My friend Arnold came by today and twisted my head so far out of alignment I think I may have severed my faith cord. Now if you don’t know where your faith cord is, it is still OK. Just as long as you don’t turn your head left or right of center too far. Eyes on the prize and all that. And if you have put your hand to the plow you definitely don’t want to knot your faith cord by turning your head around. It can cause a condition known as sanctumselfsacrifice, or in the original Latin, templum ego sacrificum.
His malicious reorientation of my gaze into the sea of glass began with a mental revisitation to the Garden of Historicity Debate and a summarization of the sequence of events with the deadly tree. He said that while Eve rebelled first it was not imputed to her as sin but when Adam rebelled all hell broke loose, literally. Not his words, my own interpretation of his statement. But with the sin of Adam becoming embedded in the spiritual DNA of every person coming into the world by human birth thereafter, how was Mary pure enough to provide her part of a natural process wherein a union with God the Holy Spirit created an embryo which went term resulting in a child she was instructed to know as Jesus, a man without sin? Would a union with a pure entity result in her purification to the point of the universality of an imputed sin be eradicated?
I was embroiled in the process of determining at what point in the evolutionary process does the biblical line of human generations make the transition from representatives of man’s evolutionary arrival at a conscience awareness of God to factual persons of history which we must hold to if the story of Christ is valid. And if the lack of historicity of the first man and woman invalidate the need for redemption altogether.
Why in the closing years of my life I am all about questions and not much on answers?
Sometimes Arnold makes me wish for a Chinese ancestry, for those of you who know the Chinese proverb about living in interesting times.
I realize I am skating on thin ice with many, and my apologies for not staying close to the shore. But I am afraid this venture on to the frozen sheet began a long time ago for me with a huge push outward somewhere along Back River when I came into contact with a this lifelong sparing partner. Thanks Arnold. Why does the light at the end of the tunnel look like it is getting brighter and I keep hearing a loud horn?
