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My discovering of what I came to believe was one of the keys to the
scriptures... happened while musing about a "prophesying cup" that
appeared in the saga of Joseph... in Egypt.
(Follow the links on my main website to "The Joseph Theory.")
Joseph did something a bit "under-handed." He set up Benjamin, his
full brother... as a thief of some prophesying cup belonging to Joseph... by
hiding the referenced cup... in Benjamin's luggage. Then, Joseph sent his servants
to fetch it and arrest Benjamin. None of the brothers had guessed yet, that
Joseph, their brother, was Egypt's overseer. And for Benjamin to be arrested must
have been fearful for all of the brothers. Jacob had trusted them to protect his
beloved Benjamin.
Joseph had once told Pharoah that it is God that is the source of prophecy...
so... this would not require the use of a "prophesying cup." Such a cup might
qualify as a form of witchcraft... magic... but... there it is... THE CUP.
But... in this... we... the readers of his saga... like Joseph's servants... are also being
told to look for something that is "out of place" because Joseph is
prophesying... or talking to us... through it.
And in the scriptures are many things "out of place"... and there very well
can be... messages in them. Joseph could not trust the truth with his
brothers. He hid it.
Things that are "out of place" always create attention... even in life.
We notice those things that are "out of order."
So... are miracles...? out of order...?
A miracle... by its nature... is out of order... natural order.
It is a miracle because it is out of order...
and so, when we ask God for a miracle...
aren't we asking for something that is... not natural?
So, surely before such a thing is requested... we have done all that we
know to do... ourselves. Surely we have cleaned our house and done
some soul-searching first... and found that... only a miracle can help.
I have come to believe that our lives... are wholey ours... given to us fully.
Truth itself... relies on this. If there was much interference... we'd just be
reading the script in a play... but blind to life. We choose... and we can
view what happens when we do.
And so... it occurred to me... whenever I tried to find the answer to
"what is a natural human"... a natural human order...
that I could not ignore the heart-felt belief of some... maybe not all...
homosexuals... that they were born... homosexual. I am not a homosexual person
myself... but I did do... some wondering.
Years ago, someone in a social media group asked all friends... if they had been
molested or raped as a child... and many women admitted that they had. I am
also aware that this molesting and rape occurs to boys. To be violated as an
innocent... surely... messes with... how one thinks of their own lives.
It surely is a mix of a "pleasure"... with a violation of all you are as a person...
something that is not really "true to you"... but exists now nonetheless...
that really is not an honorable thing to have to carry around... like a
ragged pair of trousers...
a thing that causes shame for yourself and the perpetrator. It takes away
your choice. Such things surely damage the way one sees him/her self
in the world. How can an innocent ever really choose such damage. It is
a door to an ugly kind of life. Surely this is out of order.
And... for everyday people... I sometimes wonder... about the dynamics of
their marriages. For instance, one couple I know... the woman is large and tends
to take charge of things... while her husband is a smallish, quiet, and even
shy man. Maybe I was just seeing them among other people. And other couples
seemed all to be of various dynamics, and not... a standard model of a more
modest and retiring woman... and a dominating man.
I wondered about the roles that have been assigned to each sex... as they make
up their "married couple." Do each change? upon marrying? Do they stay the
same... and just... "make do" with each other? Do they begin to follow a standard
role playing... like in a script or a movie?... following some rules?
I thought...
men have natural strength and a commanding voice when speaking.
women tend to enjoy pretty details, gentle things, and "nesting."
When a woman tries to imitate a man... she must extend extra effort...
deepen the voice... puff up the shoulders... act rough and tough. And...
vice versa for men. It isn't as natural as some might think... it's more
like role playing. This fulfills something in them.
In a well-civilized world... we may no longer count it as important... that it
is the place of the man... the stronger and more commanding... to protect
and defend the women and children. But... isn't it... still important?
And also... the man can get his hands dirty and calloused doing the more
physical tasks of a home... while the woman handles the food and children.
In our modern times... each now helps the other... within reason.
So... if a man is depended upon for protection...
he also gets to make the rules...
or at least make the final decisions...
he must maintain his strength and dignity...
and he deserves a real respect...
because he will have to deal with whatever follows.
At the end of the day... he must defend it.
When a man knows this...
he can prepare himself for it...
and it does require preparation.
But... he can never ignore the woman...!
Women understand another side of life...
and must deal with whatever follows... as well.
A woman's ability to feel compassion... is more pronounced.
This is expressed more clearly... when a woman is nursing a baby...
commonly it will happen that her breasts produce milk
by the sound of ANY baby crying.
Her sensibilities are beyond her control.
Are our very natures dictating to us... our roles in a natural order?
Are these hard and fast rules... for all?
I have compared human beings to flowers...
with multitudes of varieties... of personalities... and characters...
all colors and shapes... all virtues and natures...
and I want to believe that... there is an answer for everyone...
within nature... and that a match can be made that is whole and
good... without resorting to doing something... unnatural... and that
every one of us should find that special person that keeps all the
pieces... in tact. Love is an adventure... and has beautiful ways.
I have met wonderful homosexuals... and they come in all shapes and
sizes. Some attend church... some have sunk into a pleasure pit... something
they might be more susceptible to... and drawn in to.
Sex should be beautiful... not so ugly... whoever you may be.
It seems to me
that we can all respect each other as adults... without offending the
one or the other. Distance can help. We can find a sense of honor if we
act in a way that is deserving of honor. But... it is just something that is
out of order. Born that way... perhaps... but... out of order.
Is God... like Joseph... (or Joseph like God)... sending a message to us?
Say it out loud... "men who are not men... women who are not women."
Are we, too...? out of order...?
Did life just bloom some truth for us to see with our own eyes?
If so... it is something we must live with... and wonder about.
Born... born to be wild...
born to spread our wings and feel all that we are...
born to fulfill what we are...
born to be a beautiful thing in the world...
and if there is a hard and fast rule for us...
perhaps it is... a truth... as all good men will discover...
that we reap what we sow.
Peace... to you.
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