plasticine

i had a dream about plasticine last nite.. heh, i'm not one to blog about dreams and stuff.. but it's kinda stuck in my head anyway...

you know when plasticine get's rolled in dirt, it's almost impossible to separate the two. imagine if you rolled a ball of white plasticine with a block of black plasticine, and kept on rolling and rolling it. it's almost impossible to separate the two.
Now imagine that block of plasticine is you.
Sometimes the dirt shows on the surface, sometimes it's hidden underneath. So sometimes we try to pull out the dirt but there always seems to be more underneath the surface, and we seem to keep on sticking back the dirt onto the ball. Sometimes we try to cover the dirt back up so that on the outside it looks all white and nice.
Some of us hate ourselves for being so dirty that we try to cover it up, but somehow... the dirt still keeps on coming back to the surface as we roll about.
Some of us hate others for their dirt showing up on their pieces of plasticine, and so we avoid those dirty pieces of plasticine and stick to other "cleaner" pieces of plasticine... but the truth is.. all of us have some amount of dirt stuck on and in us.
I suppose the only way to be able to get thru life with the dirt removed, and really removed.. is if we let the Maker of our plasticine ball remove the dirt. At times it hurts cos' it's taking a part of ourselves away. At times it's the unnatural thing to do cos' we've gotten so used to the dirt being there cos' it's always been that way. But unless we let the Maker take the dirt away, it's going to get more and more, until all that's left inside and outside is dirt.. and nothing clean is left.
But it's only when we let our Maker start pulling away some of the dirt off us that we begin to be able to start loving ourselves cos' we wonder how anyone could love us so much to dirty His hands to pull out the dirt out of a plasticine ball. Then He tell's us it's because underneath all the dirt we've picked up, there's still that part of you that He made that He'll always love no matter how dirty the outside may seem.
And it's only then that we're able to love others cos' no matter how much dirt covers it up, there's always that part that the Maker put there, that'll always be there to love.
And so we try to spread the News of this Maker who's somehow willing to dirty His hands to pull out the dirt off us, so that one day... when we're all finally clean and white again... we'll no longer be plasticine figures... but real people.

this post is dedicated to that pretty girl who's always not at home.