Change

I despise this post. I wrote it 30.Dec.11, and thought I might fix it up. It's rank and has some neat bits:

Change
A tradition of uniformity yields effective uniforms, both hallowed and respected. But old wineskins can't hold new wine. Reimagination permits the expansion of unheard of thoughts and ideas - new flavors wouldn't develop if the wine-process was flawless every time. Little variables become lifeblood and direction.
The Father's vision is 'wine' and Man gets caught in the (so limited) 'this wine, this way' mindset. The new flavors are not an abomination or departure from God's purpose - they're wine - just not the wine we may have wanted or expected. And yet through new notes and tones we are enriched in the variety he provides.
Evolution has a negative connotation in my head. I'd rather 'variation'. (Is this compromising the Word?)
I know the father is of one vision, a pure word that creates and imbues life. On the surface, it would seem that any modification to this word would be to detract from its purity and perfection. But He doesn't want us to be plain. Simple, yes, for ease's sake (a childlike faith). There are more than a thousand varieties of apples grown in the United States, bred and re-bred and altered. This is excessively amazing. We don't need this much variety, but it shows where our hearts lie. And this is a matter of heart. Why all that? Is it to exert influence so we can feel strong and in control of our lives and world? Is it to exercise creativity? An unforeseen accident is one thing: oh, the bees cross-pollinated our Granny Smiths with our Pink Ladies and aha: Granny Ladies!  Why invest in the science of apples when there is life in the Father to be had?! You might be called to breeding new apples, ones with a longer shelf life, more meat, or a natural bug repellent, and all these things are great and helpful, but how does this enhance the living of life?
All things are permitted, and in faith (submission) all things are life.
How does a true and simple thing become complex?  The hands of man take control. They wrest their 'freedom' from the hands of the greater one and run about fulfilling grand schemes. Like a teenager, like the prodigal son. Some live that way full-stop, and some repent and head back home. OR God sparks inspiration and the man seeks out its purpose and execution in humility, the intended end for the work. This life isn't about what's done, it's about the heart-work through it. We're only around to open, suspend, dissect, animate, reanimate, and suture what's been (and we constantly find as) a deadened heart.
No man, culture, or worship is better than another. Not in God's eyes, anyway. "Be with me in spirit and in Truth and I'll be with you." I think that's scripture. In me it is.