Evolution of Sin --> Manipulation of truth --> Proverbs 13:24
I remember when I was a small boy, in hostel a adult women ran away from the campus to elope with her man in love. There was chaos in the campus, everyone talking about them, and not at all in a good way. It was like they have committed the biggest sin of their life, by getting married to the person they love. Eventually, they got married. I never thought good about them, for me they were a criminal at that moment and I needed to stay away from them. They weren't accepted back, neither did their parents accept them. Recently, I came through a story were in the same campus, a adult boy and a adult girl fell in love and they got married happily, of course with lots of persuasion. The father of the person was the same person who strongly opposed the above marriage. How come, which was a creepy sin 10 years back, be right 10 years later?? This is a small example of how truth/sin evolve. I am not saying love marriage is wrong, its right. But my point is, who first made the rule that love marriage is sin? and why did we accept it? Why do we need to accept everything that is told to us.
Does sin evolve?? Is it possible for something that is sin 10 years back, evolve into something that is noble now. We human are cunning and wise in our own eye, we read the bible and take it to our advantage, we manipulate the word of god to our advantage. Cases like Divorce, inter-religion marriage, drinking alcohol have differently taken in different parts of the word, some consider it as sin and some says its not.
Some individuals manipulate Scripture for their own personal benefit. An authoritarian husband might demand that his wife submit to him as the head of the house and quote Ephesians 5:22 (“Wives, submit to your husbands”). But that same man might purposefully overlook verse 26, which says, “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” Instead of taking the bits of Scripture he approves of and using them to lord it over his family, he would do well to read 1 Corinthians 13 and practice the type of love that is patient, kind, protects, trust and perseveres, etc.
I was a small boy studying in Santhosha Vidyalaya in Tamil Nadu, I was good at studies back then, I loved maths. But the other side I was bad in memorizing stuff, I would have the pen in my hand and forget where it is, I constantly kept losing my socks, plate, tumbler, toothbrush, soap, handkerchief, plate and what not. I was my wardens favourite, each weekend our box would be checked for the complete check-list (6 handkerchief, soaks, 2 slippers, 2 shoes ...etc...), each time I would loss all my handkerchief, slipper and lot more. The punishment was plain and simple, a slap(strong once), couple of hit with the stick on my thigh and back, pinch on my ear almost making a hole in it. I can keep writing the punishment I got, they had varieties. It was like they sat down at night and thought about creative punishment.
Early morning 6:00 we had to get up and take bath in the cold water, the warden would stand behind the tub area with a stick in her hand, where all would take bath and the moment the water is wasted, we would get a strong hit on our legs with his stick, on a chilling morning. I still remember it wasn't bearable, a tiny drop of tears will fall from my eyes, unseen and dissolved in water and I would try to correct the mistake which I wasn't aware of what it was in the first place. Every time they hit me I could feel the joy they felt in their hearts and the satisfaction they craved by my pain. I always wished someday I could grow up and give them back what they gave me.
I would miss my parents so much in the night and no one to console me. I used to turn myself to the end of the bed and cry myself to sleep, there are time when I went to the bathroom sat for minutes and cried. Even today when I remember that place I hate it, it was a time of prison. If not for my sisters I would have not survived. I barely said anything to Dad and Mom about it, because they were a missionary and it was advised not to make them sad. Something was right this moment and the next moment it was all wrong, it was like they had the license to hit us because we were the son of missionaries. License from god (keeping a verse in mind, Proverbs 13:24 Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him.). This words are always exploited, picking on small kids using this words, but ignoring,
Matthew 18:10
See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.
Ephesians 6:4
Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.
The problem is when we instruct the kids we forget to love them back, we stop knowing what is bothering them and their pain we ignore. We only care to throw our frustration on them. For anger and frustration with discipline is not love, it is plain insane. If you can hit a child, you can also go and sit next to him and teach him love. For love is 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. (Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.) If you cannot love a child, you don't have the right to touch him.
Does sin evolve?? Is it possible for something that is sin 10 years back, evolve into something that is noble now. We human are cunning and wise in our own eye, we read the bible and take it to our advantage, we manipulate the word of god to our advantage. Cases like Divorce, inter-religion marriage, drinking alcohol have differently taken in different parts of the word, some consider it as sin and some says its not.
Some individuals manipulate Scripture for their own personal benefit. An authoritarian husband might demand that his wife submit to him as the head of the house and quote Ephesians 5:22 (“Wives, submit to your husbands”). But that same man might purposefully overlook verse 26, which says, “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” Instead of taking the bits of Scripture he approves of and using them to lord it over his family, he would do well to read 1 Corinthians 13 and practice the type of love that is patient, kind, protects, trust and perseveres, etc.
I was a small boy studying in Santhosha Vidyalaya in Tamil Nadu, I was good at studies back then, I loved maths. But the other side I was bad in memorizing stuff, I would have the pen in my hand and forget where it is, I constantly kept losing my socks, plate, tumbler, toothbrush, soap, handkerchief, plate and what not. I was my wardens favourite, each weekend our box would be checked for the complete check-list (6 handkerchief, soaks, 2 slippers, 2 shoes ...etc...), each time I would loss all my handkerchief, slipper and lot more. The punishment was plain and simple, a slap(strong once), couple of hit with the stick on my thigh and back, pinch on my ear almost making a hole in it. I can keep writing the punishment I got, they had varieties. It was like they sat down at night and thought about creative punishment.
Early morning 6:00 we had to get up and take bath in the cold water, the warden would stand behind the tub area with a stick in her hand, where all would take bath and the moment the water is wasted, we would get a strong hit on our legs with his stick, on a chilling morning. I still remember it wasn't bearable, a tiny drop of tears will fall from my eyes, unseen and dissolved in water and I would try to correct the mistake which I wasn't aware of what it was in the first place. Every time they hit me I could feel the joy they felt in their hearts and the satisfaction they craved by my pain. I always wished someday I could grow up and give them back what they gave me.I would miss my parents so much in the night and no one to console me. I used to turn myself to the end of the bed and cry myself to sleep, there are time when I went to the bathroom sat for minutes and cried. Even today when I remember that place I hate it, it was a time of prison. If not for my sisters I would have not survived. I barely said anything to Dad and Mom about it, because they were a missionary and it was advised not to make them sad. Something was right this moment and the next moment it was all wrong, it was like they had the license to hit us because we were the son of missionaries. License from god (keeping a verse in mind, Proverbs 13:24 Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him.). This words are always exploited, picking on small kids using this words, but ignoring,
Matthew 18:10
See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.
Ephesians 6:4
Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.
May be by then if a person would have sat next to me and asked me my problem, sorrow and showed me love, I wouldn't have hated the school as much as I do today, maybe my school days back then would have been a happy memory.
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