i have been living under the law.
and the measure of
impossibility
by which we discover the impossibility
of human godship, that nature we carry like oxen,
the original sin: belief that man is his own destiny,
the author and perfecter of his living,
and not the written page or the pen
or the tree that was cut and stripped to paper
and therefore, it is the roadmap to the truth: we are created.
but what is the gospel?
is it a human exchange: an impossible law for a possible one?
if so, we believe the lie the first was built to expose.
that we can. do. it. ourselves.
no. not a new law.
(like a simple shaking free from the impossible law of
crazy jews in the desert)
(like a choosing instead a new law that is easier
to obey, to earn your spot in a heaven that probably
doesn't exist as you think it does)
I do not want to trade impossibility for impossibility and call it 'life'.
I want to call it death as it was first called.
this is our current history, our zombie song:
"don’t teach me about politics and government
just tell me who to vote for
don’t teach me about truth and beauty
just label my music
don’t teach me how to live like a free man
just give me a new law
(pre-chorus)
i don’t wanna know if the answers aren’t easy
so just bring it down from the mountain to me
i want a new law
don’t teach me about moderation and liberty
i prefer a shot of grape juice
don’t teach me about loving my enemies
don’t teach me how to listen to the Spirit
just give me a new law"
doesn't truth come in packages
delivered in puzzles
taught to you your whole life in pieces
so that when it finally rings true, it is assembled
from the familiar bones you've carried.
it is the gospel of grace,
the spirit written on your heart
that obeys the law
it has been said,
the man trying to be original never is,
the man telling the truth is almost always original
the man trying to make a good impression never does,
the man being himself and taking interest in another makes a good impression.
jed, stop pretending that you are living by the gospel
by shackling on a list of self-accomplishment by obedience,
by loving out of obedience
instead of loving out of who you are and who they are and who you are together
no one feels loved when they discover they are being loved by reason of looking lonely, sad, isolated, poor, or meek.
a man feels loved when who he is
is delighted in by another being who they are.
just remember your first love
and seek to know nothing but what Paul sought to seek to know nothing but
do not love the deeds of Christ
but Him
and His deeds will flow from right purpose through my fingers
and indeed I will not say it was me.
a mosaic suddenly makes a face.
i will certainly edit this in the coming days, as I find more clay fractures in the sand and place them rearrange them to fit.
