So, yeah, what happens to our minds sometimes? Our hearts? The conflicts of interest. The fighting, the interacting between what we want to be the truth and what actually is the truth. The Bible displays it as an interaction between flesh and spirit.
Let's just say that someone you have known for many years on a professional, respectable level doesn't show up at work one day. Highly unusual because this person is a Type A, responsible, anal sort of guy. A guy who went to medical school in his distant past and actually practiced for quite some time in a medical clinic. He is looked up to, valued for his opinions and education, and does things quite by the book. Quite simply, he is not at work one day. So, the rumors begin....he's dead, he's passed out, he's fled the country, he's been kidnapped. No, actually, he's in jail you find out. Really? Huh. Wow. Never would have thought it. And for what? Drum roll, please: Sodomy. Child Abuse. Sexual Abuse. 87 counts of it. And thus begins the conflicts in my heart and head.
I believe that we are capable of anything as human beings. Humans are easily the target of other human beings hatred, abuse, comments, and discord. People die at the barrel of a gun as a result of some other human flesh pulling the trigger. People's faces have been slapped by others. Jokes and giggles and making fun of have all happened at the hands of me. You. All of us. But sodomy? Sexual abuse? Child abuse? True or not true, I don't know.
Yeah. It can happen. Gasp! None of us is above another. Not one of us is above the law, or right or wrong, or acceptable or unacceptable. It can happen to any of us on any given day of the week. Our humanness does show through sometimes. Our frailties do come to light many times in our lives.
So before we say "Never, I," we'd better take a second, or even a third, look in the mirror. Look at the zits, the pocks, the wrinkles, the age spots. They are there for a reason. We have scratches and gouges in our lives because we are human. Because we are flesh and blood. We were born, we age, we contort, we move through life, and we die. Each path is different -- but very much the same.
I refuse to pass judgment. Another lesson of life is being learned. And this one not from a textbook.