Photo by Jennie Roberts Jenkins
Do we think damnation is a distant future of afterworld punishment reserved for those whose conduct is unbecoming to a divine scorekeeper; a retribution which might possibly be escaped by either a deathbed conversion or a cultural/religious “Get out of hell, free!” card? Guess again! It’s the pervasive nausea, hypertension, and malignancy constructed with the anxiety and fear of competition, comparison, and a divisive isolation of self-elevation and othering. The smoke we smell, the angst we feel, the empty ache we cannot fill, are manifestations of the torment we have self-constructed and are currently living. There is but one antidote; a priceless elixir our insurance is incapable of covering, our coffers are unable to procure. It is grace. It is gift, for all of us. Let’s go ahead and open it here and now. © 2020 Todd Jenkins