Genesis 4:8

CAIN SAID TO HIS BROTHER ABEL, "LET US GO OUT INTO THE FIELD."
NOW WHEN THEY WERE IN THE FIELD, CAIN TURNED AGAINST HIS
BROTHER ABLE AND SLEW HIM.
Genesis 4:8

What had Abel done? He had done things right.
People hate those who do things well, because they put them in evidence.AND they do not want to change.
I often told my children "people do not know the difference between a butterfly and a fly, they see something move and they inmediatly take out the flyswater...but you must keep flying, just learn to fly FAST!
But we must fly, it is the only way to make this world a beautiful place. Butterflies must fly."

I think I need to learn to fly fast... several times the flyswater has hit me, and hit me hard. The fact that I am alive and longing to fly is an evidence that God lives.
I am not exagerating. I am NOT exagerating.

I have loved God since I was little. And I heard that to please Him you had to fly. (do things right)
So I tried to do things right and this got people around me to be filled with envy.
I did not understand why people reacted with resentment.
I was talking about this with my oldest sister, Mary, and she agreed that at home I was rejected by my brother and sister out of envy. Me and dad had a special connection. We just loved eachother naturally. Dad was quiet, but we did not need to talk with words, with spoke with our hearts. He got up early every day, so did I. It was our special time. Everyone else in bed, nobody to interrupt. Often, when I got out of my room I would find dad, sitting with his Bible opened, underlying his favorite parts. He did not even tell me what he had discovered that day. But I drank his love for the word, and I myself learned to open the word and read it with thirst.I flew.
But most of the day I would live in fear for my brother and sisters where envious. And they would be mean, very mean to me. It was hard. God was cool, he showed me a hidding place- my grandmother's house. When the family went on vacation, I would ask to go to my grandma's house. There I was safe, and loved. My grandma also loved God in a special way, and there I learned to pray. She too would get up early, even when it was still dark. She would kneel before her bed and start to pray. One by one she would mention us, her family. I often tiptoed to her bedroom door and watched her. And drank a love for prayer. I flew.
Mom, never understood why I tended to move away from my family. She always told me there must be something wrong with me. Now it is clear to me that nope, it is not always my fault. Others have sin and can be rather mean...specially when confronted by the light.
And it is not a new story. Cain killed Abel, for exactly the same reason. Abel lived in a way that said "it is possible to be right with God, it is possible to turn your back on sin." And this bothered Cain, because he wanted to have an excuse as not to obey God. He wanted to say: "it is not possible, your rules are too high, too demanding!" But as long as Abel did obey he couldn't say it...so instead of changing, he kill Abel.
Socrates was sentenced to death for the very same reason.
Part of his last words were:
You have brought about my death in the belief that throught it you will be delivered from submitting your conduct to criticism. If you expect to stop denunciation of your wrong way of life by putting people to death, there is something amiss with your reasoning. This way of escape is neither possible nor creditable; the best and easiest way is not to stop the mouths of others, BUT TO MAKE YOURSELVES AS GOOD MEN AS YOU CAN.
But he was killed anyway.
So, I better learn to fly fast, and be prepared to be killed sooner or later.
And I encourage you to do the same. Fly, but fly fast!