Archive for sin

A Father’s Lullaby To His Unborn Child

Posted in Deep Thoughts, True Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2015 by dissectingthefetalpig
So sleep, little one, sleep. Let your eyes grow heavy as I tell you a tale of woe and redemption. Let me recant to you the tale of my life. Of my often turbulent and troubled youth and how it became a daily pattern of disturbing and often repugnant behavior. My life had become a dark series of twists and turns with the occasional tale of glory. All of these things had an integral part making me who I am today. Listen as I fondly recant how I had met your mother and how her love started to put me on a better path. Let my voice be calm and soft, though it may often quiver, as I tell you the tale of the night that I bolted upright and in a fit of panic as realty came to conquer. Allow me to retrace for you, my child, the exact pivoting moment where I decided to best possible human being that I could be as I realized what terrible and awful human being I had been. I had been a poor excuse at best. Maligned and with a less than pleasant disposition. It was the night I sat up with a fright and and had awoken your mother, who was then not bearing you. I just had a complete flashback of my life and saw myself for who was and what I really had been throughout the years. It was an exquisite pain at first; to see the full picture from an outside view. I suffered a tremendous anxiety attack as I realized that I deserve nothing less than the pains of hell and what a terrible sinner I had been all throughout my life. How I had been exactly like my father and his father before him.  And, how then, at that exact moment, triumphantly decided, that no matter the outcome, I, your father, would break that vicious cycle and would ensure that by the time you came along that you would never know such hardships, such pain or the endless hunger no matter how tough the times may be. That I would be the best role model a father could be.
May my words fill your little heart with courage and confidence. Pray that you drift off into sleep always knowing your fathers love, so that he, too, may sleep soundly in his final years to come.

The Devil You Say??

Posted in Deep Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2010 by dissectingthefetalpig

Photobucket

We do not sin because the devil exists. The devil exists because we sin. Our iconic religious images are no more different than Bill Keane’s characters Ida Know and Not Me in The Family Circus. Those characters exist out of refusal of admittance. God, on the flip side, is our longing for praise. We do our good deeds in the name of god. We want his praise, his love, and even his acceptance. Why do we not just go about saying that we do our good and bad deeds out of our own interests. I do bad because something in my make up said I should. Something in my life experience pushes me in that direction. I can’t always control it, nor can anyone else. It’s not the devil that made me do it. I just use him as a scapegoat.

%d bloggers like this: