In a conversation with an evidence demanding agnostic, I realize that the unseen things in Life are very difficult to prove to those that prefer the visible things.
He thinks he is helping me to see the weakness in my unfounded, “proven wrong” ideas, and is trying to give me an “enlightened” provable life.
I think it may be too late for me.
I’ve seen too many invisible things.
June 29, 2016
I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF.
“Then enjoy it, Randy just keep it to yourself.” (Facebook friend on sharing my faith)
Those of you who know my wife, Wendy, know what an incredible cook she is.
Yesterday she saw something about homemade curly fries on Facebook, she tried it out, and she built an entire meal around curly fries. Fried chicken (John Bush recipe with tobasco honey), fresh corn on the cob, salad, fresh watermelon, and, yes, homemade curly fries.
I wish you could have tasted it.
I don’t think I am better than you, I just wish you could taste it.
When I was in school, one time a math teacher was doing a long, involved problem on the board. Early on I saw that she had forgotten to carry a 2, and I raised my hand to tell her. She couldn’t see me, because she was facing the board. So, I blurted out, “You forgot to carry the two.” She stopped, looked, corrected the error, and said, “Thank you.”
If she hadn’t changed it, everything from that point on would have been an error.
I didn’t think I was smarter, or better than my teacher.
I just happened to see her one mistake.
On May 8, 1978 when I discovered that God, in fact, was real, and not some vague concept that I only irregularly entertained in my thoughts, my life went from a two dimensional black and white silent movie in the fog to a multidimensional HD color movie with surround sound. I found a love for the One I now knew as my Father, and discovered a love for the words I began to see with new eyes and understanding in the Bible.
My life became so rich, I began to see the mistakes I had been making, causing me to completely miss the path I had just discovered.
New sights, sounds, thoughts that thrilled me every day.
I just wanted people to taste it.
It didn’t make me better than them.
I just wanted them to see the one mistake that may be keeping them from this amazing path of life.
Because I wanted good for them.
Now I know, tastes are different, and some people don’t like to be told that they may have made a mistake.
But I won’t know that about you until you tell me.
In the meantime, just taste this.
It is the best ever.
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It brings tears when I can’t reach someone who refuses to want to try curly fries, or switch from black and white to seeing in color, or to understand that they are loved so powerfully and deeply that their life will never be the same.
The hatred and invectives that are hurled at those of us who want to share His Love and mercy is so sad and bewildering to me.
Thank you for trying, Randy. Thank you for shouting out “You forgot to carry the 2!”
Thank you for taking the time to write. We are shamed for “forcing our views on others”. I will gladly bear the shame for the hope that someone will believe.