We have created a million subdividing inner circles of both highbrow and downcast with exclusively subtle rules for inclusion into these secret societies. This desperate craving to belong began in middle-school if not before. People, places, position, possessions, rank, station, and a multitude of other countless qualifiers lull us into temporal “better than” inner circles. But the novelty loses its luster and we find we belong to an inner circle we despised less than three years earlier. From wearing all black gothic to donning vividly vogue poolside attire, we must fit in. Belonging by exclusion.
Many inner circles espouse unconditional love but conditionally loved people create them and the house of cards crumbles. Many espouse hatred, proffering bravado tough guy exteriors but grace sneaks in and the inner circle is abandoned by all but the lonely few clinging to an insecurely illusionary core.
And then the unimaginable happens and such bonds by polar opposites grows stronger than a creek side Oak tree. A Marine Corps soldier and a flower child tree hugger dare to look beyond the facade and society’s label gun and because they do, in laying down fear-wrought arms, they grow to like the other. Everywhere from the free Masons to Calvinists to traditional Catholicism to local members of quilting conventions, the inner circles are clamoring for clichés, mottos, meaning, purpose, and recite their innumerable platitudes and creeds nowise taught by Christ Himself.Christ was hated not only because He brought good new but also because He is still bringing New news.
“”But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites, because you shut off the kingdom of heaven from people; for you do not enter in yourselves, nor do you allow those who are entering to go in.” -Christ
Good enough has a peculiar way of feeding off an identity of better than.Christ is the truth!Everything else is a distraction.And at the end of the day, little boys and girls wearing all black, business suits, and a host of other decorative divisional costumes lay down at night wondering, “Who am I? What am I?”