The many truths of Momma Judge

It seems the world is going to hell in a hand-basket that was purchased on Amazon . . for twenty bucks, shipping included.

Reading up on current events is sorta like being the dude tasked with cleaning up land mines in Angola. And sadly, the events of the day are just as tragic in their consequences.

Barcelona is just the latest death knell whose reverberations exist in a horrible new age echo chamber whose next chime could be anywhere at any moment. It’s a madness that prospers on the clench of fear; a fear most of us are unaware we carry. Terror is notorious for its clandestine seep.

Sooo, out of the wreckage man has been leaving across the Blue Planet since forever, come questions of good and evil. Because you can’t have one without the other. Good only prevails when we look to grow it. For everyone. Evil has no mechanism for growth, other than what we give it because evil is all about ownership. Good knows there is no such thing. Dalai Lama said it best when he observed that people were created to be loved and things were created to be used, and the reason the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.

Possessing true faith means never having to say I want it all. Because if you got faith? I mean, the real deal stuff? You already have it all.

And so it is with this beautiful creation of a story whose incarnations are still being peddled over at The Lovely Fire. It began as a once and done post and it morphed into a love story and now it has taken a turn into something else entirely. It’s a story about the madness of a world where evil reigns, and where the good exists in picking up the pieces and turning the quiet moments into loud and prosperous things.

It’s a reminder that for all the days evil can take from us, it can never take the one thing that will always see us through.

Faith.

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6 thoughts on “The many truths of Momma Judge

  1. I have often contemplated on why humans read (and write) fiction.
    I used to think maybe it was a mechanism to escape. I morphed that thinking to include fiction as a way to cope with the nonfiction craziness in the world. Now I further believe it’s a method to process and problem-solve. Nicely done, Cayman.

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