Christian Allegory - The lost seeking salve in sin.
I meander down the sidewalk along my neighbourhood street. I
see a man standing in front of a telephone pole. His eye is black and swollen. And
he walks into the pole, again and again. His nose starts to bleed. I pause in
disbelief: Such an odd site. He refuses to walk around it. Perhaps he doesn’t
know he can?
“Friend, you can walk around the poll. Come over here, to
the sidewalk.”
He pauses and looks at me and then smiles. A tooth falls out
of his mouth. He tells me I’m a fool. And he resumes his preferred path of striking
his face into the pole: over and over again.
Why does he do this? I contemplate it, but it is beyond me. I
cannot understand why he does this. I step towards him and look closely at his
face. Tears stream down his cheeks, mixing with blood and pain.
“How long have you been here?” I ask
He doesn’t remember anymore. He doesn’t remember when he first
met the pole.
I grab his arm, and pull him towards the sidewalk. And he
screams at me and strikes my face with his open hand. I release his arm and he
walks back to the pole, and resumes his bloody insanity.
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with this place? I do
not belong here. I turn and walk to a field to gather my thoughts. I see
somebody lying face down in the grass. I run to them to see if they are
alright. They are dead. Others walk by, but no one cares. No one looks. Some step
over the body. Others walk around it. A couple pause to point and laugh and
then move on.
I am unsure what to do. I just stand there. A lady stops
beside me and looks at the grass. She leans over and picks up a colorful
mushroom and plops it into her mouth. As she chews on it she grows ill. She swallows
and picks another and eats it as well. Her legs weaken and she falls to her
knees. She reaches for another and I call to her to stop.
“Those are killing you!”
She looks at me, her eyes as vaporous as smoke.
“What do you know?”
And she eats another. She coughs and heaves blood from her
mouth. I turn to her and fall on my knees beside her, pleading,
“Please, stop eating those mushrooms! They’re killing you!”
She smiles and eats another, and falls over in the grass. She
lies beside the other body as still as stone. I weep. She is just a stranger,
but I weep. I stand and decide I should go home. This place saddens me. And as I
think these thoughts, two others stop to eat the mushrooms …
Don't eat the mushrooms friends ... "I came so they might have life, a great full life" (John 10:10 NLV)
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