Why does the concept of being born into sin confuse some? It confounds me, not because I do not understand the concept on a head level, but my heart fights this concept every step of the way.
I long to see the good in others, and myself. It’s there, but something else lurks in the dark too.
Sin is like pollution; it affects everything in its atmosphere. An innocent baby is affected by every choice made in a world they don’t own. They have no control over their environment, but they live with the consequences of countless choices made by all the generations that came before them. Each of us have inherited the world as it is. Each of us is granted the opportunity, the responsibility, to choose what world we will leave for the next babes-of-innocent that enter this atmosphere. We can either make it better, or make it worse.
Whether we are mean, kind, busy, aware, hateful, grateful, present or pouring out our lives in sacrificial love, the world we make is the world we live in, and it’s the world we leave behind. How illogical is it to pollute that world? To create an atmosphere that breeds sickness? How sensible, considerate, selfish and selfless is it to redeem this one, one act, one choice, one moment at a time?
In the movie Spiderman, moments before Peter Parker’s grandfather dies he says to him, “With great power, comes great responsibility.” Later on, as Parker walks away from M.J., the love of his life, he echos his grandfather’s wisdom, only this time through lived experience. “Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words. ‘With great power, comes great responsibility.’ This is my gift. My curse. Who am I? I’m Spiderman.”
Who am I? I am who I choose to be. I create my own super hero or villain. The world I live in, and the world I leave behind, depends on the world I choose to shape today. Every choice, every action, makes a difference. These alterations will shape the world of my future, and the world of innocent babes.
Will pollution always exist? Will sin run rampant? Will greed, selfish ambition and hate continue to run a muck in the streets? Probably. Will that stop me from trying to change this world? Will the bad out weigh the good? Only where I let it.
“My spidey-sense is tingling.” Spiderman observes. Like Spiderman, I must be off. Where bad abounds, good must be done, and THE GOOD WILL OVERCOME!