The Cory Story
I witnessed an unusual event in the street the other day. This black kid named Cory was being chased by a cop car through some alleys. The police were after him because he supposedly stole a couple of candy bars from a convenient store. He was able thru agility to elude the first cop car that chased him. However, the moment he shook one off, another cop car from another district would emerge and continue the pursuit. He was finally able to sneak into a corner in an alley without being seen. He sat down on the concrete behind two 4 foot high walls. One of the walls had a crack in the center of it about 6 inches wide. Cory began to regain his breath as he looked at the items in his hand. For some strange reason, he esteemed the candy bars highly.
Moments later he was startled by the sound of someone approaching. He feared it was the police, but instead it was a 12 year old girl holding something in her right hand. She crouched down in front of the wall with the crack on it and held her hand out to display the items she was holding. She inquired as to what Cory was holding as if to consider a trade. Cory opened his hand and the girl insinuated that what she had was better even though the items were similar. As she left, a boy of about the same age approached in the same way and proudly showed what he had. It was some hand held electronic video game. He did not ask to see what Cory had. Without another word, he got up and left.
About two others showed up doing the same thing. I noticed that each kid sat down in the alley near the corner where Cory was. Cory and the others were all doing the same thing at this point. They were sitting alone with their heads bowed, fixating on the objects in their hands. Cory broke his stare from the candy bars in his hands to peak at the others. He began to see their behavior as illogical. He awakened to the fact that he was acting exactly as they were. He realized it was a foolish addiction to insignificant stuff. Cory placed the candy on the floor next to him and rose up from that corner in the alley to leave. The others did not even notice him leaving. Furthermore, he had no apprehension concerning the law anymore.
Even while I was dreaming this, I comprehended it’s meaning to a limited extent. The police in this case may represent moral law or the so called enforcers of moral law. Organized religion would classify under this description. Cory did not steel the candy bars, but he still felt guilty as though he did. A darkened conscience may be compelled to hide from feign moral authorities. Also, the spirit of religion hounds the one’s in such a state. Cory would escape one of his pursuers before another would soon pick up the chase. Different religious sects may be in conflict with one another, but they all persecute the same. Cory’s hiding place was insufficient to truly hide or protect him. The walls did not surround him and were only 4 feet high. In addition, there was a crack in the wall. Unless The Lord be our hiding place, our shelter is severely flawed. Now Cory in the corner was entranced by the candy. Candy in reality is empty or false nutrition. The majority of people are entranced by what is not authentic sustenance for the soul. We feed off of spiritual junk food. Contrary to the advertisement: Snicker’s DOES NOT satisfy. Just as junk food is unhealthy to the body, spiritual junk food is detrimental to the soul. Electronic devices are indeed artificial intelligence. The games that some of the kids had could represent our focus on trivial worldly knowledge. These games are truly pointless.
Cory and the others were all about 12 years old. This is known as the age of accountability. It is also the time when we are awkwardly struggling for self identity. When we are caught up with the petty stuff of this present age, we are being immature and lack our true God-Given identity. What we may esteem highly, God esteems very lightly. Some of us are interested in trading our little objects of affections. Other just want to proudly display our inferior know how. It all results in each one withdrawing to a lowly place on the floor to obsess over our misguided cravings. Lord have mercy on us! Fortunately, Cory snapped out of his stupor when he saw his own behavior in the others. He disliked it in them, and despised it in himself to point of action. He simply laid the junk down, got up and left the absurd scene. It is time to lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us and run with endurance the race that is set before us. In this episode, Cory left unnoticed by the others, as to signify how blinded they were by their fixations. Interestingly, Cory did not dread the police any more. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has made us free from the law of sin and death.
Thanks for the Story Cory… O1 08 07