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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Yo God! (Shout out from a sinner)

Now I know that the following may freak y'all out...but I am gonna talk about God for a second.

No, as far as I know, I am not terminally ill.

Yesterday my dear spouse had a little bit of drama with her job.  She had to complete something online that, if not completed, would have caused her massive drama.  The bloody thing wouldn't start with a damn, and after I stayed up until questions trying to help her, I gave up.

Did one thing before I threw my hands up.

I asked God to let her get through this, because the woman has enough on her plate.

This mkrning, after she posted about her dilemna, one of her co-workers helped her out.  She isn't out of trouble yet, but she now has a shot to do what she needs to do.

Now God and I haven't had a good relationship in my 47 years.  Personally I simply don't get his way of thinking ming (assuming God actually "thinks" like humans do; I am guessing that He doesn't have a "brain", per se).  I have questioned many of his decisions:

1.  Why disasters take place?
2.  Why do little kids have to die?
3.  Why did he left the 108 years go by for Cuba fans before he said, "Let them have 1?"
4.  How did he let a racist, bigoged, (possible) sex offender,  birther   (a word I never heard of until POTUS 44 showed up) all around Richard get the  osteoporosis powerful position in the world?
5.  Why haven't I won the Lottery?  Seriously?

You know, deep crap like that.

The  biggest query of all I personally have is how can he let a faithful servant like my mom go out the way she is going?


So, I don't get him, and I am sure those of him who follow his word don't totally get him eifher.

But that isn't the point, is it?

I had an associate once who is an Atheist.  He said he never got into a debate with anyone who believed in God because he knew he could never win, despite the scientific proof to the contrary.



It cannot be proved to exist, but Christians have it.  Even if the shittiest day takes place, so bad that it a country song, they have that to buoy them.

In a lot of ways, I am a little jealous of that, even if the entire thing ends up being the greatest scam the world has ever known.

As for me?

Well, it's been a rough 10 years.  Not as rough as others (have had a few conversations with some folks who would have me beat on that route), but it hasn't been fun.  Whenever shit hits the fan (with my brood, it always revolves around $) somehow we find a way (via a last minute change of luck or the unexpected kindness of others) to survive.

I don't think science has anything to do with it.

I have lived my life where, if hell exists, I am on a Lear Jet speeding towards it.  Scares me a tad.  However, even with that, despite what family think of me (which outside of a few individuals on both sides of my married equation is very little, especially since this election) I am not that bad of a person.  And someone is watching over me, which I hope continues.

Some folks don't understand that their lives probably will keep on keeping on.

I worry for my sons, as well as some myself.

So whether it is God or whom/what ever, I hope I stay in good graces...and I am thankful.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Me, You, and the Cockroaches

When Prince died a month ago, I read that Jehovah's Witness folks believe that there is no soul; you just cease to exist, even though they believed in resurrection.
I have had my battles over what I believe in my nearly 46 years on this earth. I was brought up to believe that Jesus died for our sins, and even when things don't go your way, "God always has a plan" for you.
I look at folks like Donald Trump as they spew their hate and ride the wave of people who feel the same, and I wonder if things like this is part of the "plan." I have seen things that defy explanation; no scientific fact, but it simply happened. I don't believe in good or bad luck, even though enough bad things have happened to me, my wife and my children. I have never understood how those who find pleasure crapping on people get over, while good people suffer (or die way too young, which is a silly catchphrase; you die when you are supposed to die...the only “non scientific” thing I generally hold as absolute truth).
I know you are not supposed to question God and what he allows to happen (remember, if what the Bible says is true, we did pretty much ask God to butt out, which he obliged us). I know personally that since I have done things that he would not approve of (including a couple of things that if my mother was well she would not be happy with me with) I did bring a lot of things upon my own shoulders. I believe Karma is real...it is simply God standing out of the way while we pay for whatever sins we may have committed years past...or just a few minutes ago when we stole the pink sweeter from the restaurant.
I have spent the last several years of my life screaming as loud as I can for we as human beings to treat each other just a little better. When I look at a lot of my friend’s profiles and list of friends, as we are wont to do, we associate with people who think like us, look like us, talk like us, believe in the same things. This “separation” keeps us from getting to know the “differences” in people, so we form our own opinions based on innuendo and old lies. I believe there was a bible story once where God (don’t remember why) decided to scramble the languages of the human race, which is why there are 100’s of dialects on this planet today. It is another one of his “plans” that I wonder what went into that decision, if God actually makes “decisions” like the creatures he created out of love. It has led to wars, rape, murder, and just plain nastiness, just because we don’t bother (or cannot) understand one another. It is the reason there is an Al Kaida or an ISIS. Or a black man is considered a “thug”, a Asian person is “smart” or Latinos are...well, whatever those who don’t get think whatever they are.
God exists to some folks, while others are convinced we are simply finite creatures, genetically set to disappear at a certain time (whether by accident or natural causes), and that is the end all of everything. I think about Prince and all the music that he left behind that I hope that one day (once all the legal stupidity gets over with) we will get to hear. He has a legacy; I don’t know know if his music will be listened to hundreds of years later like Beethoven or Mozart, but I think it has a shot. As for what he believed in as a Jehovah’s witness, I pray he is wrong. One of my biggest fears about life is that we are no more important than a roach or fly, serving no purpose but to exist for a little while, then are snuffed out and are like we were never here.
I guess that is the main reason why I got myself published and I blog. More than the money, more than anything, I want folks long after I was gone know that I was here...that I mattered. That whatever God’s plan for me is/was that ultimately it was the best thing for me...and him.