Digressing a bit, whenever I give myself a shot of insulin (and it ALWAYS hurts) I am thankful
that I can feel the pain from the needle entering my skin because in reality I know I am still alive. Honestly as crazy
as it might sound to people that do not have Diabetes (or know they have it), I look forward to the pinch of pain even though
I always try to diminish and lessen it. I didn't say that I loved the pain or that I am a masochist so please don't
get it twisted.
I'll wager that all the dead people of the world wish they were alive to feel my pain,
probably even the pain that caused their deaths because even at THAT terrible inevitability for them and those that loved
and appreciated them, still there was a semblance of LIFE and knowing where they were and WHO they were.
there is the starkness and bleakness of the UNKNOWING no matter what faith you claim.
Think about THAT if you are strong enough to mentally dare! I know that everyone isn't.
There are many of us roaming this earth as sheep following whomever whichever the wind is blowing, afraid or too lazy to
even think for themselves.
My driver Aubdo Dickson is a very practical and religious man who LIVES what
he preaches, unlike MOST of us. I am so happy that my cousin Cecil Sadler introduced him to me 7 or 8 years ago. Aubdo
is like family to me. He, his wife and kids know that I feel this way because not only have I told them, I
have showed them by my deeds. I treat him as a brother.
Often while riding me around Aubdo and I talk about God and religion today and
the ways that people don't practice what they say they believe... Really it's ME doing most of the talking and a little of
The fact is that I am so tired of the acrimony and sanctimony of people who say they believe
in God, love Jesus and want to "Walk in his ways" while at the same time allowing the authorization of the killing of
strangers in far away lands because of political agendas and profit. HOW is doing those things Christ-like?
HOW CAN WE BELIEVE that in allowing these things to happen without complaining, we will go
to the same Heaven that God lives? HOW? Our failure to challenge these works runs contrary to what
we claim to believe. How can we think we are going to Heaven while doing the Devil's work?
My angst lies in the fact that instead of addressing
our faith, like the discontinuous race problems in America, we would much rather collectively ignore or supersede
the question thereby hoping that it will go away... Why can't people stand up for what they say they believe in and be who they say they are, defining themselves
and being better for it?
I had to say it and if you are somehow offended,
is it because this is TAG and you are it?
Why can't we try to take the High Road? Don't worry
about those you offend when you live for the principles you love because we all must move someday and the answer to WHERE
lies in what we do and why we do it.
Writing about this political campaign and the Dirty Tricks being employed by others against
Obama's success has elevated my method of thinking somewhat because I realize that how WE practice our beliefs are
perhaps more important than whoever eventually wins.
On the grand scale of life does some minute, speck Presidential election on this part
of this planet at this juncture in time matter more than God? If it does, you don't believe in the same God that most
people claim to pray and you therefore don't REALLY believe in the teachings of Jesus either. If you did believe you
would know the differences between the truth and BS and no media pundit or candidate could sway you with distractions or misinformation.
You would not and could not be moved...