THE CHALLENGE OF KEEPING TO THE MORAL HIGHWAY

 THE CHALLENGE OF KEEPING TO THE MORAL HIGHWAY

I recently enrolled myself a in a gymnasium to try and loose the dead weight off me, because I am tired of being the bigger person. Let it go on record that I have switched from taking the high road, for it is an exhausting righteous path. As of today, I am turning over a new leaf. No more being the nice guy, because I am fed up with turning the other cheek, everytime insensitive people decide to purposely choose to offend me. Henceforth, I have made a conscious choice to divert into the cold streets that branch into the low road, way past the dark alleys, toward dangerous route corners, which lead to filthy sewer lines. I have decided to leave charisma behind, and join forces with the rebels in the underworld. For once, I would like to veer from the narrow way, in order have a feel of what it really means to be a rebel.

Even Jesus Christ did not always take the high road. A case in point is when He encountered those grimy merchants trading outside of God's holy temple. Jesus did not turn a blind eye to their disrespecting the Lord's house. On the contrary, He got angry, took a long whip, and furiously chased those covetous tradesmen outside of the sacred temple. He did not let those inconsiderate vendors run amock around the House of God, knowing well that had he decided to be lenient with those money changers, then they would have taken liberties, and proceeded to sell the holy temple. Understanding the nature of stiff-necked fools, those opportunistic traders would probably have waited for Jesus to disappear from the scene of the temple, before they quietly crept back to continue with their usual trade offs, but I digress.

Anyhow, why should I always be the one to look the other way? Why will my foes not do right by me for a change? I am done compromising with my haters, always being the one to forgive, forget, and walk away. For once in my entire existence, I would like to be an agitator, without a shred of guilt. For once in my life, I want to break bad, and transform into a hellion. I want to be right and stay right, for a change. Therefore, spare yourself of the need to preach to me about integrity, and instead prepare the sermon for all my rivals. You see, I know what society requires of me, yet I am rebelling because of his double standards.

Many would concur with me that sometimes being nice is a recipe for agony and pain. I dare you to try and play nice with humans, and watch how fast they betray your trust. As a matter of fact, they will not skip a beat, tumbling over themselves just so that they can walk all over you. Even the scriptures affirm that we should not be overly righteous, so that we may not die before our time. After all, being nice is not a fruit of the Holy Spirit, hence I am switching over from playing nice to acting savage, so to wade off all predators.

What's more, I have made up my mind to never take unsolicited advise of one questionable prophet, whose counsel always borders on ritual sacrifice. His resolve for everything is to offer a huge remittance that which puts a dent in one's pocket, leads to abject poverty, and causes a myriad of ailments, from stomach ulcers, to an eternal migraine, all for God to arise and smote the troublemakers. Moreover, the bigger the sacrifice, the stronger the fight, the greater the glory. According to this traveling prophet, God must be appeased monetarily, for Him to show up and show out in battle against wicked souls on one's behalf. Coincidentally, that is exactly the same counsel the native doctors give to their clientele. At this point, I pray that you are not as confused as I was about the prophet in question.

Anyway, It is going to be a challenge for me, to switch from light to darkness in a jiff, because of that still small voice that communes with me inside of me. Somehow, I am not able to ignore it, no matter how hard I try. This voice follows me everywhere I go, as if a real person is speaking to me, telling me what is right or wrong, like some sort of a Global Positioning System, always directing me back to the lone road. What's more, I am not able to change its settings to a default, because I have no access to its mainframe. Nonetheless, why will this still small voice not let me have my way?

Somehow, I want to be really bad, rude, hard, and crude in the same measure. Besides, brutish people always get what they want under the sun, while I seem to be struggling to exist despite of my righteousness. But God, why did you give me such a mellow heart? Though I am on evil time, I find myself doing good, even for the most wicked of hearts. Have you programmed me to be empathic against my will? Have I no choice to be selfish, when I choose to be? So, why does it become impossible for me to hold malice against another person, when a malicious opportunity presents itself? I carry the burdens of men, as I empathize with everyone including; the goat milk man who supplies my dairy needs, the false prophet misleading others to hell, and even the town gossip, the famous tale bearer, who cannot keep anybody's secret, including her own.

Lord, permit me to be hard this one time, so that I may experience the low road, before I put my raw emotions to rest, while I live my life vicariously through my alter ego. Also, these righteous boundaries are way too binding, and limiting, that I seek to have them loose, until I get a fill of the rebellious nature.