When I was a kid there was a picture in the house of snow melting that looked like the classic man-with-a-beard-must-be-Jesus image of a man. It was taken by a Chinese phởtographer looking for answers. What I liked to do was to not see Jesus in the picture. I wanted to just see the snow and the dirt. Never could. That man with the beard was branded in to me. Can I unsee what I have seen?
Also, when I was a kid I would try to not think of something I had thought of. It is something my brain can‘t do. Don‘t think of…
a giraffe. Can‘t do it. Of course, as a kid growing to a man, there were many things I was supposed to not think of. Swaying hips, pouting lips were taboo, off limits. At church I was taught the road to perdition was paved with these thoughts. I thought of them constantly. I was confused. I could not unthink of all these things I was told to avoid thinking about, and I was pretty pleased about that because I liked most of the no-think topics.
I guess I should not be thinking about hunger in the world. I should shut from my brain the idea of charity or compassion. I should actively avoid love as a thought. I won‘t think about you for sure today. By the way, who are you out there? Maybe leave a comment with a zip code. It has been a while since I found out who was isn‘t on my mind.