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Me Tarzan. You Burn it all down [part 1]

The Theme for this series: Paint it Black; because there comes a time when we must burn everything down. Even the excuses...


1. “If I give up everything I am to God, I will be boring.”
A few years ago, I was a judge in a youth talent night/showcase at church. This one girl stands up and reads a nice piece she wrote about God [Christians do the same thing everybody else does, we just do it better. iChuckle]. Admittedly though, I was not impressed. She had managed to regurgitate practically every thing I read about God [in the Bible]. No original thought – as far as my [arrogant?] mind was concerned. She DID get the applause – people DID like the work but I was not amused and I told her thus. For the next few years, I had these moments of panic when I realised that what I like/do/create and what the “good people” like/do/create may never meet. Worse, I was seriously worried that if I budged and followed God’s Divine Way I would be as normal and boring as some of them. Normal scares me. You have no idea.
Sidebar: There is a school of thought that says there’s Divine Will [following God’s masterplan for your life] and Permissive Will [it’s not the road God wants you to take but if you’re dead set on doing what you want... so be it – it’s your life. Of course, maybe it turns out to NOT be the right call for your life]. End Sidebar
This is to not to say that when I’m called upon to write, speak or create a stage play for some group/function in church that I don’t inject me into it; but it’s not the same as say taking a Douen and making him good and pure in a story. Or writing about sexuality in the Caribbean. Half the time I expect the good people to turn up their noses. So far so good but that’s either because a). they know me long enough [“oh that’s Tracy, he mad yes”] or b). they genuinely like and or respect different/original. Bottom line is – I don’t want to be boring. I don’t want to BE acceptable anymore when I could be a breakout. … But the truth is, if I follow this Divine Will logic; if I am to say that God is in charge of my life; if I say that this creativity is a gift from Him, then why would He now decide to make my life/work normal and boring. Don’t let you hinder your spiritual growth.

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