promises made. Bible promises made. Key-text promises made. Clobber promises made . . . and never kept. Either that ancient spiritual force will not, or cannot keep that snippet of the-1 Cor-Bible-tells-me-so.

Promises that are in the here. Now. In. This. Life.

Promises that green can and does go to blue. Green can and does go to brown. Sin is no more. THAT despicable sin IS. NO. MORE. Green is no more. The holder of the green eyes CAN and WILL be changed.

But.

Green is still green.

The green remains green.

Sin is sin. Still.

Maybe. After killing one's self, in heaven, there will be new eyes. No-sin eyes. Anything-but-green eyes.

But then. Killing one's self is yet another sin. Normally, one can kill, repent and be forgiven. But killing one's self leaves no opportunity for that.

And the blue eyes. And the brown eyes. They praise the ancient one for not being born with the abomination of green. Of course, they would never, ever do that out loud, in public. On a Spectrum forum no less. But heaping condemnation on the green is testimony in itself.

The blue. The brown. They never experience what it means to NOT have 1 Cor. 10:13 transform their green. For certain, all, greens included, are yielding to behaviors and practices and can and do claim this redemptive promise. . . but for blues and browns, their sin is not being their very existence.

Sadly, there are blue eyes that are incapable of realizing that.

Unfortunately , there are brown eyes that simple refuse.

And the tragedy, both curse the green with righteous anger.

For green IS SIN.

REAL Christians curse sin.

Thankfully, there are a few fellow sojourners who can and do apply healing salve to those green eyes, and see the tint of gold within them.

Perhaps that old spiritual force of an ancient book IS mean, vindictive, and incompetent. Just kill'em all in the wilderness. Even I, God Almighty, can't make them change. Fitting example of what love really is.

Perhaps.

That mean, vindictive, incompetent old spiritual force from an old ancient book . . . is truly color blind.

The Refectory Manager

Last night, when my frustration was bursting and I posted on another blog, I was experiencing that compelling need to scream out, in front of the Revelation Seminar SDA church, of its bigotry and ignorance . . .

I did not do that.

Rather.

A small non-denominational church in our community also advertised for a meeting last night.

They were showing the movie "Amish Grace," and welcomed the public to come and share that experience with them.

I did.