I’ve never fancied myself much of a follower. How long until we get to the point, Faux Fries? That is my internal mantra. And it’s not something I’m proud of. I was always getting bad grades for not following directions, never understood the need to show my work. I rejected oversight straight out of the gate, which is only funny if you only knew the number of times I fell square on my face despite my brilliance. It took a very long time to grasp some fundamental realities of this world. Primarily, that I’ve learned more from having questions than knowing answers.
Having questions means admitting you don’t have answers. It means having an open mind. Laugh if you want, but that’s mighty tough to those of us with serious structure issues to embrace. Meaning, we need it. Faith isn’t about structure, it’s about having a mind open enough to receive enlightenment far beyond your own capabilities.
Through my work, I have heard many face to face testimonials conveying sincere and authentic beliefs from all forms of religious backgrounds. I think the ones that stunned my senses the most were those of the pancake imagery and weeping or bleeding statue varieties. My norm is to reject on logic that someone as all loving as the Lord of all Mankind would selectively choose one family and send his message on Hungry Jack instant mix. Sure, it’s possible. All things are possible through him. But a pancake picture?
And then, while I was out collecting photo specimens at the blogmeet properties, I came across this:
I have to admit, I’m captivated. It speaks to me. I see a definite image in this tree, in fact, I can’t stop looking at it. Is it possible that it’s here as a beacon to the Blown Eyes? It is at the heart of our shady gathering spot.
What do you see?
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