To the writers, God’s original plan appeared ruined. A giant streak of ink across the canvas and increasing darkness at the edges – how could this work? There is no eraser for ink. But God insisted that they should still write.
God did invite more and more writers to the canvas, just as he said. Each one was given the same instruction, “Write LOVE.” Some wrote well. Some did not. Some could see that the word was taking shape. Others could not understand the big picture at all. Yet, with all of their differences, every writer had one thing in common – every one left a streak on the canvas. Inevitably the shiny Lucifer ink looked more appealing. At some point each man, woman, girl, and boy dipped their pen in the Lucifer ink. Inevitably their ink was pulled away. The errant marks increased, as did the darkness.
There were many times when the confusion – the out-of-bounds marks – created conflict. Some writers began to declare that there must be rules about how to hold the pen. Rules about how much to write. Rules determining which writers worked on which letters. Although meant to be helpful, the rules only added to the confusion. What should happen to the people who broke the rules? Should they have to stop writing? For how long? Maybe they could write, but only on their knees? And what should be done about those who used all of their ink to fill in the darkness?
Some of the punishments created by the writers were very cruel indeed. With their mouths they said the punishments were needed to please the Author – certainly he would not want writers to continuously leave errant marks. The writers had discovered that the tips of their fountain pens could be made extremely sharp, sharp enough to pierce skin. And pierce they did. However, they noticed that piercing another writer would leave blood stains on the canvas. When the writers tried to cover the stains with ink, they could not. Eventually they determined that they could use their pens, now swords, to draw the blood out of another writer’s veins. They would then take that blood to the perimeter in order to leave it in the darkness. Every time, as they attempted to do this, Lucifer ink claimed the blood and the blood of the writer. Some writers became completely unable to write again. With their mouth they had professed a desire to please the Author, but their heart confessed a desire to please themselves. If a writer was lost to darkness, it would mean more credit could be given to those who wrote well. This desire for credit, for glory, spread like Lucifer ink among the writers. Many worked furiously, eyes facing the canvas except to occasionally look up and fend off another writer. Tainted by the Lucifer ink, the writers took on that quality of self-preservation.
Maimed and wounded writers all over the canvas, some had now come together for the sake of protection. Writers of LOVE stood in opposition to writers of darkness. “The sword is mightier than the pen!” they would shout, and stand armed with their sharpened pens poised. However, with a sword you cannot write, and God’s canvas remained unfinished. Even the writers of the word LOVE opposed each other. Writers of the L opposed the writers of the O who opposed the writers of the V opposing the writers of the E. Every day, more blood was spilled. Every day, writers killed. Every day, the darkness grew. “What was the plan again?” No one knew.
God looked at them and loved them. Loved them in spite of their mess. “This is not a problem for me.” God called his only son over and they watched together. God asked, “Will you show them how to write?” “Yes, Father,” the son replied. The son saw the tears of his father and reached up to place his hands on his father’s cheeks in a loving embrace. “I’ll be back, Father.”
“Yes, I know,” the Father said as he smiled. The son then stepped out of the pool of tears and on to the canvas.
Questions to consider
*What rules do you have or follow for how you should write that seem different from other writers?
*Have you ever punished another writer for their mistake? How have you been punished?
*Which is in your hand more often – a pen or a sword? Is self-preservation in some ways necessary?