Play
It might sound archaic,
or may seem elementary,
but for some, life is not always a
rosy place nor a many splendor thing.
The pursuit of morality is ever noble;
but ignorance is always deplorable.
And religious ignorance is enslaving.
The heart and body test: Did it feel good?
The tongue test: Did it taste good?
The nose test: Did it smell good?
The ear test: Did it sound good?
The eye test: Did it look good?
In other words, for a young teen named Gaby,
if it somehow appealed to, brought joy or
pleasure to any of his five senses, there
was no question about it. It was indeed sin.
For the greater part; for the longest
season of Gaby's teenage years, he lived
according to what he later called, 'The
five senses test' of his Christian life.
In a sense, 'play' for Gaby in the simplest
of childhood fun was a forbidden luxury. i.e.,
to name a few. Sports? No. Theater/television? No.
Table games? No. Pure and innocent childhood fun
was sheer anathema, and 'The play of life' was torn
from Gaby's teenage heart.
Chances are that this narrative does not ring familiar
with most, but the truth is that religious fanaticism in
America was real when Gaby was growing up.
071522PS. *The American College Dictionary. #40: to exercise or employ oneself in diversion, amusement, or recreation.
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