Human beings are the pinnacles of design. We have the capacity to be good, do good, or to be bad, and do bad, with pretty much everything in between.
But living in this world, you get the idea that we’re a pretty crummy product, and if you don’t resist the voices who want to subdue you to their thinking, you might accept the various lies you’re told.
Some religions teach that, because of Adam and Eve’s actions, all humans are born sinful, repulsive in God’s sight, and the Father who created us doesn’t become that father, nor love us, until we take certain steps and say certain words. It’s hard to connect with a guy like that.
On the scientific front, the theory of natural selection opens up the possibility that certain people are better than others (survival of the fittest) and those who make it to the top, even if it involves stepping over other people’s faces, deserve to get there. Of course, we don’t talk about this.
The parasite class (which prefers to be called the elite, but good people really need to start identifying them more accurately by their attitude and lifestyle) considers a chunk of humanity useless eaters because we’re not useful . . . to them.
And lately, again on the scientific front, the secular version of the doctrine of original sin abounds in the idea that we humans are infused with germs, and the very act of sneezing will quite possibly kill Grandma.
On the whole, the assorted establishments and organizations of the world don’t think much of the average, ordinary, real, genuine human being. If we listened to them, believed them, followed what they said, we would understandably feel discouraged, unwanted, unimportant, even dangerous to the existence of others. And we would depend upon them to tell us how to live so that we can escape the curse of our humanity.
This is not what we were born to be or feel. Every human being enters the world with that potential to do good, be good, and while we regularly mess up and fall short of what we want to be, feel we can be, as long as we operate from the standpoint that we are valuable, precious, unique, creative, beautiful and truly useful (not to the parasites, but to other human beings) we get closer and closer to the becoming who and what we were born to be.
Good, decent, creative, imaginative, valuable human beings.
Thank you for joining me at This Woman Writes. I incorporate the images of my husband, painter Steve Henderson, who paints what I write about — light, life, truth, honesty, questioning, curiosity, independence, and freedom. The image used in this article, Bold Innocence, is available as a print or image on gift items at SteveHendersonCollections.com.
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