There's this toy I kind of just fiddled around with as a kid because I couldn't figure out how to play with it for a while. A wooden rainbow bound in ribbons. It looked to me like a lizard, like the lizard from Proverbs 30:28 that you can hold in your hands, yet it is in the king's palace. It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. And it would drape over my palms, and I'd trace its ridges, and I could bet my life that it breathed, and the heat of its happiness chewed through my calcified vocal cords.
My cords were calcified because they told me that the rainbow belongs to God, not the ones who should be bound for the way He built them.
I could look at it for hours. But then, I lifted it by its tail, and it fell over itself. I freaked out and flipped it over, hoping, praying it would lift itself up, but it always fell.
It's named after Genesis 28:12, but it came from China. Or Tutankhamun's tomb.
Or it's named after Genesis 28:12 and it comes from China. And Tutankhamun's tomb.
I say that the rainbow belongs to no one. If it belongs to someone, then it belongs to us and God. Hey, maybe we all belong to God. And maybe God belongs to us as much as we belong to Him. Doesn't matter whether you take the lizard by its head or its tail.
Either way, we'll fall.
Either way we'll end up in the king's palace.
And it'll be beautiful.
Yeah, it'll be really beautiful.
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.



Comments (1)
This certainly was very thought provoking. Loved it!