The Boboes continued wandering among the broadening and ever circling maze. For decades and even centuries, the generations of pilgrims trudged ever onward.
Since their border crossing had divided them from the Kingdom of Being, their lives in the kingdom of Unlikeness had brought them experience with the sweat that came from obtaining food and finding shelter. They also discovered that through the instigation of Teufel, one of them had even killed his own brother. Most of them agreed that their reality away from Being, was truly unlike anything they had known before. They had brought change to their reality; they had changed themselves.
They lived a world of unavoidable sickness and pain, of hysterical separation and loneliness, and of realized decay and death. Even their wonderings down Orgueil’s never ending maze of roundabouts brought them only a diminishing energy of excitement. Those who continued to remember the King of Being, began to refer to this life as “synd.”
This habitual way of synd gave evidence of the ever widening separation between themselves – now, and who they had been before that first rebellious step away from the King of Being. Tuefel often was the first to remind them of the boarder sign they had seen, “All Exits Are Final!” This seemed to bring much glee to Teufel as his rule changes from question to suggestion to compulsions.
“Slowly some of the Bobo elders began to understand why Teufel could say before that he had known the journey to Unlikeness – for he and his band had indeed traveled this road of Orgueil before. This conclusion was not arrived at by use of their minds, experience, or even of their feelings. Instead it was “shown to them” in dreams; dreams that spoke the word of the King of Being to Boboes stuck in synd.
The first of the messages brought great comfort to the Sons of Being, as they now called themselves. The message from the king simply read, “I am Being – your King.” This was a mystifying statement in a world where most gathered together in cult groups and strong-man’s organizations to belittle and ridicule the King of Being. In their world they were simply following Treufel’s mindset and trademark: they shook their fists in the air. At times they presented a rather amusing and somewhat pitiable spectacle as they would dance in the streets with their fists stuck up in the air. They would circle and circle around one another and their newly constructed tower – which they claimed would make a “forever” name-of-fame for themselves.
The Sons of Being eventually began to understand themselves as somehow different from the Sons of Unlikeness. They didn’t put a word to this difference until it came from Being – their King, “Pistis,” he called it. The Boboes who had this “pistis,” knew it had come from outside themselves and their world of unlikeness and synd.
It was pistis that explained why of the Sons of Being could be seen smiling from the inside out – even while simultaneously walking in a testing of tears.
This miraculous pistis seemed to grow strong and stronger each and every time the King of Being word came to them. Each time the oaths and promises came, they produced the same result: the Sons of Being were created and grew stronger, even though they lived in the Kingdom of Unlikeness with its burden of synd.
Boboes who were Sons of Being continually gathered to rehearse that message from their King. They were always reminding each other of his saying, “My word that goes forth from my mouth shall not return to me void, but it shall accomplish what I please. And it shall prosper in the thing
for which I sent it. For you shall go out with joy, and be led out with peace.”
Return with us for volume five
of “The Journeys of our lives
– Boboes and the Harbor of
Safety” to appear in next week’s
paper.
Each month a member of the
Cook County Ministerium will
offer Spiritual Reflections. This
month’s s contributor is Rev.
Dennis C. Schutte, pastor of
Life in Christ Lutheran Church.
Pastor Schutte has lived in
Cook County (Lutsen) since
2000 serving as Pastor and
Missionary.
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