What do you see in the fire?
Yeah… I don’t know. I don’t know about the snakes. I don’t know if God sent them or if that’s just the way the folks experiencing the event and telling the story through generations interpreted it. I don’t know if there’s some hidden metaphor. I don’t know the ramifications for today–would God send a Pandemic if he would send snakes.
I don’t know what it means that we should look at Jesus lifted up just like the snake was lifted up. I mean I get the basics I think. But I don’t know why so many people differ on what that means. Why so many people who are looking seem to respond in so many different ways…
I don’t know if humanity is good or bad. I surely can’t get to the notion of my own inherent goodness. Though I suppose I do cling to the belief that the intention of my being created was for goodness. And that at some point that will occur–and maybe even that it has already begun. But humans.
So, I’ll just keep cleaning the bathroom, and talking with the matriarch of the neighborhood about the .02 inches of rain we got last night, and telling the postal lady at the river thank you for her role during the pandemic, and wading through the shit of my own vanity and self-pity, and trying to understand what snakes being lifted up on poles and God’s provision and destiny and yeah… or maybe I wish I could just quit trying to understand all that. And just live. Stop wondering why I ride my Peloton to achieve some kind of fitness and survival and just ride the damn bike.
We do need mercy and grace. What are the alternatives?
Guess I oughta go sit out in the March Winds today…