A Blood More Than Blood

We lie to ourselves over and over again. but it is at all to relocate the blame. If we can’t trust ourselves who can we trust? He was born for his blood. Jesus Christ … He is like no other sacrifice. His pain is greater than birth pain, far beyond groin pain. The strain of humanity rested on his brain. The offering is from everlasting, before the fathers of the Israelites, before feminists claimed that men believe the source of chaos lies with women. Blood was predetermined before lips blasphemed; women are the spring of complete perception, and life. Is he or is she the source? “His blood is the stream of life,” a wise woman once whispered to me, her baby boy. I have watched mortal tongues mock their creator’s wisdom. In Eden, Adam sinned with his wife, and assigned to her his fault, and the blame continues … but not forever; it shall end in due time. Who wants to be exalted above God? Who declared that the means to my existence is other than God? Blurred is our vision, elusive is our hope. There is no child that is born without God or man. Why is it that claims state woman to be the source of life? If today’s woman is objectified whose fault is it if she esteems herself as the source of knowledge and life? The silicone, the Botox is all her choice. Who is forgetting who is the origin of life? Before pharaoh enslave the Israelites, and way … before the flood God WAS and still IS … the source of life and love.