Backbone

I like my backbone. Actually, I don’t just like my backbone; I love it. When I first thought about this, I realized that it seems odd. But I still love that I can stand up strait. I love that my strength and posture rely totally on its support. It’s regrettable and jarring to see people without a spine like mine. They try to stand up properly, but can’t. It’s almost painful just to watch. Some are incapacitated and weak. They are only able to take a little pressure before they cave.

The spine I’m referring to isn’t bone; rather it is made of paper and glue. The glue isn’t some sticky substance that holds paper together. The glue is an undefeatable truth. If the words in it meant anything different, this book couldn’t have survived 3,500 years so far. It even speaks of times as old as 10,000 years. My posture depends on this spine, because it allows me to stand up strait. It is unfortunate to see people without this spine, walking without the whole truth. The pressure eventually gets to them and they collapse, if not now, then later.

I love my spine, because God gave it to me. I love God and He loved me first.

Pg. 11 © 2005 Kai Napohaku