Art and Spiritual Blindness



I never thought about Spiritual blindness until I thought about Spiritual blindness. I heard comedian D.L. Hughley say “…President Obama is who we aspired to be, and President Donald Trump is who we have become…”  As a people, the fact still remains that the world is filled with people that are so disconnected from what really matters hatred and bigotry shoot up through their veins. Envy and Jealousy the marrow in their bones, and their eyes filled with pathetic lies. Psalms 12:1 “I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? Another quote from the Bible “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests” Luke 2:14.   The world is just not balanced where there is “Good” there is “Evil”  “Predator” and “Prey” For this destructive time will bring about a spiritual awakening in Devine timing.  Quote from the Bible Isiah 9:6 “And His Name Shall Be Called Wonderful” We are living in Perilous times The days of doing unrighteous acts to one another during the weekdays, and going to church on Sunday mean and surly sit in the seat of self-righteousness is coming to a screeching halt. Presently I am reading First Lady Michele Obama’s new book “Becoming” brilliantly written and thought-provoking. The word “Becoming” is so important and it transcends a message to all that will hear. For instance, before a farmer begins a new crop he must burn the old crop down and start anew with the soil preparation, planting, irrigation, pest prevention, and a new harvest.  A great lesson for all that is cognitive of becoming. My ultimate dream is to one day wake up, and see pages from my childhood coloring book that I colored a paradise overrun with trees that are bright with  brilliantly  lit colors of hue heartfelt  pink, an array of roundabout carousel  purple leaves, and ground floor drenched with yellow sunflowers fixed  smiling faces in the center, a caravan of teal colored birds chasing each other across the vanilla sky. The vibrant variations of bent knees of blades of gold colored grass beneath my feet swaying in the sensational breeze.  The Children joyful laughter fills the air as they pick ripe food of sweetness from the abundant shade trees. Broken hearts or hearts are broken open to dispel Spiritual Blindness open up and let in the Eternal Light and let the Sea breeze feather across our faces as we run across the field of “Forgiveness”. Acts 9:18  “At that instant, something like scales fell from his eyes, and he regained his sight”

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