I was talking to a Pagan friend the other day and she said that there is no white without black, no black without white. That was bad enough, and then I started reading some books written by another Pagan (Neil Gaiman) and an atheist (Anthony Bourdain) and opened my eyes a bit to the world (sometimes I try hard to not pay attention to the dominant paradigm).
The books were well-written, and my friend is beloved. But they caused me to open my eyes and start seeing what is around me. I read that letter purported to be by a woman planning to abort her child, saying that this is just not the time to meet. I listened to the way things are phrased in the world about me.
My dear mist-dwellers. You have won. No, you haven’t won the war, but you’ve won the hearts of those bound away from God. No one believes in white anymore. Maybe they believe in black – but probably not. This makes my heart weep, and rage and grieve. No wonder you think I’m a simple sweet girl, as I see nearly everything as white or black. How silly of me, to fail to see the subtleties.
And I weep. Because you do not see God. You do not see the God, so bright and shining that no mortal may see His glory and live. Whose merest reflection on Moses’ face caused it to shine. That a coal from His altar could cleanse the lips of His prophet, as if by fire. Oh blessed cleansing fire, my Lord, they will not see You!
If I hated them, I would not care. It is just that those who turn from the Light live in a world of shadow. But I don’t hate them. I wonder, and I ask myself, “Why, Lord – can you not make my face like Moses’ face, that they will see Your light in me? If they will not look to You, can you not reflect yourself in a thousand thousand eager Christian eyes?” How, how can I make them see God?
I cannot. So I will pray. And I will pray with fierceness and fire and heart. Let the Lord’s Light so shine before men that they cannot say that there is no White in this world, that there is no purity, that there is no good without the stain of evil. *I* am stained, but He is not.
The whispering, clinging, sneaking tendrils of swamp mist? Those are fit only for the torch, to be burned away and revealed for what they are – lies.
Verses on my mind:
John 3:19 This is the judgment, that the Light has come into the world, and men loved the darkness rather than the Light, for their deeds were evil. 20 For everyone who does evil hates the Light, and does not come to the Light for fear that his deeds will be exposed.
Romans 1:25 For they exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.
2 Corinthians 4:3 And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, 4 in whose case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelieving so that they might not see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 5 For we do not preach ourselves but Christ Jesus as Lord, and ourselves as your bond-servants for Jesus’ sake. 6 For God, who said, “Light shall shine out of darkness,” is the One who has shone in our hearts to give the Light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.
Once upon a time, our stories and myths were written about those who followed Right to the end, no matter what stood in their way. We wrote about those who would not compromise with evil, simply because it was evil. Our imaginations were filled with knights and paladins … and even simple hobbits, willing to go to the end of the World.
And now we have compromised with evil for so long, that we no longer see what is good, and righteous, and true. And if you cannot see your goal, how can you walk towards it?
This world grieves me. But I can pray. And you can pray. And we can stand firm in the gospel of Christ, stand for what is right.
It’s our turn to subvert the dominant paradigm. Are you with me?