-John Bruno
IF THE HUMAN RACE HAD NEVER SINNED
by Jack Buno
Let us suppose perfection as envisioned in the divine blueprint was not an abstract moral ideal but the fully matured expression of humanity itself, a physical, emotional, and spiritual wholeness embodied in the evolving interwoven tapestry of the human genome.
Suppose that when God formed man from the dust and breathed life into his nostrils, he encoded not only consciousness, but potential, a potential that was meant to unfold through the ages like a carefully seasoned recipe. This potential was not located in isolated tribes or dominant cultures but in the eventual mixing of all that was good, strong, beautiful, and wise within each nation, race, and tongue.
What if the many divergent races of humanity were not deviations from a norm but essential ingredients in the divine formulation of perfection? Each race carries something irreplaceable, adding to its endurance developed in arid deserts, tropical climates, and other harsh environments. Imagine the whole human race sharing a common empathy refined by generations of hardship, and creativity sparked by necessity and innovation.
In this vision, the ultimate goal of humanity was not the preservation of difference for its own sake, but the expression of unity through difference. The glory of God would not be in a monochrome utopia but the emergence of a radiant, genetically diverse, and spiritually harmonious human race, the culmination of millennia of love, intermingling our shared struggles and joy.
But we failed!
We did not love one another. We feared the ‘others’, envied the unfamiliar, despised what was different. Instead of embracing the divine alchemy of diversity, we recoiled. We chose prejudice, discrimination, exploitation and eventually, genocide. We broke the chain of love that would have joined our destinies into one song, one bloodline, one transcendent human family.
The tragedy of sin was not only spiritual, but it was also biological, cultural, generational. The tree of human life never bore its intended fruit. The great stew of God’s making was left half-cooked, unseasoned, and abandoned by a people too impatient, too proud, too wounded to keep stirring. And so, we remain unfinished.
Perfection can only be achieved when mankind reaches the full stature the potential homogeneity humanity offers. Not a sterile sameness, but a brilliant harmony. Each race, culture, and lineage, adding it’s notes to the divine symphony, and only when they are played together, through love and time, will the music of heaven resound.
Imagine a super-human, not a being of cold superiority, but one who carries within them the strength of all peoples, empathy for every exile, the light of every continent. Imagine a world where there is no race to dominate, only traits to share. Where love is not selective, but radiant. Where eyes no longer search for the familiar but are opened to the beautiful in every face.
Here is the deeper tragedy: nothing new needed to be created. The formula for human perfection was right in front of us. We neglected or rejected it. God had already made available everything necessary for Heaven to become real among us. All the ingredients were here from the beginning. All that was required was recognition, not invention. Revelation, not innovation. Love, not fear.
This is why Heaven is not some distant mystery, but a reality seeded into our very being. It has always existed, waiting not to be created, but to be chosen.
Surely, Heaven will be beautiful, and love will make no distinctions. A perfect soul will not ask where you are from but will see you in perfect light. And perhaps when the last wall falls, and the last heart opens, we will finally become what we were always meant to be: One!
One people. One love. One reflection of divine image.
This is the Gospel written in our genes. This is the Gospel we failed to preach. This is the Gospel still waiting to be fulfilled.
Already created, waiting to become whole.
