“Who’s God to tell me what to do?”
So we, the actors, rebelled against the Director and tried writing our own script, in a form. we p referred. We’ve eaten the forbidden fruit, and tried to play God. Meaning? We’ve ignored and de spised God, abused each other, and vandalized the planet.
That’s sin – missing the mark we were made for.
We’ve turned inward, and act like the universe revolves around me.
We’ve built our lives around good stuff that can never satisfy like God – relationsh ips, sex, status, sport… our symptoms differ, but the syndrome’s the same.
The result? The world’s damaged, our rela ti onsh ips are divided, and our identity (our h eart) is a mess.
We ‘re broken, and we b reak.Worse, we ‘ re to blame. God is loving and just, so what’s a passionate Director to do?