Mutants speak love!
Every people have their language. Mutants also speak something. They have a language. Language is a means by which a group of people communicate with themselves. Mutants, members of God’s family relate with each other by loving. Loving is the only thing Jesus wanted them to ‘do’. Well, love is not natural to the non-mutant. It is a genetic thing. Love is an expression of the mutant genetic make-up. Mutants have a common Gene that codes for love in their DNA. This Gene was that which Paul calls a seal, or deposit guaranteeing that which is to come. Jesus teaches us that the very best way to love i.e. express the genetic code is to put our lives in line for our friends (the mutants).
“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If (very optional) you obey my commands, you will remain in my love. Just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in His love”. John 15: 9-10 (NIV).
“My command is this: love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this that a man lays down his life for his friends.” John 15: 13
Jesus achieved two things by dying: bringing mutation by faith, and teaching mutants the family language.
Love is one of the genetic expressions of mutants, and mutants express or (like every language) speak at will. That was why Jesus said ‘if’.
Paul encouraged mutants in Galatia, Corinth, and other places to express this Gene because that is how mutants express faith. The best way mutants can speak to themselves is by putting their lives in the line for each other.
Par exemplar
- If I was given an orange to share equally with a fellow mutant, and I cut this orange into two halves, and somehow I really felt like having some more oranges. Perhaps my mind tells me that one of the halves appeared bigger. The natural thing to do is to consciously or subconsciously secure the supposed bigger one for myself simply because I ‘felt like oranges’ that day. On the other hand if I consciously give up my desire for oranges, and give my mutant brother this supposed bigger half even when he never seemed to care or notice, then I have loved. I have given up my interest (life) for my friend and that is the mutant language.
- If I am having a conversation with my mutant friend and he for some reason misunderstands me, the mutant thing to do is to listen to him in order to understand him even when he appears not interested in understanding me, never get angry with him for being ‘insensitive’ but rather sincerely show empathy, and sympathize sincerely with his reasons for never considering me. Again this is giving up one’s self for a friend and it is not even possible for a natural man to understand it- trust me.
I am not saying that non-mutants should not receive this kind of display of love- c’mon non-mutants are basically blind fetus in this whole thing. So we should easily overlook their wrongs because they don’t even have what it takes to lay down self for another person. What I am saying is that treating them this way is a sure thing. The basic thing they need from us is our prayers and more gene expressions within and without mutants, so they can see our good works and glorify our Father in heaven. Our gene expression directly exposes them to the wonderful light of the better life. It leaves them wanting real life- Jesus the Bread of Life.
God inspired our brother Paul to write the following words in 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 (MSG)
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all His mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “jump” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self,
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have,
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Put up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back, but keeps going to the end.
Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over someday; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the complete arrived, our incompleteness will be cancelled.
When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those ways for good. We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist but it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing Him directly just as He knows us! But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.
If everything else including tongues and ‘Penspeak’ will end someday, and love would never die, then that is one sure language mutants will speak in heaven. Let us make our vocabulary robust today- don’t say that you have never been much of a talker. Let us start exercising the words in our ‘love’ bank today. You know we have the whole of endless eternity to speak the mutant language. Amen.
By Favouromeje, 2016.
Christ a poet 