Friday, October 10, 2008

Tell Me, Venn


"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
John 1:1

"And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us…"
John 1:14

It didn't begin here. You weren't always being held so high. There was a time…there was a time when you bedded down with ox and ass not even three feet away. There was a time when you benefitted from the charity of three old men. There was a time when you were the student, a young man of only three and ten.

Three…

There are two others with you, but you are all alone, arms spread wide in an empty embrace. It's lonely being king. Your subjects are at your feet, but it's a long way down. You consider getting down, think about being among them again. Were you ever a part of them?

You see your mother below. Surely you were a part of her. Surely? A child's mother is never in doubt. But, what of the father? What of your father? Where is he now? You can't see him. Yet, there are things you've felt, though never seen. You've seen what got you here; you're feeling it now. This experience is a part of you.

You are the sum of your experiences: every day lived, every word read. You've lived your words. You're dying for them.

What else are you dying for?

You're dying for a dream; for an ideal; for a people. You're dying because you've decided your death will accomplish more than your life. You're dying because your flesh is real, like theirs, and this is something they can understand, something they can relate to.

Look down again. Do you see yourself among them? Or just your reflection in their skycast eyes?

"And God said, Let us make man in our image…"
Genesis 1:26

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The first time I read it I was honestly confused. I didn't know quite what it was about, but I take it to be about God, or at least the Christian one. I like the use of numbers tying the story together and the use of scripture to frame it.

Anonymous said...

I love reading this, for some reason it made me think of jesus as a fatherless child, always trying to make his way back to that true connection. "you are the sum of your experiences" have you read moustakas or frankl.
let's hang out more ponderous friend