Monday, April 22, 2013

Since the beginning of Time


            A Believer can get a pretty bad rap sometimes. But, eh, it's all good. I, personally, didn't join the group hoping for the Most Popular Vote. There can be a lot of name-calling. But, for the most part, I can understand where it's coming from.

            Crazy and Weirdo, meh, I hear it all the time. It's cool, I can take it because the fact is anyone who doesn't act, live, or believe like the next guy is "a crazy" or "a weirdo." No harm done.

            Even the derogatory name-calling I can come to terms with because it's just a more "adult," more "evolved" version of kids on the playground. I could take it then, I can take it now.

            Most snide comments directed towards Believers I can pretty much live with, but there's one that's never made sense to me. Blind Obedience. Now I know, this is some standard name-calling. This one's heard as often as "Weirdo" and "Crazy." And I'm pretty certain that both parties, Name-caller and Believer, have embraced this one as acceptable. But it just doesn't make any sense! Walk with me to the produce aisle, and don't worry, I have some alternatives so it's not a total loss.

            Blind Obedience sounds like I've covered my eyes and am playing some kind of Marc-O-Polo game.

            "Exactly!" hollers the guy in the back, hi-fiving his buddies. Yah, yah, hear me out.

            So in this Blind-O-Bedience game I cover my eyes and somebody, somewhere calls out a rule and I stumble around, tripping trying to obey it....?

            Name-callers, give me some credit! When I hear a rule, I don't close my eyes and try to avoid the wall. I hear jump and I jump. I hear sit and I sit. The only deviance is my own decision to say, "Nah, that's not for me."

            Call me "Follower" if you want, cuz I most certainly am following. Or if someone wants to say, "Obeying too much, BOOOOO!" I get it, Obey, that's what I do.

            But Blind? That's suggesting I gave up one of my 5 senses while obeying. Nah. I'm most definitely using all my senses in order to do everything I'm told.

            Call it "Brainless Obedience." That makes a little more sense. Because, you see, we have this Trump Card called Spirit. So when our Spirit Trump Card looks like Brainless Obedience, I can see that. But there's a pretty sweet exchange when using this Spirit Trump Card. If we use it we have access to a higher power. Now, don't be jealous, name-callers, because it's pretty much like a Jedi Knight using The Force. So it's pretty worth it.  

            Anyways, I signed up for a belief that doesn't give up senses, it offers another sense. I'm like M. Night Shyamalan's boy from Sixth Sense.

            Moving mountains with enough faith? That sounds like Jedi training.

            Having the Holy Spirit to discern and protect? That's Shyamalan style.      

            Blind folds didn't come at the baptism. No, no, try "The Force-slash-Sixth Sense."

            So take me to the crazy house, yell "Brainless Obedience" like you mean it, sing "Boo Obeying,"  taunt "Follower" at me with your tongue sticking out, because Blind Obedience just isn't doin' it for me anymore.

            Lets see some intelligent bullying on this evolved, adult playground, come on people.
           Or not.  

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