There’s been an internal damage done within the hearts of people.
And now, we’re hell bent on eating them.
You might have heard about this phenomenon, the one where we’re so angry with rich people, we become inclined to swallow them whole. Or perhaps chopped up into fine little pieces smothered in ketchup.
I’m not sure how the process is supposed to go. I only work here.
I find that sort of thinking completely shortsighted, obviously. And if I have to pile it into any specific category, I suppose I’d go with an old favorite: “the pile of malarky where I have to stop being a human being to others and let my lying feelings determine my fate.”
You know, my favorite category.
There are rich people. There are poor people. There are black people and white people. And straight people and gay people and people who are one day a her and the next day a him.
There are people who can’t see and others who can’t hear and some who do both at the same time like Hellen Keller. There are people who love dogs and people who love cats and people who made an entire childhood out of torturing God’s creatures. And there are people who lean towards the good and others who lean towards the bad.
And guess what?
We’re all sinners.
To ascribe our precious feelings onto another soul buried in a meat sack is a waste of time. Time not wasted would look like this: knowing the truth, knowing what’s bad and what’s good and loving another human anyway. Because we aren’t to judge. We ARE, however, to clothe and feed and humble ourselves even before the ones who spit on us. Even before the ones who are making this life just a wee bit unbearable.
We are not to eat them. Jesus didn’t eat people. Remember that.
Every single one has a heart that beats, and I might be going out on a limb here, but none of them taste very good.
So take your own bleeding heart and wipe it up. Stick a band-aid on it. And realize, it doesn’t look much different than anyone else’s.