The Bountiful Wonderfulness of the Law
Our neighbors across the street have a phenomenally beautiful home. It isn't anything special in-and-of itself, but what they've put into it makes it a top candidate for being showcased in one of those best home magazines.
Turns out the busy-body lady in the house behind them called them out for having too much awning over patio areas. So the city sped over to tell them to get rid of some of it. I've seen all the awning area they have. It is marvelous. Compliments the entire look fabulously. There is plenty of sky to be seen. Every time I'm over there I seethe with the worst jealouly, this back yard is to die for. Everyone who likes nice things would think it worthy of the gods.
That is, 99.9999 percent of us standard-issue human beings.
Not Mrs. Crabgrass behind them though.
And this thing called the law, which in this case dictates some rigmarole about exceeding acceptable awning space. Yes I know there are probably very good things about this law and certainly there are perfectly good reasons to have it.
But as God's word very clearly states, the letter of the law kills.
Why are there just so damn many murderers out there?
My wife mentioned that as this travesty is occurring, four houses down from where we live is a home that is literally a piece of shit. Now yes I did say literally, which means that when the conventional definition is considered it must mean I'm saying the house is actually fecal matter, which wouldn't make sense -- I understand. But really, who made the definition of the word "shit" anyway? Why can't it literally refer to a house that has a yard full of dry grass and bare dirt blotches, weeds overrunning the concrete everywhere, paint not just peeling but leaping off the house, old crappy looking cars parked at goofy angles in the cracked driveway...you know what these places look like. I mean come on, why shouldn't the dictionary state: "Shit. Noun. 1. A house that really looks like shit."
All this just makes me think of human sacrifice. Murderous people like this idiot lady have just got to find a way to shred the decent value of hardworking folks right off their soul. The governing authorities end up enabling it because of the strict and often draconion principles in "The Law." Meanwhile no one can do anything to the shit dwellers down the street because what're you going to do? The reason their place is shit because they're worthless anyway. "Make this house better or... or..."
"Or what?"
The answer to the murderous nosy lady and the worthless shithouse keepers, both of them, is Jesus Christ.
It is by His truth and grace that people can see the beauty of what our across-the-street neighbors are doing and rejoice in it, and also the worthlessness of people like our down-the-street neighbors can be wiped out -- really, I'm no less worthless without Him, I'm no one special. By His grace I also know that I don't know everything there is to know about either of their situations one way or the other.
But that's only because of Christ loving me, loving the busy-body lady, loving the lazy homeowners/renters/whoever as much as He does.
I'm waiting for the current economic debt bomb to explode in people's faces, only so that by it people can really see the pointlessness of the law to stop sinful behavior. Every time I read a finance expert's shrill cry for more and more regulation of reprehensible behavior by political and financial institutions, I think about when the tipping point will happen -- that point when people understand that this whole sin and law and worthlessness thing is for the birds, and that only Christ and His work shedding His own blood can truly end the horror of human sacrifice.
This thing with our neighbors is just a microcosm of all that.
Watch out. The fireworks are only just beginning.
Turns out the busy-body lady in the house behind them called them out for having too much awning over patio areas. So the city sped over to tell them to get rid of some of it. I've seen all the awning area they have. It is marvelous. Compliments the entire look fabulously. There is plenty of sky to be seen. Every time I'm over there I seethe with the worst jealouly, this back yard is to die for. Everyone who likes nice things would think it worthy of the gods.
That is, 99.9999 percent of us standard-issue human beings.
Not Mrs. Crabgrass behind them though.
And this thing called the law, which in this case dictates some rigmarole about exceeding acceptable awning space. Yes I know there are probably very good things about this law and certainly there are perfectly good reasons to have it.
But as God's word very clearly states, the letter of the law kills.
Why are there just so damn many murderers out there?
My wife mentioned that as this travesty is occurring, four houses down from where we live is a home that is literally a piece of shit. Now yes I did say literally, which means that when the conventional definition is considered it must mean I'm saying the house is actually fecal matter, which wouldn't make sense -- I understand. But really, who made the definition of the word "shit" anyway? Why can't it literally refer to a house that has a yard full of dry grass and bare dirt blotches, weeds overrunning the concrete everywhere, paint not just peeling but leaping off the house, old crappy looking cars parked at goofy angles in the cracked driveway...you know what these places look like. I mean come on, why shouldn't the dictionary state: "Shit. Noun. 1. A house that really looks like shit."
All this just makes me think of human sacrifice. Murderous people like this idiot lady have just got to find a way to shred the decent value of hardworking folks right off their soul. The governing authorities end up enabling it because of the strict and often draconion principles in "The Law." Meanwhile no one can do anything to the shit dwellers down the street because what're you going to do? The reason their place is shit because they're worthless anyway. "Make this house better or... or..."
"Or what?"
The answer to the murderous nosy lady and the worthless shithouse keepers, both of them, is Jesus Christ.
It is by His truth and grace that people can see the beauty of what our across-the-street neighbors are doing and rejoice in it, and also the worthlessness of people like our down-the-street neighbors can be wiped out -- really, I'm no less worthless without Him, I'm no one special. By His grace I also know that I don't know everything there is to know about either of their situations one way or the other.
But that's only because of Christ loving me, loving the busy-body lady, loving the lazy homeowners/renters/whoever as much as He does.
I'm waiting for the current economic debt bomb to explode in people's faces, only so that by it people can really see the pointlessness of the law to stop sinful behavior. Every time I read a finance expert's shrill cry for more and more regulation of reprehensible behavior by political and financial institutions, I think about when the tipping point will happen -- that point when people understand that this whole sin and law and worthlessness thing is for the birds, and that only Christ and His work shedding His own blood can truly end the horror of human sacrifice.
This thing with our neighbors is just a microcosm of all that.
Watch out. The fireworks are only just beginning.
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