Posted by
Scaramouche on Tuesday, November 13, 2007 7:14:58 PM
"Scaramouche, why you laughing so hard?"
"I just caught a glimpse of the biggest fool I've ever seen."
"Where did you see this fool?"
"Over there in that mirror."
If a man believes in a God, his God, then he is tempted to make a pact with his God. Will You reveal what You want? I will try to do what You want. If I try with all of my might, should I have any expectations? Many believe that their deal is
sealed. Many also have equal certitude as to the fate of the remainder
of mankind; past, present, and future. So what's left? Aim for the mark, but be ye always certain
that, though your aim should falter, your redemption is bought and paid
for. Sure, but what can the unbeliever...believe? As my dear friend told me, "when you're dead, you're dead."
Proof flourishes in every corner of the world that mortals have always sought immortality. Achievements, monuments, and children testify to man's quest to be something more than the sum of flesh and bone and accomplishment during the brief flicker before his light is extinguished. That's what makes the world go around; the difference in belief, the struggle to survive, to subdue, to emerge as victor. God, very clearly and expressly, is not of the world. What then?
Don't take history into consideration, nor the entirety of humankind on the planet. Take a single day in which babies are still born or killed in the womb, while other babies are born healthy into loving and secure surroundings. Take a day where men, women, and children experience more different circumstances that stars in the sky. Where there's pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow, justice and injustice, life and death. If, during that day, a man professes to know the mind of God in the scheme of eternity, count him as wrong. It is not given to man to know the mind of God.
Same goes for a mule.