Angels on the Head of a Pin

First, I apologize for not posting in forever (or days in non-writer speak). I’ve had hours to work, kids to take to specialists, and a child who never gets sick trying to get over the worst stomach bug in years.

In the down times, when I have no energy to write (or do the laundry stacked by the baskets), but I’m not tired enough to sleep, I find that I travel down wild roads that most people don’t even think to travel. These are along the lines of the deep theological question: How many angels can dance (or sit) on the head of the pin?

Path 1: I work with many computer programs as part of my job. I also have to understand the programming logic. Sometimes, to get past a validation (error message for non-computer people), I have to “trick” the program by giving the field a specific value. So, have I broken “thou shalt not lie?” Or have I done the software equivalent of hot-wiring a car and the moral value is thereby determined by why I hot-wired the car (stealing versus getting an elderly lady to the hospital)?

Path 2: Jesus prayed in John 17:20-23 that everyone who believed in Him would be one as He and the Father are One. Paul, in Titus 3:9-11, warns against having anything to do with people who would argue about foolish things that are without profit and that are useless. So, why do we have 41,000 denominations worldwide? Why can’t we seek the unity our Lord requested without watering down the message and yet ignoring minor differences in understanding?

Path 3: Jesus told us that to look lustfully is to commit adultery in the heart. At what point does a longing look become envy? At what point does tired creep into lazy? When does self-esteem and intellectual challenge become arrogance and rebellion? Where does frustration transform into anger? Where is the line between earning a few extra dollars to have a nice home and sheer avarice for one-upping the Jones’? If you’re biochemically unstable, how do you know when you’ve reached spiritual dejection and despair?


And this could go on all night. These are the kinds of questions that matter little and yet in a moment could change the outlook of a person.

Path n: If I am supposed to lie down and sleep because the Lord has my back, why can I not just get my Martha mind to shut up for 8 hours to be a Mary?

Like the true number of licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll lollipop, only God knows the answer to all these questions. The rest of the world probably doesn’t care, and neither should I.

Rest well, my friends!


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