Don't get me wrong, I enjoy one liners with the profundity of a fortune cookie insert as much as the next guy. If it were only one isolated incident, I would have let it pass, since I am a gracious sort of person, but today I got hit with two 'how dumb to they think we are?' moments.
The first was when I clicked on a link a friend forwarded to me, with no explanation, featuring a preacher of the female persuasion who boasts of titles such as evangelist and prophetess. I waited patiently as the video loaded only to hear her start talking about pens. Yes, pens, the writing instruments.
She began by instructing everyone present, and those watching at home, not to use a Bic, because it was for the common person, and I waited to see the profound prophetic insight attached to such a foolish remark.
I gave her the benefit of the doubt, perhaps she had a contract with the Pilot people, or Cross Pens, or even Sharpie. So fine, don't use a Bic, now what?
She then went on to say that your writing instrument determines where you're headed, and that she has even paid upwards of five thousand dollars for an ink pen. Yes, I said five thousand dollars, it was not a misprint, or a misspelling. What a way to spend the widow's mite! So if you're writing with a Bic, you're out of luck, you will always be common and ordinary.
Luckily I write with a Dr. Grip someone gave me at a meeting a few years back, and I buy the refills for a dollar, so I don't feel that ordinary.
Jesus wrote in the sand with His finger. Did that per chance determine where He was headed?
My second 'how dumb do they think we are?' moment of the day came by way of a letter that was waiting in my basket this morning when I got to the Hand of Help office. The perfectly polished teeth of a smiling face caught my attention, and a fraction of a second later I saw the big yellow letters, scrawled as if by hand on the outside of the envelope that said, 'your future is decided by who you have chosen to believe!' Yes, and you are what you eat as well.
I opened the envelope, just for kicks since I already knew, if only in broad terms what the letter inside entailed, and discovered that my success was on this man's mind, in fact powerfully so, and he queried as to whether or not I saw in myself the four success qualities he saw in me. Lucky me, my own personal cheering section.
Requests for a faith promise ensued, as well as promises of seeing my 'miracle day' if I was inclined to sow a seed.
For some unexplainable reason it isn't the world, but the leaders of today's church that think Christianity is the oasis, the last and only refuge for the simple minded and semi literate.
We have boiled the message of the cross in all it's beauty and complexity down to catchy one liners, and monosyllabic clusters of unrelated words that usually end in 'you can do it', or 'make a vow.'
We need to once again be reminded that the Bible is unique. Although the essence of the message can be grasped by the simplest of minds, its depth is as such that it has challenged and stimulated the intellect of some of the greatest minds ever to walk this earth.
There are layers upon layers in God's Word, and the deeper we go, the greater and more priceless the treasure.
When I was young, I was fascinated by archeology, so I will use an archaeological analogy to explain myself.
When considering a dig sight, archaeologists perform what is commonly referred to as a core sample survey. Basically, they take a hollow metal tube, and drive it into the ground, then lift the column of earth trapped in the tube and study it for evidence of previous and bygone civilizations.
Each strata of earth tells a story, and reveals something about the people and the culture that once inhabited that precise piece of earth. Although you may only find gum rappers, and bottle caps on the surface, the deeper you go, the more valuable the things you will find, and the more insightful and revealing the information you will glean.
Don't be content with the one liners, the substance less promises, which amount to the gum wrappers and bottle caps of doctrine and wisdom, dig deeper, for that is where the true treasure awaits those who diligently seek it.
I have often been criticized for using big words in some of my writings, and to those critics I have said, and continue to say, that I am writing for the Children of God, and they are anything but ordinary, or of average intelligence. I choose to believe the best of my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, and consider myself the dumbest of the lot.
Even if some may not understand a word here or there, the essence of the message is clear to all: Jesus, the Blood, and the Cross.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.