The domed roam, to acquire food and necessities, and are basically hostages. They are captive to a world which is outside of their control. Storms and other calamities are prevalent. The weak and odd have difficulty coping. Escape is only through the forever high sky.
Powerful entities are located outside of the dome (or bowl). They can remove items or drop them inside. From time to time food treats, essentials and treasures are gifted, funded anonymously. An item drops into the lap of, or in the vicinity of, the grateful gift receiver. Gifts provide tres bon bread for sustenance, ointments for healing, and even helpful subliminal messages.
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| Hostage or worshipper? |
Alliances are critical. Even total opposites work together. It is necessary for survival against those desiring, at all cost, to "win." Close relationships are possible and extra beneficial inside the dome.
This scenario somewhat resembles the Hunger Games' arena, (a survival-like stadium in the popular 2008 science fiction novel by the American writer Suzanne Collins, and a big-screen movie). But the dome I describe holds billions of people. We are in a dome, semi-hostage to work, our hungry stomachs, and daily routines.
I am a believer and a worshipper. From time to time, calamities and crises arise, yet so do blessings, and beauty, and love. The One in whom I believe selectively intervenes in the "dome" with gifts for special needs, and He cares, even about social obligations.
During one happy social event, precious and needed wedding wine embarrassingly runs out. Jesus miraculously turns water into liquid grapes or choicest wine (John 2). His first public miracle is thrown into His lap, at a love-feast. Jewish marriage ceremonies are festive, with the essence of love.
That's when, quietly and behind-the-scenes, He steps in and orchestrates the rest. Down to the last perfectly amazing detail. Jesus resourcefully says to fill 6 empty 20-gallon stone water jars with water, and turns the contents into wine. Choicest wine. He is, after all, perfectly powerful, and perfectly loving.
I am no hostage to random events, like crises and "wine-fail." I attempt to acquiesce, to God's will, in the details of my comparably ordinary little world. I strive for a hope-filled mindset, desiring outcomes, gifts, and specifics to be played out His way. I am learning to trust His love.
On another rapturous note. One day this swooning bride might be willingly scooped from this domed world, by that same Miracle-worker. The ultimate Bridegroom (Matthew 25).
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| ♥ Domed, but not doomed ♥ |
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