by Jul Thompson
I think there may be an enemy among us. This entity might otherwise be a foreign invader or a nontoxic virus, but it appears to be neither foreign nor nontoxic. I’ve identified a few characteristics and it is definitely a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a rebel with a misguided cause, and on occasion it behaves like the Pit Bull or Rottweiler, who after a lifetime of faithful service to his family, suddenly decides to lunch on the family toddler.
At times, it has the relatively harmless demeanor of your Great Aunt Millie who can never resist an opportunity to tell you how to live your life, but quickly becomes the guest who overstays her welcome. Knowing she is infected with illness, this is the one who shows up at your house and kisses your baby on the mouth. It’s the cute little Mouse in your House who, despite all your fastidious cleaning, you know is constantly creating little piles of shit behind the wall.
It’s the bully of the split personality disorder, the Devil on our Shoulder, the alien voices in your head, the unrelenting ugly soul who spews vitriol on your social media feeds. There are times it seems to become an inanimate object, a mirror that self-projects, a bad photograph that reveals all the bumps and ripples, or the Portrait of Dorian Gray, exhibiting the inward corruption of a once innocent soul.
As dangerous as this enemy this enemy within is though, I prefer to think of it as the Prodigal Son.
There are times you think you can jump in and fix it like you fix everything else, business issues, raising the family and little crises that arise. But you’ve been here before. You’ve tried and it never seems to end well. The invader turns into the monster flu virus, the wolf and the Pit/Rott bite. Hard.
We know our purpose on Planet Earth is Love and to demonstrate the Love of Christ, but our best failed human sense tells us we’re wasting our time. That there’s no sense going on a mission of mercy when the victim that needs rescuing is also an Hostile.
To be continued…