Have you ever found yourself in a place in which the longer you stayed, the more perplexing it became. Where oftentimes what you learned in the beginning no longer applies or makes sense, because we’ve taken on, or added pointless
layers of little or no consequence, that make what was ideally simplistic far more complex. My last two years in High School were such. As a mandated study requirement, we were required to take advanced math, such as Algebra II,
Calculus, Trigonometry, and Statistics (which is full of falsehoods by the way). The theory was always, no matter how long the problem becomes the process for solving for “x” or “y”, was always the same each time. For me, however, my
senior year, I became ill and missed several days of school. It might as well have been an entire academic year because I was never able to catch up. The harder I tried, it seemed the less I understood the original method, thus I was
never able to get back on track. I had a tutor that worked tirelessly with me for a month or so, in which he would come by the house and review problems and formulas with me, while sitting at my grandmother’s dining room table, but it
did not connect, and I could not relate. No matter how noble my effort to keep pace, I missed too much time, and I was now frustrated by the voices, new methods, and the probability of becoming disenfranchised (or disinterested).
Unbeknownst to my mother and father (without their consent), I dropped the class. In fact, I do not think anyone realized until my final semester of school, when they were trying to determine if I met all the requirements for graduation.
My senior year would prove to be my worst academically for several reasons, but there was too much going on, my father was in the military, I moved my senior year, the family split up, graduation requirements changed geographically
(state mandates), and I only received “one” offer to go to college. Just one? Like the burdens suffered by those in Galatia, in which they became pawns in a biblical tug-o-war, to determine their affiliation or association. Were they of
the law or of grace? Were they of Peter or Paul? Should they being Gentiles now become Jews; or should vice versa a Jew suddenly become a Gentile? Do we abide under the law, is the law no longer of effect? Or do we presume that we live in
the abundance of our newfound freedoms and liberties that are granted under Christ to do whatever we please (sinful or not).
There was enough confusion then, there is even more so today as the lines of understanding often become blurred. Many often inquire about the difference between this religion and that? What’s the difference between this church and
that? What’s the difference between this Bible and that, and so on. It’s all the same, isn’t it? No, it is not. Always creating a stage for great swelling debates about rightness and wrongness, rather than emphasizing the righteousness of God. Living life in a manner that is pleasing to God. Yes, like the cat wrapped and tangled in yarn, there is no escape from its grasp. The more we wrestle, the worse it becomes, leaving us weakened and vulnerable, realizing that we only have one hope of salvation, one chance of redemption.
Today’s Podcast is titled.
Wrapped Up … the Cat in the Yarn
