Here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

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Thegodmolecule (Nudity)

My outtake:

Ones original identity comes from the breath of God prior to the creation of the earth (Gen 1:26-27).

26 Then God said, “Let us make man^h in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

27 So God created man in his own image,
     in the image of God he created him;
     male and female he created them.

Mankind was created in God’s image. He is our template our design. Our original identity is Him! We were formed with His identity as our basic foundation. The third word in verse 26 is “said”. He formed us first in His consciousness with his voice (His breath) in His image. in verse 27 man is then created in his own image. 

Francois du Toit writes in the “Mirror Word” a story of an eagle:

The Free Eagle

“During our honeymoon in January, 1979, in the Blydeiver Canyons in Mpumalanga, South Africa,  Lydia and I met a nature conservation officer who told us off of fascinating incident when they released a black eagle a week prior that had been in the Pretoria zoo for 10 years. This was the day for this eagle too deep fried and to return to the life of its design. But their excitement turned to frustration when, after opening the cage, the bird refused to fly! Ten years of cadged life seemed to have trapped its mind in an invisible enclosure! How could they get the Eagle to realize that it was indeed free? No amount of prompting and prodding seem to help. Then, after some hours the bird suddenly looked up, and in the distance they heard the call of another eagle, this was the moment of true freedom! Immediately the zoo Eagle took off in flight! No flying lessons are required when truth is realized!

The dramatic story left a deep impression on my mind. I knew that in the light of Paul’s revelation of the good news, we are left with one for urgent priority, which is to announce to the nations with bold confidence and mirror-reflect the integrity of there redeemed in a sense reflect the integrity of there redeemed innocence.

This gives such clarity and content to the fact that Jesus came to the planet not to upgrade the cage of Judaism or any other religion by starting a new one called Christianity, but to be the Incarnate voice of the likeness and image of God in human form! He came to reveal and redeem the image of God in us! His mission was to mirror the blueprint of our design, not as an example for us but of us! (Col 1:15, 2:9, 10)

In God’s faith in mankind is associated in Christ even before the foundation of the world. Jesus died humanities death and when the stone was rolled away, we were raised together with him! Every human life is fully represented in him (Hos 6:2)

If the gospel is not the voice of the free Eagle, it is not the gospel.”

The similarities between the above article and creation and the gospel are thought provoking.

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I particularly like how they realign or reconcile their children by communally reminding them who they are via song.

This actually brings up some of my thoughts on quantum physics, sound waves, creation, and physical/spiritual realms.

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