first thing: service

This isn't first because it's the most important thing to hate.  It's first because fate dangled it in front of me, like a worm impaled on a hook, ready to die to bring in the catch.


I stopped by the pre-med advisement center the other day.  Everyone was nice. The girl there gave me a few pink sheets of paper, explaining different requirements for an application to medical school. On these papers were other things to hate, but one bold italicized bullet point stuck out like a terrible wart on society's aging face. Required is service.  


Now I waited a few days, let this idea pulse and fester like a wound, waiting until the urge to scratch at it became irresistible. I snapped! HA! And reaching down to claw at it I asked myself the question I always ask myself: 


Why?! 


Have we not learned that certain things when acknowledged turn from gold to dust? Now you step back and ask yourself: Can we accept this anti-miracle, this inversment (I'll make up words if I want!) of sweet charity against itself, giving to get gain? A few might escape, but when duty transfers it's authority to anything but the love of God, can we any longer accept it?


By God and for his sake, no! Idols! This world is full of flaming brazen golden calves and we all walk single file to the Jaws of Molech and lay down the screaming innocent child within us. We even go so far as to prostitute our good works, publish them on our foreheads and etch them into the palm of our hands. But you say, hey man! Calm down! This really isn't so bad! We have to do it! Maybe. We can't have freedom back, we sold it, or somebody sold it and now we can only read about it.  


But I see a glimmer of hope peaking out from behind Potiphar’s Hill.  We can escape, and have our cake and eat it too. Man is only free within himself, but he needs to search deep and tap a part of himself beneath all his goals and hopes and dreams.  He needs to touch a corner of his soul that wants from its creation to practice a bit of will to a higher ideal.  Below every man is an eternal paradigm, a foundation that Jesus promised to strike like Moses and send out fountains of living water. From us! You have a chuck of eternal foundation that once understood perfectly the proper order of things. Service should not be sold, it should be non-marketable, non-transferable.  All checks made out to hell for the amount of SERVICE bounce, and bounce hard.


So find in yourself that corner that wants to help because you've always wanted to help.  Remember when you were 3, and you helped your parents just because that's what you did? You didn't think, "oh...if...if I don't make my parents happy, they won't feed me!" If you did feel that way, I'm sorry for evoking painful memories, but most of us had that sweet childlike charity, uncontaminated by the world.


Let's do what we have to, but not lose sight of how we can do it from the heart. Let's find that lost child that wants to do things just because it's right, and stop burning him up in the fires of Molech. 


Let's reclaim it.  

Why am I doing this?

Why?

That's right.

Why does this world have to be filled with so many things to hate? It's more than my small body can handle, so I'm now distributing the load to you, and to your neighbors, maybe to your mothers if this post reaches so far, but definitely to you. By reading this you have legally acknowledged my right to fill your life with my hate of things.

Now don't get me wrong, I love like any good Christian should, or at least I strive to; but some things need a little bit of hate so this world can be a better place. Agreed?

Now what is it I hate? They all revolve around one idea: we were made to be free. The misconception of this idea leads to practically every detestable thing; people who think being free means one thing and impose it on others, people who feel the liberty to do whatever they can conceive because they think freedom allows them to, institutions that force good meaning people to do things they otherwise would not, society breeding hypocrisy; there may be no end to it.  But it has fueled a fire, and because I can't put it out, I'm going to hate some things, and maybe, just maybe, we can hate them together.

Thanks you and goodnight.