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God Doesn’t Care

27 Sep
English: Religious symbols from the top nine o...

English: Religious symbols from the top nine organised faiths of the world according to Major world religions From left to right: 1st Row: Christian Cross, Jewish Star of David, Hindu Aumkar 2nd Row: Islamic Star and crescent, Buddhist Wheel of Dharma, Shinto Torii 3rd Row: Sikh Khanda, Bahá’í star, Jain Ahimsa Symbol (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This post is in response to an article here, part of a project titled ‘Project O’, which is all about people’s opinions on opinions, and whether culture dictates what we feel or how we express it.  Only the first four paragraphs are actually in response to the article, the rest just grew into some gargantuan speech I didn’t expect.

I know that not everyone believes in God, and if not, that is between you and your own heart.  Personally, I do.  Not with the ‘God’/Religion I was raised in, or at least, not in the same way that I was raised to practice, but I do believe in God, and I do believe that Jesus Christ was His issue, sent here to show us the true path.

I also happen to believe that the ‘path’ has been horrendously distorted by mankind.

This post is mainly a rambling of my thoughts about God, Christianity, and just thoughts I’ve been having lately about faith and religion.  I don’t expect many people to like it, including those who don’t believe in God at all, and a whole heap of those that do.

Now that you’ve read the warning about what this post contains, should you decide to comment, please be sure that your comment falls within the ‘commenting guidelines’ located here Thank you.

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Just as a side note… that preacher, the one who came to your school… he was wrong.  The bible clearly states that eating the meat that is sacrificed to an idol is only wrong if it is wrong to YOU.

It does go on to say that if it is offensive to your brother and may cause him to stumble (in his walk with Christ) that you should not eat it, out of a desire to not become a stumbling block to another, but that the eating of the meat itself is NOT wrong. Continue reading

Never Give Up – Video

24 Sep

Tonight’s YouTube video.

If you like it, please take a moment to LIKE the video through YouTube as well as the blog post… and a moment to share it with others. 🙂  Thank you!

 

Intent: The Hidden Power of Speech

21 Sep

Last night, I posted my first YouTube video, and while I was hoping to share a relaxation technique with others that I find useful, I also learned a lesson from it myself.

In the video, there’s background music, but for the first six minutes or so, I’m talking.  First, I’m explaining the process, then I’m guiding the listener through it.  While listening to it post-production, I noticed a jarring difference between my voice (and its effect) when I switched from ‘instructing’ mode into ‘guiding’ mode.

While (in my opinion) my voice isn’t abrasive in the first half, when my tone changes for the second half, the difference is undeniable, and it made me realize just how much the ‘intent’ behind our words impacts what we say; that even when there’s nothing necessarily ‘wrong’ with our tone of voice, a simple change of intent has the power to transform our words and, potentially, all of our relationships that involve speech. Continue reading

Has Life Left You Hardened Or Tempered?

25 Aug
Blast furnaces of Třinec Iron and Steel Works.

Blast furnaces of Třinec Iron and Steel Works. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I would like to ask you all to indulge me in the following analogy.  I am by no means intimately familiar with metalworking, so if I make factual mistakes while making my analogy, I claim creative license.

When steel is worked, it goes through several processes. First, it’s placed in the furnace, and the heat of the fire softens the steel, allowing it to be shaped, or ‘worked’, after which it is plunged into water or oil.  At this point, the steel is ‘hardened’, but it isn’t strong;  carbon trapped inside the now crystallized part of the steel  causes it to be brittle.  If the steel were left in this state, a hard blow could cause it to break or shatter.  To prevent this, the steel is then submitted to a process called ‘tempering‘, by which it is again heated, but to a lower temperature, until the carbon has had time to diffuse out of the crystallized parts of the steel, and allowed to cool slowly until it reaches the desired ‘temper point’, and only then is it plunged into the water or oil, to stop the tempering process at the desired point.  If this process is done properly, you are left with a piece of steel which has most of the strength of hardened steel, but much less susceptible to breakage.

The troubles we face in our lives are much like this process.  Our hard times are the furnaces in which we are forged.  Continue reading

Bruised But Not Broken – A Survivor’s Tale

18 Aug
child abuse

child abuse (Photo credit: Southworth Sailor)

I am a survivor.

Bruised and scarred, but not broken, even though there are moments in which I feel I am.  I have survived abuse, in one form or another, since I was seven years old.  One abuser is dead (and burning in Hell, if there is a just god), another is still alive, in my life, and loved very much, because I am old enough now to understand.  I don’t have to approve of a thing to understand the motivation behind it.  I have forgiven, and life has moved on to happier, healthier times, because they have found it in themselves to change.  Another abuser is still alive (I assume) but completely out of my life, and although I haven’t been able to completely forgive, I’ve shed most of my anger and feel mostly pity and sorrow.  I count that as a win, too.

I am here to tell anyone who will listen or who needs to hear, that there IS life after abuse.  No, the memories will never go away.  The nasty little voice in your head will never be completely silenced, but there is life, and it can be a very, very good life. Continue reading

Hoping They Hear Me

17 Aug
English: Fragment of the USSR greeting card wi...

English: Fragment of the USSR greeting card with calendar and assistant postal markings advertising zip-code writing, 1962 Русский: Фрагмент поздравительной открытки СССР с календарным и дополнительным почтовым штемпелем, призывающим указывать почтовый индекс, 1962 год (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tonight I did something I haven’t done in a very long time, and something I’d never done before.

I read a blog post here about how nice it is to get a handwritten note or letter in the mail, and I decided that I would do the same.  I pulled out my dusty stationary and began writing a note to my mom.  It’s been a very long time since I wrote a letter to be put in the mail and sent off, even longer since I wrote one by hand that wasn’t written on the inner flap of a greeting card.

After I finished the letter to my mom, I didn’t want to stop, so I decided I would write another letter, this one to my nephew.  He’s almost 16, and his home life is pretty rough right now, and I had intended to just write him a little note telling him that I loved him and stuff, but it turned into a lot more.  I wrote to him about how soon he would be a man, and how important it was to know just what kind of man he wanted to become.  I told him to respect himself, and to respect women, even when they don’t respect themselves.  I asked him to be kind, I told him that there was always time for one more hug, and that no one ever regretted not being a worse person in life.  I told him that I loved him, and that I would be there for him if he ever needed me, and that the hard times will pass, even though they may not seem like it right now. Continue reading

Pity The Sun (A ‘Be Kind To Yourself’ Comment Rebuttal)

13 Aug
Moon

Moon (Photo credit: shahbasharat)

I could not let this pass quietly in the comments.

My dear friend… you may not be able to see your worth, but please, allow me to share with you how the rest of us see you.

The following comment was made in response to this post, I generally don’t publicize people’s comments this way, but I didn’t want to let my response fall quietly by the wayside.  My friend does not quietly offer support to others, she does so boldly and so I boldly do the same.  Even though she’ll hate it, lol.  I’m sure we all know several people who feel less than enthusiastic about themselves.  Many of us feel this same way about ourselves, too.  I’d like to offer my response to this comment as something we should remind each other of whenever we are being down on ourselves.  Continue reading

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