when you build a fire you start with a small bundle of twigs
to begin the flame. then, slowly add more and more, bigger and bigger
and soon you have a steady burn.
The timeline of 6:
we all want to be the deciders.
judge the world, the president, our neighbors,
the unlawful, the moneymakers and rump-shakers.
put your mother in that line-up.
your son or daughter, sister or brother.
a man tells you to pick your 6 favorite people in the whole world.
people you love the most, cherish the best.
then he tells you, out of those 6, you have to shoot 4 and let 2 walk away, unharmed.
who wants to judge now?
do you want to hold that decision, that wreck-less ignorance in your hands now?
i say this, because i sit high in my chair behind the bench way too often.
this scenario once played out in our own history a long time ago.
but the man holding the gun decided he didn't want that role.
he couldn't shoot 4 and free 2, so he turned the gun on himself and saved 6.
love was born.
now our world has circled back and we walk the streets everyday, strapped to the nines.
the question is, are you going to blindly, foolishly point and shoot?
or rather choose to be in line with the greater things we may never understand and
live for love?
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