God entered a world on its head

Mankind is standing on its head. Society thinks that for a doctor to refuse to kill someone is morally wrong, yet sick people have an innate right to healthcare. The most intimate, personal moments are put on public display, but one cannot share his faith without fear of punishment. Where did this contradiction come from?

Into this world of contradictions and lunacy, one sane man entered. He knew what good and evil meant–he decides good and evil. Under the guise of street scum, he spent decades working a construction job, all the while standing upside up upon his own two feet.

When the lunatical mankind found him, they tried to make him stand upon his head. He refused, so they killed him. To a world on its head, everyone who stands right way up seems to be a lunatic. All the while, the world was at fault, for they had killed God Himself.

And yet to their great benefit, God did not remain dead. He rose in a burst of splendor and glory, and flipped his followers over. Suddenly, they were standing right way up as well, and they could see the world straight-on.

Alas, the lunatics could not stand this sudden onslaught of sane-headed men, and so they slaughtered them, imprisoned them, tortured them. But this new way of seeing the world could not be stopped. The sane men willingly went to their death because they knew Who they were dying for.

There are now two types of men in this world: the crazy lunatics who stand on their head and deny that fact, and the sane men who stand on their own two feet and follow after God.

The sane man must just never forget that he is different. The lunatics will constantly try to make him stand on his head again, but he must remember Who he follows.

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About Me

I'm a high school student, a teen, who seeks to follow God with everything he has. I've got so many questions and so often I feel like I'm hitting a wall in my beliefs, my actions, and my creativity. And that's OK.

Being surrendered is more of a process than a destination. I'm not perfect by any means, and I struggle a lot. But the daily act of "presenting my body as a living sacrifice," fully surrendered to the will of my King, is what will get me through.