Lately, I find myself seduced by bugs.
On the one hand, they’re so, so ugly.
So disgusting.
I don’t want them anywhere near me.
And yet, I can’t get close enough.
I want to examine them. Study their intricacies. See how they’re made. Gaze into their eyes.
I’m fascinated by their beauty. By the very clear and intentional design of their wings, their backs, their stingers.
Who made bugs so beautiful and so ugly at the same time?
I often ask myself the same question about religion:
Who made religion so beautiful and so ugly at the same time?
Who made it so I could find solace and comfort in prayer and community, while at the same time feel so ashamed at the behavior of my community leaders and fellow members?
Who made religion so beautiful and so ugly at the same time?
Who made it so I could be so energized and enlightened by religious texts, and so confused and hurt by their antiquated, yet still upheld laws?
Who?
Who made it so beautiful?
So ugly?
At the same time?
And, perhaps the better question is why…
What purpose does this dichotomy serve?
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