The Rainbow Road

“Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road broad that leads to destruction, and those who enter through it are many. How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life. And those who find it are few.”

 — Matthew 7:13-14

 

My heart aches to think how much we’ve lost to gain so small a fiction as “equality.” We were created equal in dignity; beautifully different in all else — each of us a unique image of Christ bearing a unique cross along a unique path to Paradise. But we want sameness. We fear suffering and the lonesome road of self-sacrifice and transformation. We want to travel in comfort and ease wherever the wide road leads, down, down…

 

Over the Rainbow

How long before our storied Fall walked we beside our God,

Obedient to the Master’s call and spared the Master’s rod?

How long before the serpent’s forkéd tongue beguiled our trust

So cheaply—for a lie!—and stole the dignity of dust?

 

We were a bit of nothing then: some earth, a bone, a breath

Of spirit from the Trinity, and made for love, not death.

Unique and blest imago Dei, so like our God were we—

The same, yet different, giving life in true community.

 

Recall you now the Tempter’s lie that garnered such a crash?

That bent our knees and bowed our backs to Satan and the lash?

Equality—You’ll be like gods, if you eat from the tree!

The tradeoff was the godliness of our humanity.

 

His clever lie contained a truth: we would know wrong from right—

To know the right and do the wrong is now our human plight.

Our wits are quick; our bodies, strong; our wills are soft and weak.

We gorge and lust, we hide from God, we flee from what we seek.

 

We celebrate the superficial differences of skin

And overlook the fundamental flame that burns within—

The spark that makes us who we are, the piece that makes the whole

The gift that no one else can bear, our blessed immortal soul.

 

And arm-in-arm we march along this rainbow thoroughfare

Rejoicing in a sameness that we weave from solid air.

Surrounded by so many, we ignore a nagging fear:

This road is paved with ether, and it’s all downhill from here.

 

We have, of course, the narrow path–barely recognizable as a path anymore, so rarely is it traveled. But we are not called hide our talents out of fear and sit idly. Let us continue to seek the way, and break a trail for those who follow, however few or many they may be.

St. Michael, defend us!

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