Evil as Movement Imitating Love as Kinetics — The Searing Finale
The First section can be found here Is Love Kinetic Movement?
Beloveds, welcome, and thank you for taking the time to join me at my little hidey hole in the local Fayettevillian Starbucks. We are about to explore the stunning conclusion of what love looks like when imitated by something that does not truly understand it: Evil.
Let’s not dick around. Let’s get right into it.
This is not safe theology.
This is me experimenting with Love and Evil as prompted by my Teacher.
(Well—she would bristle if she knew I called her that, but I still do. She is a mentor.)
She said, “Why not write about evil now?” after inspiring me to write the first piece.
So here I am writing about the experience that happened to me as a miracle at around 3:54 a.m.
This is no parable.
(Or is it?)
What I can say for certain is that the event happened exactly as described.
The thoughts that follow are my own—creativity mixed with a hint of madness as adoration for the Father. A fool for Yeshua.
The Wake-Up Call
I was woken from a sound sleep for—I want to say—the third time, when I finally cracked my crusty, sleep-deprived eyes open and looked at the alarm clock over my wife’s sleeping form. She was (as always) a total hot mess, snuffling dream-snores softly with her sleep mask on like the beloved little princess she is.
The time read 3:54 a.m.
My first thought?
No way. Sleepy time.
I was ready to sink right back into the lull of slumber when He spoke.
He whispered to my bones:
“Prayer is action too, Beloved. Consider this my Love as movement invested in you as a gentle wake-up call. The watcher’s hour is upon you once more. Arise. Bind that which must be bound. On earth as it is in Heaven—so shall it ever be.”
I was lit.
He rattled my bones—not with words, but with knowing. What I wrote above is simply the sense of it that settles in me when I reflect without overthinking.
So I got up.
Grabbed an energy drink (C4—good stuff, and NOPE, zero ad revenue here).
I pounded it while meditating.
Prayer, Motion, Absurdity
I asked Him: What shall I declare that aligns with Your vision for my day, Yeshua?
I sat still. Silent. I waited.
What I prayed about?
Beloved… it means less than a fart in church, so I will not explore that here.
Suffice it to say: I prayed, I waited, and then I felt it in my inner being.
Time to get up.
Time to get dressed.
So I did it.
Not sure what the heck I was doing, but also… I had guzzled that energy drink like a racehorse on pre-race steroids.
Then He overtook me:
“Put on shorts… at 4:56 a.m… and go hit the gym.”
So I did.
I popped those shorts on, and the most glittery, skin-tight top I could find.
Why? Because a girl can be called and fabulous at the same time. God allows for absurdity—maybe. (Okay, maybe not biblical. SCRATCH IT FROM THE ROLLS while simultaneously keeping it written for absurdity. Ahem. Moving on.)
I get to the gym and immediately do the most bizarre thing:
I forget my Apple Watch.
I am all about those sweet heart-rate stats. I am a meathead smoker-toker who avoids cardio like someone allergic to shellfish avoids crab legs.
So there I was in full beast mode.
And while giving out sincere compliments to the other silly souls at that early hour, I noticed these two guys—young, boys to me, maybe 20-26 max.
I could have changed their diapers.
At first, I thought they were joking, ribbing each other playfully.
They were smiling, so I ignored it.
WRONG.
About ten minutes later, things shifted.
They were not smiling—not truly.
Their lips were, but their eyes had moved into the territory of cold jabs and threats.
“Let’s take this outside right now, bro, and I’ll kick your ass.”
The other guy (mid-calf raises) snapped back, escalating:
“Bro, I’m whatever. Let’s go. I’m set.”
Enter: Yeshua’s Interruption
Picture it:
A 275-pound transgender woman wearing a skin-tight sparkly Toxic Youth tee shirt, pink workout gloves, and shorts painted onto her thick thighs.
Twenty-five-inch arms.
Jacked.
Queer.
And completely owning it.
It is… obvious.
What happens next is ALL Holy Spirit. Not me.
I stop pumping quads, stand up, and walk over to both of them with the BIGGEST, GOOFIEST smile on my face.
I place one pink-gloved hand on each of their shoulders and say:
“Guys—I love you. Truly. For no other reason than that I am a child of God.”
Silence.
Immediate.
They froze.
Both stiffened like startled deer.
Bewildered.
Why is this huge muscle-bound married woman professing love over their mutual desire to fight?
They had NO box for this.
And for a moment—blessed reprieve.
The tension deflated.
But then… I saw it.
In one boy’s eye: a glint.
Malice.
Hatred simmering.
He WANTED the altercation.
His soul was hungry for justification to wound the other.
Evil unveiled.
The Father had sent me—but also another man—precisely on time.
This was not a one-woman job.
It was a two-soul job.
So when the boys started again, I went to the one being poked.
I spoke unvarnished truth.
I asked him to do me a favor simply because I loved him:
“Don’t respond. He’s trying to vent his own smallness onto you.”
He agreed.
Meanwhile, the instigator was taken aside by a steady old soul—65-70, fit, dreadlocked, goat-bearded. Respect.
I whispered in my spirit: “Send help.”
And BOOM. He appeared.
Thus was evil defeated by two things:
1. Love.
2. A willingness to look like a fool for Christ.
Love as Kinetics — Evil as Counterfeit Motion
As my workout ended, the argument dissolved.
My quads were destroyed.
My arms torched.
My soul buzzing.
Then the revelation hit like lightning:
What if evil is also movement?
Consider the ball metaphor from Part I:
Two souls.
A ball between them.
No movement.
Stillness.
Love is the Father’s whisper initiating motion.
Evil is the Divider’s whisper initiating motion—but from ego, insecurity, and lies.
Soul A: “It’s filthy in this gym.”
He kicks the ball.
(Aggravation. Directed.)
Soul B receives it.
He could receive in love and kill the escalation.
Instead, he kicks it back with edge:
“What do I look like to you?”
Now the shoulders square.
Breath tightens.
Stance shifts.
Evil’s kinetic impersonation of Love begins to dominate the field.
They cannot see each other as brothers.
They cannot see the Divider whispering in both ears.
And evil escalates until:
Implosion
(bitter self-poisoning)
or
Explosion
(harming others)
Maybe not death…
but maybe EXACTLY why our children kill one another.
Evil = Love’s motion divorced from Love’s Spirit.
Movement without mercy.
Kinetics without compassion.
Imitation love gone to rot.
Spoiled.
Like old sweat on a body treated as midden rather than temple.
The Whole Truth
Everything above happened.
The thoughts afterward took place.
I take zero credit—they are far above me.
I am simply one who writes
and lives
while actively hunting for opportunities
to Love more.
Amen and amen.
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