Healthy Bowels Lead to a Humble Heart
I know Kyle has wanted me to do some writing/journaling about relationships, and I will get to it, but I think I have just had a revelation...tell me what you think...
So, here is my thought… we read in Scripture where, on a few occasions, people had the notion that they could be like God, the people in the story of the tower of Babel for example, also Eve. I was thinking to myself, how could they have come up with a notion like this, a belief that they could be like God, and then it dawned on me… these were people who were constipated. Here me out on this…I’m sitting on the toilet and I’m soaking in my own humiliation as I’m dropping my waste out of my butt into a toilet, and now enjoying the smell of these foul droppings, while taking pieces of soft paper and attempting to smear this stuff from my butt hole on to this piece of paper, and before discarding it, checking to see how well I’m doing to determine if I need to shove more paper in there to go after what “remains”. I’m sitting in my own humiliation we often refer to as “a #2", and it dawns on me, only people who are constipated can have thoughts about being like God, or ascending to the heights of God. No person who regularly has to go through the ordeal we call “a #2, can ever have thoughts of becoming a deity, not while they still have healthy bowels.
Perhaps we can legislate prune juice in an attempt to spark some spiritual revival throughout this land???
So, here is my thought… we read in Scripture where, on a few occasions, people had the notion that they could be like God, the people in the story of the tower of Babel for example, also Eve. I was thinking to myself, how could they have come up with a notion like this, a belief that they could be like God, and then it dawned on me… these were people who were constipated. Here me out on this…I’m sitting on the toilet and I’m soaking in my own humiliation as I’m dropping my waste out of my butt into a toilet, and now enjoying the smell of these foul droppings, while taking pieces of soft paper and attempting to smear this stuff from my butt hole on to this piece of paper, and before discarding it, checking to see how well I’m doing to determine if I need to shove more paper in there to go after what “remains”. I’m sitting in my own humiliation we often refer to as “a #2", and it dawns on me, only people who are constipated can have thoughts about being like God, or ascending to the heights of God. No person who regularly has to go through the ordeal we call “a #2, can ever have thoughts of becoming a deity, not while they still have healthy bowels.
Perhaps we can legislate prune juice in an attempt to spark some spiritual revival throughout this land???