A Baby

Cheetahs are one of my favorite animals. Growing up, I always admired their speed and quickness. They lack power and strength as I, but because I am a skinny, fast lad, I admire the cheetah. One interesting aspect has come to my mind about cheetahs. I have never seen a cheetah flying by its own strength. I have watched many nature videos on these animals and have never seen it hunting in packs as the lions or hyenas do. They hunt as cheetahs do, independently. I have never witness a cheetah wearing another animal's skin and creating large structures to walk into and sleep. They wear their own fur and sleep in trees. They are cheetahs and they only can do what cheetahs do.

Homo sapiens are different. It is the Homo sapien that builds large structures, fast sports cars and large air planes. Homo sapiens will venture outside of themselves to become something greater. They cannot fly, swim for large amounts of time, run fast or dig for long distances, but they can create objects than allow them to do so. What makes the Homo sapien able to do such things? It is the soul. The soul allows the Homo sapien to think outside of itself, to know of the metaphysical and to know of its limitations. This knowledge has created a void in the Homo sapien and its reaction is to fill this void with the expression of this gift. They do not create anymore for the sake of creation, but for the sake of their own soul. They validate their existence by the work they do, but they forget the reason why they were created in the first place. Unlike the cheetah, they cannot live with themselves and their dependancy, so they run from this fact through the expression of their greatness.

But there was one Homo sapien that was different. It was a male who entered this world not as an adult, but as a child who needed training. He needed help. He was not a superior Homo sapien by physical attributes and could have had a learning disability or physical handicap. This Homo sapien did not exert greatness in the arena at the Coliseum, or fly by His own strength, or run as fast as the cheetah. He was not a great creature physically. He was Homo sapien. Yet, in this normality, He was abnormal. He was abnormal in His soul. He knew who He was and this knowledge was powerful. Because He knew who He was, because His soul was connected with His body, He was the greatest Homo sapien. He did not do the things He did out of misery and agony of brokenness, but out of a greatness that had never been seen before. He was able to live as Himself, but also know of a further greatness, a metaphysical greatness, that other creatures do not know about. He could live on earth and be okay that His life on earth would end. He did not live with the anxiety of death eventhough He knew from the beginning that death would come.

The greatest thing about this Homo sapien's birth was the normality of it. His life, presence and power had nothing to do with His external conditions, upbringings or possessions. He was not affected by a mom who worried about Him. What if His dad was a controlling person? What if His mom had OCD and always wondered if He would marry? What if His brother's picked on Him and called Him names? He knew of this and still was not affected. He was not a stoic or immune to emotion, but He was okay with who He was. He could live with Himself and because of this He could continually and intentionally enter a normal Homo sapien's world and change that world. His name was Jesus Christ.