This morning I woke up and started scrolling through my news cruise. I know,I know, I’m still addicted to that stuff, but I’m working on it. I’m well aware of the implications of too much fear news about ISIS, Ebola, or whatever the global tragedy of the hour is on those 24 hour news stations.
In any event…
I found this picure, and was immediately moved. THIS IS THE REAL GOSPEL.
For those of you who have never been to a bull fight, it’s incredibly violent. The bull is introduced to the arena bucking wildly and looking menacing. The Matador spends time spearing the bull with the long swords that look like a piñata stick. This causes the bull to loose his wits. His blood sugar drops low, and the matador spends time enticing the bull to his death. When the appropriate time is sensed by the Matador, He stands in front of the menacing creature, pulls his sword from his side, and pierces the vertebrae of the animal causing instant death.
(I saw a lot of these events when I lived in Mexico)
This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights.
Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer – because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst person on earth.” “Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.”
THIS IS THE GOSPEL!! The good news!!
When Jesus was “released” to come and share the Kingdom of God with man, we met him with violence and taunting. The moment we recognize that we have aggressively tried to minimize the God of the Universe to an entertaining event through whatever comprehensive means you can think of, there comes a moment of recognition.
We’re all in this together.
God didn’t choose to live on a plane higher than humanity to reconcile Himself to us. No…He chose to come and live with us, be in the middle of our anger and violent tendencies. He came in the middle of our jeers and condemnations, and He stood before us with eyes of understanding causing an epiphany consistent with the Matador.
When we find ourselves in that moment, That is the good news.
We don’t have to fight anymore.
We don’t have to struggle anymore.
We simply need to know that the Kingdom is coming, and we can be a part of it.
I keep looking at this picture, and find myself almost to the point of tears. When humanities natural tendencies come into a place where we recognize the most awful behavior, and then change: This is a representation of what I’ve been trying to write about for the last 10 years here on the Journey.