Look around you. Take inventory of your environment. Every specific thing you see is called a particular. Particulars are singular objects. These particulars have qualities: length, width, height, texture, odor, color, and sound. So you see a blue couch and a blue hat. This is the only quality that these two particulars share. But since
And then you remember your own fear. Your own utter inability to say out loud what happened to you: to tell your story, to make yourself and your pains plain. You find your eyes traveling skyward in the silent hope that it is not really falling. And humble prayers of your own sinfulness cross your lips in the dearest hope that God will not choose today to rain down his justifiable wrath for the list of sins attached to your soul. You hedge your bets against tomorrow: staying quiet and believing if you refuse to call for justice and righteousness that will keep you out of God’s mind, away from the path of the boogieman of bad.
Many of the Church collectivist ideology use words like precious, helpless, loving, feeding, leading, disciplining, straying, and caring to discuss the need and objective of Church Governance. The assumption is we are all a bunch of infants, naïve, and pure, and needing mommy’s loving touch. This is the Brady Bunch interpretation that sounds churchy and wholesome but it’s really just marketing and packaging. In another breath or three those same folk will talk of human depravity and unremitting sinfulness, and utter culpability.