GC: It is not sin for one who knows Me only as God, as Creator, to doubt Me, to question My Love and purposes.
Why does watching Designated Survivor bother me so much that even as the last episode of its latest season ends I am in moral turmoil?
I guess in the real world, I am a right wing conservative do-gooder who pretends that labels don’t count, and plays the politically correct game in silence. So why does my little world look so right in the morning and so wrong by nightfall? I have opinions that make me uncomfortable in the wrong company. Does God? Does He play our petty little games with morality? Or is morality just a set of limits and laws, legislated or not, that one community in power -power which we have given them- sets over others?
Would I dare God to weigh in or would He or is He just shaking His head at all of us? Does it matter what we do or how we think? Or is there a bigger picture here, like a spec in the universe trying to make a point to the peanut gallery, to the galaxies beyond?
GC: But for one who knows Me as you do, as Friend and Savior, and who knows the world’s God as Father – for that one to doubt my purpose and saving Power and tender Love is wrong indeed.
I am a seeker after truth and wisdom in any and all of its forms. The written word I can debate, at the least feel my way through like a pilgrim making her way through the thicket, zig-zagging forward, sometimes backward, side to side like a drunkard after a prize. The prize is just to know. To know right from wrong. To know moral from immoral. To know love from hate.
But the lines are so blurred. I didn’t know just how blurred until I finished binge watching Designated Survivor.
The network version of the show was political, events that I could sink my teeth into, root for the star because by the end of each show, his decisions were a showcase of what I believed was true of the human spirit: right from wrong, moral from immoral, love from hate.
But as much as I hate the Netflix pickup of the show, every character that I want to like has qualities that I dislike, and every character that I want to loathe has qualities that I admire. All of a sudden I am forced out of my black and white bubble into a world of blurred relationships and responsibilities. It bothers me because I thought I knew these characters. I thought I knew myself.
And I thought I knew God, His purpose, His saving power, His tender love. But I really know nothing. So how does one go on living a simple life knowing that he or she knows nothing. That all lines of purpose and power and love are blurred?
Answer me that one, Lord God? Please answer me that one?
And the night goes on!