I am starting to wonder if the trouble with treating everyone as equal, is that we don’t believe that someone won’t have to pay. We’ve been raised in a Heaven-or-Hell and sometimes Purgatory system. Which means that anyone who knows anything about the afterlife knows that nothing you do here doesn’t come back to stoke your personal fires of Hell. Or gains you exactly one ruby on your winning Heaven Crown. So, of course, when the we find out that we’ve been doing it wrong all along, the sinking feeling starts to take over. If Christ must increase, I must decrease. Someone has to disappear. The fearful mutterings are coming out all ugly.
What if women take over the election?
What if black people take over the same jobs?
What if everyone is free to enter our country and work and raise a family?
What if we do?
The pulley system tells us it will be our heads and hands in chains on boats shipped back to Europe. The pulley system tells us that it will be our voice that won’t matter, anymore. And here is the most dangerous part of it all: somehow, the people with all the power– the ones who are afraid of being oppressed by the ones they oppressed– they believe they will deserve it.
That’s what Hell teaches us. We deserve what we get.
But what if it’s like this: the oppressed have no interest in becoming the oppressor. And maybe it’s like this: if for a minute we could get our head from the Heavenly clouds or from the brimstone below, we could find a balance here in the middle. Where someone getting what they need doesn’t mean another gets less.
Because if there is limited seating here, I can’t help but believe there’s a capacity in the Beyond. And it was tapped out years ago.
I have a strong suspicion that this idea of God stepping in when it’s all over to correct all the wrongs isn’t any more plausible a scenario than it is here. Which gives me the feeling that the next thing will be a matter of us continuing to work it all out. So, maybe, if we get a head start, the feasting can begin a little sooner. Or the singing. Or whatever it is we do when we all go to the same place after this one.