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Friday, 22 October 2021

Not Getting The Message, Maybe...

 I fancy myself as a christian of sorts. I know I am not a good one, but I do make honest efforts to be better. God does not talk to me or give me visions or let me in on His plans. I cannot speak for Him or have any real insight into His business or plans. But there I times when I swear I can see his Hand in my life - in small and almost unnoticeable ways. Maybe I am imagining it?

I have been thinking about Mom and Dad alot lately. Mom has chosen to spend her last years as a cantankerous unhappy old bitch. A lot of folks her age do and it can't be much fun. But it did have me down. Mike and some others got in touch to talk about their mothers... and even though they said it plain as day... I still managed to miss it, focused as I was on my mom and my issues. Compared to some folks... my mom is an absolute sweetheart! It sounds like M's mom is much colder than mine, and some tendencies that really take it out of him too. I totally missed that, Mike - and I am sorry. A real Christian would have seen that... but it sailed right over my head without me having the slightest clue.

So I go out to Stubfart Airfield yesterday and one of the old buggers starts regaling us with the horror stories from his mom. I didn't suggest it, or bring the topic up - he just started outgassing about it on his own, out of the blue. I have never met this fella before, I didn't know him from a hole in the ground, and for once, I zipped my lip and opened my ears. His mom has one foot in the grave and one on a banana peel. She smokes. She drinks. She won't exercise and she won't see the doctor because he will give her shit about her health. I guess she got pished up, fell down the stairs and fractured her leg. She had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the doctor's to get patched up. She's alcoholic and that is an entire separate can of worms on its own. Me and Rick The Dick just listened and nodded and heard him out. Compared to that guy... my mom IS a warm hearted sweetheart, and it shamed me to think of the bitching I did. He has real problems with his mother. It was humbling to listen to him.

Was it a random coincidence the old fella decided to talk about that exact thing? And was it a random coincidence that I was there to hear it? It is astonishing for me to look at things like this - I have actually been blessed.

I started thinking about my daughter and her lesbian antics. I used to joke that God really had it in for me when that kid was born. But... when last I checked in, one of their friends was getting her tits cut off and was transitioning to be a man. Unless her father is a lunatic too - he is in for a world of hurt that makes mine look downright luxurious. My lot could be much, much worse.

I suppose to someone passing by this is just so much random noise wrapped up in a lame old cliche... but for me it borders on a spiritual and intellectual epiphany. I am left thinking that Someone has been sending me a message and is trying to tell me something - and it went sailing right over my head same as it did with Mike. It's like you need to look at yourself before you can see others properly. The rattle in the Bible about splinters and logs in peoples' eyes are just a passage - until it jumps out at you like this.

Sorry for the novel and the speechin' you guys. Like I said, all this is probably just my imagination. I guess you'd have to be there to understand. But, it's my conviction that Forrest Gump was on the money when he said that some things happen accidentally on purpose.

Thanks for stopping by and lending me your ears, guys. Have a great weekend.

11 comments:

  1. "just so much random noise wrapped up in a lame old cliche"

    Not at all. It is actually profound, and that you are coming to (or have come to) realize the things you discussed is a sign of His grace, if you look at the world in those terms.

    There is only so much we can do to change those around us, much less the entire world, but we have great control over how we choose to perceive and react.

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  2. suppose to someone passing by this is just so much random noise wrapped up in a lame old cliche... but for me it borders on a spiritual and intellectual epiphany. I am left thinking that Someone has been sending me a message and is trying to tell me something -

    Trust that. Pursue that. It doesn't matter how long you have to tug on God's sleeve in prayer. Until you See changes in your heart, it's NOT finished.

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  3. It's happened to me, more often than I'll ever know.

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  4. "Matthew 25:31-46 Jesus uses the picture of a shepherd separating his sheep from his goats to explain what judgment will be like. On the last day, there will be a separation of people. Those who have placed their faith in God, and done the things he cares about, will join him in heaven."

    Could this be what you are looking for or are feeling?

    It's happening in my immediate family (not sexuality, like you describe about your daughter, but TRUE belief in God, NOT just attending Sunday services). It came to a head for me this past Sunday when we had a family get-together from three different states. No fisticuffs, but one Aunt offering to leave for a hotel at midnight because she couldn't stand what was being discussed, and the rest of the family just sat in silence (two separate events).

    Blue Tile Spook (Got referred here by Busted Knuckles or someone. Short-time reader but have been reading you every day for a while now.)

    USN 1989 - 1994

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  5. Glen, been hanging around here a while. Hope you and the doggeh are doin' ok. I enjoy your company 'cause i feel you're authentic and that you have seen the truth; that in God's eyes we're equal-all sinners. But that you have also reached out your hand to Jesus (John 3:16; even an old stubfart should know that reference). He is growing you, and that's good 'cause if we ain't growin' we're dyin'. Scarecrow

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  6. My Mom passed away in 2011 at the age of 91. She was the kindest, sweetest person you could ever meet. The only negative thing we ever heard her say was in reference to the Donna Summer song "You can ring my bell" that they played on the radio over and over back in the 80's. One day Mom commented "I'd like to wring her neck!". We still laugh about that one. My Dad, on the other hand, was just the opposite of Mom. She deserved a medal for putting up with him for 45 years and 8 kids.

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    1. ... and Mom always used to say: "People who are grumpy when they are old, were probably grumpy when they were young"

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  7. My mom died 30 years ago and my father is deep in the throes of Alzheimer's, so I've got nothing on that part, but I am told that we are forgiven anew every, single day. Which I personally need a lot!

    On the other hand, my step-daughter, aka the once and future(?) lesbian, treats her father like something you'd scrape off your shoe. We have some close friends who are in the same situation with their daughter. If that "lifestyle" is so wonderful, why are these kids so hateful?

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    1. Lesbians typically attack their families, and typically they focus it on the father. The really, REALLY mean ones attack their mothers. Good luck, SBR. My heart goes out to you…

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  8. God has his hand in our lives at all times, it is comforting to able to look back and see his obvious direction when at the time I did not acknowledge or consider his ways. Don't be too hard on yourself were all assholes to one degree or another. D.C. senior

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