Blog 998 – 05.18.2018
There is a great line in the writings of a man called Paul that says, “I am become all things to all men that by any means I might save some.” First of all let me say that for some time now I have come to believe that no one really needs saving unless perhaps it is those who seem so desperately in need of saving somebody else. History is rife with so much mischief that transpired in the New World, in Africa, around the world, perpetrated in most part by people who felt it was their mission to save the world. Oddly enough in the places where most of the people that “needing saving” lived were valuable lands with lots of natural resources above and below ground. And these missionaries or their children not only relieved the saved of their sins but their lives and property as well. It has happened and continues to way too many times to be a coincidence.
Religious folk have a tendency to look down their noses at other’s cultures, other’s religions, and other’s situations and say, “But for the grace of God there go I.” But according to the Big Guy, Him/Herself, “You, I, we are already there.” Or as Lance puts it so sweetly in today’s Mockingbird song, “C’est Moi” – It Is Me.
Pogo, the comic strip character said it too, in so many words, that we have discovered the enemy and it is us. Likewise we have discovered the hero, the harlequin, the angel and the whore. We are individually and collectively all these things. Now don’t get your feathers ruffled or your righteous indignation all in a huff. This is why the the Pharisees, the right wing religious people in Jesus day were so offended when he said that the harlots and publicans (Not Republicans but the tax collectors, the con men of the day, okay Republicans , Democrats, and Independents too) would enter the kingdom of heaven ahead of them. Notice he did not say they would not enter too just that the folks they looked down their noses at were closer to the door than they and would get to go in ahead of them. That would only gall anyone if they thought they were “better than” and that the others needed “saving.”
That Lance knows his worth and it is not bluster as he proves later. But listen to him answer the call to come to Camelot and be the knight she deserves.
“C’est moi! C’est moi! The angels have chose
To fight their battles below,
And here I stand, as pure as a pray’r
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare,
The godliest man I know!
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Little ole me,