Yeshua has told me to hold on to the story of the Prodigal Son.
Not because my adult child (no proper terminology exists) is expected to come back to me on her hands and knees begging to be called a man again.
No, it is about those who are already home, fixing up their bedrooms just so, and holding themselves enamored with their chosen existence.
It is about those who feel they have more of a right to exist in their own spiritual space and to keep others out based on their idea of what it takes to be worthy. They place appearances and their ability to discipline themselves over and above others’ sense of honesty. They weigh themselves on the scale of life and find others wanting. It is as if they were on a see-saw, holding the weightier worth in their being; they keep the others forever down and helpless as they suspend them in the air.
Don’t be surprised if they stop playing with you, children.
We won’t be surprised when we visit, imperfect, and you don’t want to let us in.
Grace would rule
they’d believe they could change one
But having instead
known one forever,
they’ve projected the butterfly
into a worm
Perception changes not the butterfly
Today I needed something to make me laugh, so my youngest son and I watched “The Nutty Professor” starring Eddie Murphy. I had seen it years ago, but my son hadn’t, so we sat and watched it together.
I remembered the character of Sherman Klump, the overweight professor, as being a really sweet person. He carried around this extra weight that made people treat him differently. Even though he was predisposed to having a difficult time with weight, everyone judged him based on it. He became desperate enough to take an untested potion to try to become what people would judge to be a better person.
It reminded me of people in my life who are important to me, who get judged every day for being who they are. Maybe some of these people tried to be like Buddy Love and to fit into social norms better. Buddy Love wasn’t who they were, but it was what everyone expected and liked better. One could even say that Buddy Love was less of a sinner in the public eye because he didn’t seem to show signs of overeating or what the Bible calls gluttony. But Sherman knew he wasn’t Buddy, and Buddy wasn’t really a very nice or happy person.
I hope to convey the idea of thinking twice before judging people based on how they appear outwardly, rather than who they truly are on the inside. Sherman had lots of gifts to give, gifts of thoughtfulness and kindness. I see those gifts in the Shermans that I know, those loved ones who are struggling not only with weight issues, but depression, or negative social reactions to those who are transgender or of a different sexual orientation. While society still may prefer something closer to Buddy Love, my love is for the Shermans of this world. I’m loving them for who they are and into whatever wholeness they can have with how they need to be, in order to be themselves.
Somewhere in the middle
between right and wrong
lies a heart that is broken
and the words to a song
provide jocular glee
and acknowledgement is based
on where one can pee
Where memes glorify
they make fun of your pain
where tongue in cheek humor
makes you wince in disdain
When people are dying
and what misery, from whence
One can say it’s their own fault
’cause they’ve got no good sense
One forgets that one ever
felt forgotten and small
and instead of being a door to God
they’re the wall