The People "I" Have Made
The People "I" have Made
By: Danny Wallace
Reading yesterday’s posts, quotes, and articles covered the gamut from the stringently fundamental, to the extraordinarily bizarre. Some days this world seems small and accessible, and on other days (like yesterday) it seems vast, complex, and evermore complicated.
Holidays have a way of shaking the acorns from the trees. When they fall – the squirrels come running. Whether we consider ourselves pagans or Christian, one would think that the Easter holiday would bring smiles, peace, and unity. However, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, or celebrating Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday – holidays bring out the nuts.
I read one post that used Easter to warn us not to get too comfortable with eggs and bunnies, saying “soon” Papa would split the skies to embrace the chosen few, while frying all the rest. By comparison, another dude wrote more of a book, than an article, and after reading it, I’m confident of only one thing – I have no earthly idea what he said.
The kingdom of “self” is a pungent land of vocal flatulence. In short, when a man is full of himself it doesn’t matter which end he’s speaking from. It’s all just an unpleasant noise. Whatever happened to dressing it down? A wheel is simple, but I challenge Dr. Sheldon Cooper to top it. Simple – round – and yet, it moves the world, and everything in it.
So it is with peace, joy, and love. You don’t have to say a lot to explain the concept. In fact, it’s better if we use no words at all. A smile, a hug, and an unexpected gift, still say more than the scope of earths greatest minds are capable of coherently communicating. “Love they neighbor,” and “Treat all people the way you would like to be treated,” are spokes on a simple wheel. Easily overlooked, but capable of moving the world.
The simplicity of love is best presented in loving silence. The complexity of “self” loves the sound of its own voice. It speaks in purposeful code, fueling the smirk at our inability to comprehend the language, or break the code.
If love is a wheel – the code of self is a flat tire. Love admires the individual freedom God has given others. Self indoctrinates people in the pride of, “Look at the people I have made.”