Excuse me while I take a nap. I have chosen to not participate in today.
I watched several messages on You Tube by a popular pastor, Marcus Mecum , at 7 Hills Church located in Florence, Kentucky. The man delivers inspiring teaching to his non-denominational followers and his “church” is not adorned with all the usual accoutrement one expects in a Christian church. The pulpit is more akin to a stage setting with a background of contemporary light displays. There is a lot of shouting from the audience, I mean congregation, and lifting of arms and hands towards the heavens. Although many verses from Old and New Testament scriptures are referenced, one has no doubt that Jesus Christ is the mainstay of this church.
“When you are a critic, you become a victim.” Pastor Mecum struck a deep nerve with those words. That describes me in many situations occurring in my life today. It is especially apropos in the political climate of the past year. Being a critic has become so easy when I am fed a steady diet of scandalous stories and personal slander on every news outlet and late night TV show. My character defects thrive on the garbage which flows ceaselessly from the mouths of pundits and experts. It all makes me feel so absolutely normal and well-adjusted. I’m not like those imbiciles and morons who are being internationally scorned and ridiculed. Yea for Larry !
“Love thy neighbor as thyself.” Oh, well that doesn’t apply in this scenario, does it? Those fools deserve what is being unleashed on them. They are idiots. Their mouths are forever talking trash about the other guy and just look how they conduct themselves. The carousing, the immoral behavior, the greed, the obscenity, the lasciviousness and crassness which I see paraded in front of me as newsworthy information. Thank God I am not like them !
“Really? You have no sin? You are not just as broken as they are? You got all your ducks in a row, right?”
“Well, not exactly, Lord. I’ve got some minor problems, too. Well, actually, my defects are pretty glaring. You know all of them.”
“Yes, I do.”
Victimized. I have been victimized by my own ego; my pride is telling me that I am a notch above all the shenanigans happening on the national scene. My sins are not as egregious as their sins. My behavior is more civil, more godly. I have the authority to be a critic because I am better.
And it’s not OK to spend so many hours of my day judging the actions of others rather than celebrating in meditation and prayer the freedom bestowed on me by a gracious Savior who loved me enough to pull me out of those same slime pits. I still belong there, I am still more comfortable there, and I shall return there if I continue to be a victim of my own judgmental nature.
Jesus told the men of the village when an adulteress had been apprehended, “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” John 8:7
We know the rest of the story. Not s single man had the moral authority to cast the first stone. 10When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? 11She said, No man, LORD. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.” John 8:10-11
Overlooking an opportunity to castigate and berate national figures, “neighbors”, is sometimes difficult, many times impossible. For me, it takes a lot of prayer and practice. It does not come naturally because in my natural state I am not a nice man. But, Jesus has called me to be better than that. He has called me to “go, and sin no more.”
I cannot be a winner when I am a victim of myself, my sinful nature and character defects. For me, Jesus is the only “Way” to victory over myself.
In the small world between my ears I can think of nothing as frustrating or disgusting as politics. The limited federal government envisioned by the men of wisdom who forged our experiment which was never before undertaken by like-minded citizens has ballooned into an unwieldy and corrupt behemoth which favors wealth and power at the expense of commoners who keep the country’s machinery running. We are the simple, unassuming folks who pay bills on time, raise families, volunteer in our communities, and trust in the power of love and compassion. We support our local charities, tithe in church, and buy those outrageously-priced Girl Scout cookies every spring. We don’t ask for much in return other than a chance to run our lives without interference from legislators and politicians who see us as a ticket to power and riches. We are the backbone of a great country composed of every creed, every race, and every lifestyle imaginable. We are America and this America which we embrace will not disappear nor hide behind closed doors in the face of governmental tyranny and oppression supported by imbecilic minds and moronic behavior. They may have the money to build palaces unto themselves, eat filet mignon (or cheeseburgers) every night and adorn themselves in designer clothes. They may travel in jets to vacation spots worldwide at our expense and they may spend weekends knocking a little white ball around manicured, artificially beautified acres of greenery, but, when the final tally is made, when life for them is over, they will be as naked as jaybirds, poor as church mice, and answerable to a Supreme Power saying, “I knew you not.”
OK, that’s my political rant for the day. Now, on to the important things fluttering within my brain waves.
The eternity I seek is not some faraway place in the distant future. It is happening right now, right here in the world of LarryPaulBrown. Every breath I take and every thought I have is a moment of eternal commitment. Whom or what I choose as the focus of my commitment determines what my present moment will provide to me. It can be spent within the peace of a loving, compassionate God or it can be a endured in the chaos of a world gone mad. It truly is up to me where I go with my mind and my life. By no means have I attained a sustained state of bliss, but I have seen moments of what is available and I want more.
Martin Luther King, Jr., in his last speech the night before his assassination in Memphis gave one of his most powerful insights into that which is available:
“Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like any man, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land. And I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.” Martin Luther King, Jr. (April 3, 1968)
We all need to go to the mountaintop and look it over. From that lofty state of mind the things of this earth are irrelevant. Our eyes will see the glory. The coming of the Lord has happened. It is right here, right now. Just open your eyes, spread you arms and receive Him.
The airways, the newspapers, and our very own blogosphere are filled with chatter about 1st Amendment rights especially the freedom of speech and expression. Yes, it is an important issue to all sides of the conversation from left to centrist to right. But, should it be stirring up such controversy and baiting?
We have always had this right since the inception of our Bill of Rights. It has been there regardless of whether the interpretations have been handed out by the Supreme Court of the United States or Joe Blow from Yakima. The Preamble states that these inalienable rights have been granted by the Creator under the heading of LIFE, LIBERTY & PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. Take notice! The “C” in Creator is capitalized. That means this Creator is not just any creator but, THE CREATOR. That makes the reference special. It does not matter if you believe in my version of a creator, Tom Jefferson’s version or your very own personal version which could be that amoeba from way back in the primordial slime eons ago. Freedom of speech and expression has always been ours, yours and mine, since its creative inauguration. Accordingly, it is our, yours and mine, responsibility to grab onto it, cherish and protect it .
Problem is that some folks believe theirs should take priority over ours. Theirs is better, more godly. Maybe theirs has usurped passages from scriptures or maybe theirs is founded on outdated traditions, or maybe theirs is simply some cockamamie interpretation of what grandpappy preached as truth. It matters not because, as much as we would like to deny this, theirs is as valid as ours. What has heretofore saved our civilization from annihilation is that we collectively employ a conscience as a navigation system to pick through the varying ideas regarding freedom and for the most part have used that guidance judiciously.
Here comes the glitch. My conscience guidelines could be light years away from the conscience of another. So what do we do? Well, we could all pull out our placards, put on our marching shoes, exercise our shouting voices and stand face to face to those with whom we disagree. That’s not a bad thing, actually it is a good thing when we also cover our hearts with another characteristic which is not inherent, it needs to be nurtured and practiced. That trait is civility.
I can oppose your viewpoint by letting you know that you are the biggest asshole in the world, call you names which would make my mother ashamed, and raise a fist to your nose hoping to duck any fists you could raise to me. Lately, that seems to have become the American way.
Or I can exercise my abilities as a statesman and simply say, “Sir/Madam, I hear your point of view, I honor your right to express it, and I respectfully disagree. Now, please hear my viewpoint.”
I believe that this is how great leaders and statesmen of the past have conducted life and achieved greatness for America. They did not wear red hats or pump fists. They did not tweet infantile insults at those who disagreed with them. No, if responses were necessary to protect their freedom of speech or expression, it was normally, “I hear your assessment and I respectfully disagree. Now, hear mine.”
Civility. It goes a long, long way in resolving issues and conflicts. I freely admit that I also need a refresher course in civility basics now and then. I am not immune to the name-calling and drama which has become a normative feature of today’s political discourse. Ultimately, I want civility in my life because it lays a foundation for my primary objectives of “clean and serene” while trekking through God’s universe.
“Count to 10 before you open your mouth.” Those words spoken by a very wise old man to me as a rebellious, young know-it-all hold a vast reservoir of wisdom when practiced out of respect for others as well as myself.
“When there are many words, transgression is unavoidable, But he who restrains his lips is wise.” Proverbs 10:19
It seems that the disagreement over what is tolerable under free speech and expression is the vehemence, hatred, and violence which some are claiming as protected under 1st Amendment rights. How can it be? We can all talk about every issue until the cows come home and agree to disagree, but you threatening me and my family through words or actions with physical aggression or death because I do not think, talk, act, nor smell the same as you cannot possibly be what the Creator nor our founding fathers had in mind when they spoke of our inalienable rights. If so , then mankind is definitely not destined to be the enlightened species capable of unfathomable love and compassion as we have envisioned.
I sure do appreciate the opportunity to entertain all of you with my rants and raves and plain ole drivel. My creator, LarryPaulBrown, says he is a weary old man who needs a break from all the twaddle that passes as news and all the news that is nothing but twaddle. I asked him what the hell “twaddle” was and he advised me to look it up in the Merriam Webster. Actually what he said was, “Doofus, there’s a dictionary on the desk; use it.”
I’m not sure how long he will be in a bad mood, but, from the looks of the political scene, it could be a long time. Now, as for me, I ain’t the brightest bulb on the string, but I know fer a fact some of them old farts in Washington DC got less sense than my jackass standing yonder in the pasture. Maybe we can talk about it sometime.
You may have read a few of my guest posts over the past few months. What’s that you say? Don’t remember em? Probably just as well. Larry asked me to clean up my act a little bit since his readers is nice, proper folks who don’t appreciate swearing and dirty talk. “Well hell,” I says, “ain’t nothing wrong with a little naughtiness once in a while.” He says he’s gonna keep an eye on me.
So, afore we get started, I thought a cute lil joke would be a good icebreaker.
There was this old farmer who lived alone with his aging daughter. She was none too bright and downright ugly. The farmer was concerned about what would happen to her when he passed on to his glory. So, one day a smiling, horny, vacuum salesman stopped by. The farmer noticed that his daughter was taking a hankering to the handsome man. So, he hatched a plot to trap the salesman into having sex with and then marrying his aging daughter……whaaaaat? You’ve already heard this one? Ok, let’s just move on.
I ain’t no big fan of restaurant eating these days. Especially them fast-food places like McDonalds and Burger King. Ok, so you order a deluxe burger, fries, and a pie. You look at the register and it’s telling you $6.49. Then you say, “and a large Coke, please.” All of a sudden that total is $10.49.
“Miss, I think you made a mistake. $4 for a Coke?”
She looks at ya like you just escaped off the turnip truck, people behind you are grumbling, your wife is fussing and you just tuck tail and fork over $11.00.
“Sir, would you like to donate the change to the Whasahootsitz Childrens’ Fund?”
“Hell no,” I fire back to her and then notice the big bubba standing aside me in a wife-beater shirt glaring down my skinny little shoulders.
“No, miss, but I sure would love to donate $5 to the little angels of Whasahootsitz.”
All’s well that ends well. YessireeBob. Now you might ask, “But, Gabby, what about your wife? You didn’t order anything for her.”
Y’all don’t know my wife. Truthfully, I don’t know her anymore ever since she had that change of life thing. I know now why they call it change of life cause my life has sure as hell changed over the past few months. Just a fussin and bitchin about everything. She don’t want sex then accuses me of having an affair because we don’t have sex anymore. Go figure. And you ask what has that got to do with eating at Burger King?
“Have it your way.” Remember that jingle from years ago? She was in one of her pissy moods, I starting singing “have it your way” and now she won’t eat at Burger King. I don’t get it. C’mon, men have change of life issues too, I mean, let’s get honest. Plumbing don’t work like it used to, more hair growing out of the ears than on top of the head and how about that libido, guys? It don’t go away, it just gets put on the back burner to simmer on and on and on…….and on.
Hey, did ya hear the joke about the old farmer who had a gay bull?
Hello from Florida, the land of the powerless and sweat-soaked. Nice to be back. I once again have AC and internet. Yes, those conveniences were missed, but, the days without them forced an adjustment in daily chores and in priority thinking. Neighbors helping neighbors, people being courteous, washing dishes in the sink, turning t-shirts inside out for another day’s wear, and cooking campfire coffee somehow take a man back to the truly important things in life. Providing for basic comforts and needs is relearned from a childhood spent dealing with the capriciousness of farm life. Summers without adequate rainfall meant sponge baths in the sink instead of a tub bath because the scant water supply was needed for the livestock; a poor corn crop meant no new school clothes; sinking commodity prices meant repairing the old worn out refrigerator rather than buying a new one and making the 20 year-old-tractor last another year.
My grandfather and great-grand father with whom I lived as a child knew a hard life. Farming was never accredited with the appropriate respect for the risks taken to provide food for their families and the city folks. There were no guarantees back then on investment return and we were all called hicks and hayseeds. But my forefathers were as dedicated to their life’s calling as any college degreed professional.
They were devout men. They were earnestly sincere, devoted, godly, reverential, genuine, ardent, and true. They were not religious although they supported the local church and its ministries. They were pacifists who rejected the ideology of war and the country’s war machine. They quietly raised their families to be loving and compassionate.
When times like this past week enduring hurricane Irma strike and force us to our knees, I catch glimpses of many years ago living in better times in a benevolent community of godly people that understood who they were and what their purpose was on earth. The religious pomposity and hypocrisy we witness in today’s sects can’t hold a candle to the goodness of my people. The corruption of today’s government would have been a mere side note in my grandfathers’ daily life. They had more important things to consider. They had families to enjoy and communities to build.
Irma has shown a silver lining to this simple farm boy. I hope to return to those boyhood times more often now, to draw upon the wisdom and compassion of my folks, and to hold in proper perspective the noise and stench of our world today. Even as the internet lights up my computer screen again, I will seek the inner knowing and the wisdom of my forefathers to maintain a grasp on the truly important things. They were a happy, content community poor in materialism but wealthy beyond any of the glitz ruling our society today.
“If we would imitate Jesus in very practical ways, the Christian religion would be made-to-order to grease the wheels of human consciousness toward love, nonviolence, justice, inclusivity, and care for creation.” Richard Rohr
Is your particular denomination, sect, or theology greasing the wheels of human consciousness? Does your particular denomination, sect, or theology emulate the love, nonviolence, justice, inclusivity and care for creation which all of your scriptures attribute to Jesus? No? Then how dare you affirm your interpretation of your holy writings as the inerrant and infallible word of God?
I have never been one of those “in your face” promoters of any particular faith walk. You know who I’m talking about, don’t you? Someone in your church, in your neighborhood, on your media screen? My way is the only way, my way is Biblical, my way is God’s truth. Maybe I’m describing you.
Again I say, “If your faith does not affirm Jesus (or any of the other of God’s messengers who brought us the same message) as a reservoir of love and compassion, then perhaps that faith which demands blind obedience to creeds and tenets is not genuinely Godly. No, I’m not “in your face”, I’m simply posing a question
34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
That sword of which Jesus spoke could be a reference for the need then to excise the law-ridden, hypocritical theology of the Jews. We have the same scenario today. Religionists who have abdicated their moral authority to celebrate equality and justice for all of God’s humanity regardless of faith tradition, politicians who have bedded down with those religionists to rein in a sizeable voting bloc, and voters who have transgressed their profession of morality to gain political favor by electing a man who has shown absolutely no moral fiber or integrity….all are destined to fall to the sword Jesus carried into the theology foray.
No, I’m not here to be “in your face”. Having suffered a torturous and humbling journey through the jungles of “Christian fundamentalism” and having survived that journey with a deeper and more sustaining faith than ever in my personal quest, I am here merely to ask questions. Does your church/denomination grease the wheels of human consciousness toward love, nonviolence, justice, inclusivity, and care for the creation?