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As someone who loves to follow Jesus, I am always shocked at those that still appear to hate Him today. In my eyes, they are either ignorant or evil or both. I understand that people will tend to believe whatever they are told growing up by those they trust and there really is no reason to change whatever faith you have just because someone tells you something different unless you believe that Jesus is the Christ in your heart. That’s something that the spirit will convict those who are Children of God no matter what they have been taught by man, hence conversions.
I fully understand those that ignore the teachings of Christ because they were taught something similar in a different religion. They were taught about love and self-control and the like and don’t believe that Jesus was the Son of God, born to save the world. That’s between them and God. I have the problem with those that feel a need to insult, harm or murder those that don’t think just like them, especially those who believe in Jesus as their Lord and Savior even though this has always been a pattern of the non-believers since Christ walked the earth.
I grew up hearing about the saving Grace of Jesus Christ but many did not. We are supposed to spread the Word and I am pretty sure the Gospel of Jesus Christ has now been spread throughout the world, but it is up to each person to decide what they will do with their life and to take heed when the spirit tries to get their attention. Sometimes it’s hard to hear Him over all the bling.
I’m an ex-hippie chick though some might disagree about the ex part.
I was actually almost radical back in the day and was friends with a number of political prisoners. I used to sit in their homes in the 1960’s helping them stuff envelopes with anti-war literature (Vietnam) as an occasional joint was passed around the table. I did not smoke it, but probably got a little contact high.
Not friends with any of these people anymore, some that actually became friends with John Lennon and Yoko Ono a few years later, and some that were actually imprisoned for their various anti-war actions, I seldom think of this time in my life.
Finding this article with RT, jogged my menopausal memory.
A similar thing happened to me once with a mall cop and it wasn’t Paul Blart. I spent much of my youth barefoot in the summer. I wouldn’t dream of walking around like that now, but as a dancer, I already had great calluses on my feet so it was not at all uncomfortable for me to walk miles of sidewalk completely barefoot.
My sister and I had walked to the mall a couple of miles from our home and I went into the mall barefoot. My sister being of sound mind at the time wore shoes. One of the rent-a-pigs noticed I had bare feet and because of me all those freaking “No shoes, no shirt, no service” signs were born!
He came over and started yelling at me about what a disgraceful health hazard I was and my meek response to the unexpected tirade was “Jesus Christ!” Said in a “what’s your problem” manner like he was as nuts as he obviously was. At that time those no service signs did not exist so I was not technically breaking any laws. He was irate that this was my response that came with a dirty look so he said, “Come along with me” taking me with a co-pig to his commanding officer, Sergeant Big-Pig. When we got there he proceeded to speak “Pig Latin” which means lies. He told his sergeant that I called him a “God damned son of a bitch” to which I said, “The hell I did, I just said Jesus Christ” because of the manner in which he spoke to me. He called me a liar and repeated the lie again. His boss told him to leave the room and he and I spoke for a few minutes. Again I told him what was said to me by this man and how he said it and what I said. My sister was outside and confirmed with him what had happened, to which he told me I could just leave and don’t worry about it. He then asked “Porky” to come back in so he could speak to him.
Case closed! But this is one of the many reasons I know the kind of personality that is attracted to these types of jobs. Aggressive, angry, hostile, cocky, etc. You would never use terms like “Loving, kind, generous, meek, etc. to describe a potential police officer. I learned that cops lie or really misinterpret what is said or happening around them. For this very reason it is imperative that all individuals wishing to become any type of gun carrying guard or police officer be thoroughly checked psychologically before allowing them to even get into cadet training.
Through the years I finally realized that “Jesus Christ” was not a phrase you use just because something is really stupid or unfair just because I heard it used that way growing up by other adults around me. You use that phrase when you are actually speaking to Jesus in prayer, never vainly. Sometimes in prayer His name is used vainly as Jesus told us that many will call it but few will make it because the road to righteousness is straight and narrow and most do not walk that walk.
I am mostly white, but both my parents are slightly racially mixed. I should say “Thank God” for the reason that there was never any racism in our family growing up. No one ever said a cross word regarding how anyone else was or is. Comments were not made, names were not used, ever! Since all of us were exposed to every color of the rainbow growing up, I have to think that this was an awesome thing.
When I was very young I lived in an all white neighborhood with my grandmother who is actually from Jewish/German descent, though she was a practicing Christian. I remember being chased out of some of the kids yards to go home and I knew I didn’t do anything wrong. I used to be so scared and wonder what was wrong. I would ask my mom why they would do that to me and why I couldn’t play with the other kids and she just told me “some people have problems, they’re not very nice.” That was enough for me at the time but it really, really hurt me inside and effects adversely to this day.
One night, after we kids were in bed, someone came to our door and our parents let them in. Trying to peek downstairs, the only person I could see was some blond-haired lady. They were asked to be seated when I heard my dad raising his voice and I got really scared because he was yelling at these people to get out of our home at once. I asked my mom the next morning why dad was yelling at those people like that and she didn’t want to say too much at the time but told me when I was older that those people were going door to door trying to block a black family from moving into our Detroit neighborhood. They came to the wrong house, much as they found out.
Another time I was reminded of being “different” was right after we moved to the suburbs and one of the students at my new Junior High School asked me if I was a Gypsy. I thought she was being funny and said no, then someone else piped in saying “Yes you are gypsies. I know where you live and I saw your whole family and you are gypsies!” They were being very serious! It didn’t really bother me and I actually thought it was a hoot. I told my mom what was being said about us and she just laughed because we were darker than the average white person and people love to label you so gypsy is a good as any other stupid label I guess.
When I was older I asked her why some people were racist, because I thought it was strange and she said “Some people seem to think they are better than other people.” Again that was enough for me because that’s all racism really is.
Now there are a lot of young black men today that are really not representing and that’s a fact because they do not represent the way most blacks think or live but who does the media print so much of their articles about shootings, murder and violence in our country? So that kind of behavior and those kinds of stories do promote prejudice and racism and you can’t blame folks for being fearful, untrusting or even hating others if they think they have a reason for it. I have a problem with those that refuse to tolerate or accept anyone who isn’t exactly like them and I have reasons for that.
There’s a good reason why so many people are now taking notice of the injustice that has been the norm since this land was stolen from the Native People many years ago. There has always been corruption and injustice since the Europeans crawled on shore of North America, following fast on the heels of the Pilgrims that tried to escape their evil but did not succeed. The conquerors were able to hide much of their deception until recently. Until we had people that cared and demanded the truth and they dug for it, risked their lives and jobs to blow their whistles trying to put an end to all the lies, deceit and corruption they were witness to.
Human nature stinks, to put it mildly. We are complex, potentially dangerous animals that seem to forever struggle with our inner demons, some more than others, unpredictable, sometimes unfair and carrying so much baggage! This was the very reason that Christ was born over 2000 years ago in Bethlehem.
Jesus was hated by most in His time as He still is today. Many are the non-believers who are ignorant, jealous at heart and refuse to see the truth. As Jesus said, the road to salvation is narrow indeed and few shall find it unless they really wish to do so in their heart. Knock and it shall be opened. Pray and He will hear the sincerity of that heart. No one can fool God and most have stopped trying. It is evident in how many run around “doing their own thing” or “living their dreams.” And what is the key word to all these little beliefs? You got it! It’s just plain selfishness.
Man is clannish by nature and we will always own the belief system we grew up with. Some men try to pass themselves off as pious and completely impartial in the pretense to rule over the rest of us. The ability to do this is not possible and I think most of us know this. If not, it should be evident with the way our government makes some of our laws and rulings that effect everyone.
Granted I don’t always agree with the amount of control our state, local and federal government has over all of us, but I do agree on one important thing and that is that there be standardized law and order that apply to everyone, regardless to their race, color, creed or job they hold. Our American Constitution guarantees us to the right of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It’s a given that without our lives, we can’t experience liberty or happiness here on earth so killing one another is not an option except in genuine, not perceived, danger to one or another’s life.
We now have an over militarized trained and suited up police that views the American citizens as the enemy. Who’s idea was this in the first place? How did this area of our government get out of control like this? It appears that for any crime the punishment is murder with no trial. That’s totally against what this country was supposed to have been based on. It’s one thing to have to kill someone who is shooting at you, but because they run away or you think they are going for a weapon when you ask for their ID and they reach into their car, that’s not acceptable. Keeping law and order is not a job for cowards or immature egomaniacs that become an officer so they can intimidate others. It used to attract honorable men with high ideals of making this world better. Now it appears that it only attracts gangsta’ bully types in which many are just as corrupt as the criminals they arrest, assault or kill daily for daring to challenge their authority.
Men should not be allowed to be armed if they plan on killing those that simply refuse to “kneel before Zod!” Officers, leave the egos at home if you plan on going to work and then do a good, honorable day’s work to the best of your ability. The reason the criminals don’t like the cops is they seem to think that they are better than everyone else and these rules and laws are only for the rest of us. I have a problem with that as well.
I would hate to see what would happen if all these officers that are being harassed and disrespected by these criminals and protesters all walked off their jobs to let us take care of ourselves. What do any of you really think that would look like? If all the really bad, mentally unbalanced, greedy thugs thought they could get away with anything, where do you think they’d stop and why? This is why we need other men with guns. Some people don’t have consciences or any inner moral compass and sadly are very much like animals that need to be constantly monitored and controlled because they do lack the ability to control themselves. These are very dangerous people and they do ruin the world for everyone else. This is why many like this end up incarcerated for life as repeat offenders. I feel that this is what’s really unfair. Because evil does exist, we expect good men to save us from them because for some reason we have been told we can’t or shouldn’t do this for ourselves. We do have real problems if these men are not as good as they are supposed to be. When any begin to behave even worse than the animals they supposed to go after, it completely negates their very purpose for doing what they are paid to do.
Every government agency has checks and balances. I took it for granted that our government would think that sending men with guns to control other men would be something they would be concerned with and monitor. It does not appear to be the case but this has to change. There should have always been an agency that oversees all our police forces in all states and cities. Something this important should never be left to the honor system when honor does not appear to exist anymore.
Many years ago Ann Landers posted an article entitled “Maturity.” Here is the repost.
Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence.
Maturity is patience. It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure in favor of a long-term gain.
Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging setbacks.
Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration, discomfort and defeat, without complaint or collapse.
Maturity is being big enough to say “I was wrong” and when right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying “I told you so.”
Maturity is the ability to make a decision and stand by it. The immature spend their lives exploring endless possibilities and then do nothing.
Maturity means dependability, keeping one’s word and coming through in a crisis. The immature are masters of the alibi. They are the confused and the conflicted. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business and good intentions that somehow never materialize.
Maturity is the art of living in peace with what we cannot change, the courage to change what should be changed and the wisdom to know the difference.
She may be right but there is that saying that “Hard work pays off in the future but laziness pays off now.” And that most tend to take the path of least resistance. That was never the case for me. As someone who was oversensitive, which helps me as an artist, I spent most of my life outside my comfort zone. I can’t say I ever got used to it. After hitting menopause, I began to find others almost intolerable. I began to lose patience with the simplest of tasks and felt very irritable most of the time. I became weepy and my moods swung all over the place, when I was normally very stoic, straight and narrow. I had no problem following orders to the letter and now felt angry and agitated when anyone told me what to do.
For me menopause was a little like going insane. Losing my mind because who I became was not who I was most of my adult life. According to Ann Landers, who was Dear Abby’s sister, I was no longer mature. I used to have most of those traits, but found it next to impossible to feel calm anymore and instead grew in my frustration over the smallest of problems. My health has improved by using a natural progesterone cream that was not endorsed by my Doctor. Most of them do not believe in any hormone replacements anymore even though most women who use them do feel better.
I don’t remember how old I was when a conversation I was having with my mother led me to the understanding that everyone dies. I had thought that it was just random other people. Initially I was told that only old people die and not to worry about it until my neighbors baby drowned in the bathtub when I was about 11 and I realized death can happen at any age.
When my brother, who was almost murdered in 2012, found out as a child that everyone had to die, he said something very profound; “What a waste of people!”
The fact that we do all have to die shows just how precious life is. It’s impossible to hang on to even if you try so why would anyone make it harder for someone to do just that?
Anyone that can lay life to waste, like the flushing of a toilet, shows the world how stupid, evil and useless they really are. They don’t have the intellect or wisdom to think of life as the sacred miracle it is. Those are truly the dangerous ones. The one’s whose life, and not death, are the waste.
Many kill, but how many do you know that can actually heal?
This is why I love the stories of Christ when He lived. What he did for others physically and spiritually. We don’t really stand a chance and yet Jesus tells us to believe. I reason that since I know other things that Christ taught were factual, then it would stand to reason everything He said was indeed the truth.
We may leave this world behind one day, but some of us have the chance to live eternally in the spirit with God.
Don’t, read any horoscope forecasts because they will only depress you.
If you are reading this, I can only assume that you mustered the courage to crawl out from under your bed and thankfully, the earth is still spinning.
Your natural tendency to “keep trying” will get you in still further trouble this month with a surprising “devil’s night” containing actual, real devils!
As usual, you won’t have to wear a mask for the next day’s celebration of Halloween, so that’s a plus. The negative “Murphs on” with the fact that you have to keep replacing all the mirrors you break from looking into them in the first place. When do the Murphi’s of this world ever learn!