i have met up with one of these nameless hog-somethings.
The one i met had a name though. His name is Don Miller. And you need to meet him too. Though after reading this you may chose not to. And that's fine. The Sight ain't for everybody and it brings it's own troubles.
For the germophobes out there, fear not, his spit is metaphorical. He spits in the same way that the Apostle Paul did...in letters. It started with a collection of letters to America called Blue Like Jazz. This book pulled the scales from my eyes.
You see, i am a christian. Though i was not living like one. Oh, i went to church, even led worship. i guess you could say that my eyes were only partially open. i was like another blind man.
Christ hisself came across this one. So i guess, Jesus is a nameless hog-something too. Cause he was moved to help this poor beggar who was blind. Not metaphorically, but really. Jusus is not a germaphobe. Jesus, knelt down, took up some dirt, spit on it and made mud. He then rubbed this on the eyes of the beggar. The funny thing is that the guy's eyes were opened but only a little. When Jesus asks him how now, the beggar says, "I can see men, but they walk around like trees." The guy's vision was still imperfect.
Now Jesus is perfect and so we must assume that He meant to do this. This partial healing. He then rubs a little more saliva pie on the guy and sho nuff, sight. Full and clear and in fabulous Smell-o-vision.
So, i was a christian but my sight was like stage one, there. i could see but i couldn't see clearly. i was still dragging around a lot of baggage that had nothing to do with Christ or the life He has for His children. i was still doing things and doing them in ways that did not honor Christ or the God I serve. i was fighting all sorts of goblinny and trollish critters that i could barely see but sense their pricks and pokes just fine. i prayed all the time for the Spirit to live and work in me and yet i was the biggest impediment to Him.
The really weird thing was, i was miserable. i had all the signs in front of me, banging against my shins, that i was living wrong and yet i couldn't stop trudging onward. i was a victim of my own dogma. That all i needed to do was persevere. And since perseverance wasn't working and making my life better i assumed that life sucked. If you haven't met a christian who has determined that he has proof that life is a big sham designed to burden the living then thank God right now, cuz they are a plague worse than locusts and blood for water combined. They consume all the joy in a room and spew nothing nourishing in return.
But Hallelujah, i was blind but now i see! Nothing looks the same anymore. Not relationships, not work, not my home or my kids. i have no idea where this is all going and that's fine, cuz finally, i feel like the Spirit is able to work without my interference. Instead of blindly marching onward with my bloody shins and my gritted teeth and my sledgehammer of joyless faith, i am skipping along holding the hand of the Father and waiting to see what's next?
Here's spit in your eye!