Break the ties.
Cut the strings.
Like a broken puppet
Let me fall upon myself
So I may think and ponder
How I might stand again.
This time
without string.
Cut the strings.
Like a broken puppet
Let me fall upon myself
So I may think and ponder
How I might stand again.
This time
without string.
I've always been fond of using the metaphor of a puppet. Where each one of us, while capable to do things on our own, have always been pulled in one way or another towards a specific choice, many times without us even knowing it.
In sociology last year, (I actually do learn...sometimes) we discussed the existence of free will. Our decisions are pulled and yanked by some forces of society which pull us towards certain decisions. While my classmates debated and discussed whether or not eating or taking a dump was an act of free will or not (not even joking, it was pretty entertaining though), I thought about my own faith and whether or not I was merely being pulled along.
Growing up in a Catholic country, in a Catholic family, it would already seem that my choices were limited in faith. That at a young age, I had already been strung like a marionette to become this puppet of a specific faith. Where was the free will? Where was the choice? As my classmates continued to discuss, I came to the conclusion that God provides us all the ability to choose what we want to do, regardless of social forces. That even growing up in a certain religion, there would always be a time where one could choose to stay or go. To break, to cut the strings.
We are never really forced into being Christian or Catholic. After all, can you really call yourself a believer if deep inside you hated it? Or refused to acknowledge it? Perhaps those who feel forced into a religion fail to realize that a religion is far more that just a title or a name, but is a way of life. Upon this little golden nugget, I came to the conclusion that quite obviously, there is a free will. Because it is still on our shoulders whether or not to go with the flow of society, or with our peers. After all, if there was no free will, no breaking away from society or social norms, then our world would be profoundly different from what it is now. Silver coins for a pass to heaven? Booyah.
Anyways, back to being a puppet and all. This realization of being a sort of 'puppet' made me chuckle. Yes, the thought of me saying 'Look I is a real boy!' was one of the things that made me chuckle, but moreover, the fact that our faith calls us to BE puppets; that is to Trust God so much, that He will move us to good places. That we can trust that He will always provide. That we should trust, like sheep trust a shepherd.
As the debate continued as to whether or not pooping was free will (it was a frustrating discussion group...i mean c'mon...=.='') or a natural act bent on restricting our human will, I smirked at the fact that I was content on being a puppet. Not in the negative way that society portrays being a puppet to be, but in the way that I'm content knowing that someone smarter than me (omnipotence ftw), wiser than me, and who loves me infinitely is the one who is in charge of my marionette show.
In sociology last year, (I actually do learn...sometimes) we discussed the existence of free will. Our decisions are pulled and yanked by some forces of society which pull us towards certain decisions. While my classmates debated and discussed whether or not eating or taking a dump was an act of free will or not (not even joking, it was pretty entertaining though), I thought about my own faith and whether or not I was merely being pulled along.
Growing up in a Catholic country, in a Catholic family, it would already seem that my choices were limited in faith. That at a young age, I had already been strung like a marionette to become this puppet of a specific faith. Where was the free will? Where was the choice? As my classmates continued to discuss, I came to the conclusion that God provides us all the ability to choose what we want to do, regardless of social forces. That even growing up in a certain religion, there would always be a time where one could choose to stay or go. To break, to cut the strings.
We are never really forced into being Christian or Catholic. After all, can you really call yourself a believer if deep inside you hated it? Or refused to acknowledge it? Perhaps those who feel forced into a religion fail to realize that a religion is far more that just a title or a name, but is a way of life. Upon this little golden nugget, I came to the conclusion that quite obviously, there is a free will. Because it is still on our shoulders whether or not to go with the flow of society, or with our peers. After all, if there was no free will, no breaking away from society or social norms, then our world would be profoundly different from what it is now. Silver coins for a pass to heaven? Booyah.
Anyways, back to being a puppet and all. This realization of being a sort of 'puppet' made me chuckle. Yes, the thought of me saying 'Look I is a real boy!' was one of the things that made me chuckle, but moreover, the fact that our faith calls us to BE puppets; that is to Trust God so much, that He will move us to good places. That we can trust that He will always provide. That we should trust, like sheep trust a shepherd.
As the debate continued as to whether or not pooping was free will (it was a frustrating discussion group...i mean c'mon...=.='') or a natural act bent on restricting our human will, I smirked at the fact that I was content on being a puppet. Not in the negative way that society portrays being a puppet to be, but in the way that I'm content knowing that someone smarter than me (omnipotence ftw), wiser than me, and who loves me infinitely is the one who is in charge of my marionette show.
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ReplyDeleteI, personally, will never get sick of the puppet metaphor.