The past couple weeks have been so busy, I haven't had time to even sit and let myself think. Last week, I was at my aunt's house helping her with a huge garage sale, and this week I've been helping renovate our huge house. It's 3 stories, not counting the basement, and could use a little TLC and elbow grease - more of the latter.
The past couple weeks have also been exciting. The same aunt as above is growing more and more in the church, and was over for a couple days this week helping on the house. She borrowed nearly every single booklet we had, and is devouring them faster than I thought possible.
The thing that brought this all about is the telecast by Mr. Wally Smith - I forget what the title was, but the thing that caught in my mind is that he compared us to the people in the movie "The Matrix." Now, this is one of my favorite movies of all time, and not just because of the trenchcoats and cool sunglasses. It was extremely interesting to me how, when you think about it, it is a perfect parallel to the church. Sure, the Matrix is a perfect parallel to many things, but bear with me. I start out with Mr. Smith's comparisons, and branch out into my own ramblings. You have to have seen the Matrix to know what exactly I'm talking about.
The Matrix itself is compared to Satan's counterfeit religions - the people don't know that the world around them is a carefully crafted fake, built to look just like the real thing, but with a few minor and major differences. When little inconsistencies show up, they're glossed over as if they are nothing, like deja vu. When people start asking questions and rebelling against the authority, they are either brushed off or, if they are persistent, flushed away - or excommunicated as the case may be. The priests are, of course, the agents, keeping everything in order for the Matrix to run smoothly.
Where does that leave me and my aunt? Well, I am Morpheus, so to speak, because I kinda-sorta showed her the way, and offered her the blue and red pills.
If you take the blue pill, you ignore the inkling in the back of your mind that tells you that something isn't right. You stay asleep and believe whatever you want to believe
If you take the red pill, I show you how deep the deception goes.
My aunt would be Neo, wondering what is wrong with the world, nothing fitting, until Morpheus shows up with something that makes sense. She take s the red pill, and embarks on a new journey, surrounded by people who have done this since they were young, a newcomer amidst the crew, eager to learn but still hesitant to barge in. OK, so she's not "The One" persay, but you get the idea.
I still don't know who is supposed to be Trinity (Ironic, don'tcha think?) and the rest of the gang, but it is still pretty interesting.
Welcome to the real world.
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Like you, I decided need closure. So I picked the anniversary of that very special day three years ago and will add a comment to this old blog entry of yours because this is the niece I knew. Whether you see it or not at this old and forgotten blog spot, it will be up to God to decide.
That mean spirited letter sent on April 27th, filled with false accusations, persecution and paranoia, to me, might as well have been written by a man in sunglasses and a suit.
I end my version of the movie in this way. Morpheus is missing and presumed dead and the Matrix still exists but Neo escaped. End of story? For me it is. You? I will watch from a distance with interest, care and concern as I always did and will.
It was a big pill to swallow and at peace with my choice. I am also at peace with your choice. I am glad God gave me this trial for it has made me stronger than ever both spiritually and in my relationships with brethren. I have no regrets where you are concern and know I can hold my head up proudly before my Father in passing yet another test and not returning hate with hate. He separated me from you and I accepted this and know it is for the best.
I am glad you are happy. I will love you forever. Goodbye C-
PS: As of this date, your parents have not read that letter. The gift, it was a homemade throw blanket which was to be given in the spirit from which it was made…with love, care and kindness. It will be kept up in my closet with hope and faith that someday I can give it to you in that same spirit.
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