And then you wonder: which was better? burning or bleeding?
I suppose this is another one of those "rhetorical" questions...
But I do still wonder (isn't that the point?).
I suppose the more I think about it- my mind keeps wandering back to the intent of a person. To "get" burned...some force outside yourself is in play...or some force within your self that you would rather not acknowledge.
So when some thing or person burns you because of love- in the most undiluted sense of the word/action- than I would rather burn for all my life than bleed.
But when a burning happens out of the sin of man kind- my veins would rather run dry.
And yet- aren't most people well-intentioned to their own [limited] knowledge? That would be...not saying that humans are/not intrinsically "good" vs. "evil", but most have "good" intentions?
So, that being said...I still wrestle with the well-intentioned demons that confuse my every step.
Evangelicals who will carry signs at the funeral of a person who lived a homosexual lifestyle yelling of Hell and damnation.
Paris Hilton and her life.
Random adults asking me if I am dating anyone.
My father's recommendations of how to wash the dishes.
The "contemporary" church's need for a media-infused service.
...Granted, these are all on different planes of life. But- I suppose, I would hope that the intentions of any one of these "do-ers" is, in some way, good.
So, how many people have I hurt so far today?
"I can't believe I gave a dork my underware"