I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…
Survival is the only way out, because when you are dead nothing matters, unless of course we have mounted a white horse on the way to heaven… furthermore, if you are under a
Mushroom cloud, your survival time will be less than the time it takes for you to blink… so much for observing the event…
And what are you aware of that will prevent a nuclear war from happening? God for instance is Aware that His creations have badly faultered, and what good did that awareness bring to our table?
it's not just who you pray to that makes you free.
It’s where your prayer leans:
Into blindness — or into truth.
Some lean into fear.
Some lean into power.
Some lean into silence.
And a few lean into the fire — awake, unafraid, and unbroken.
We stand with them.
If you’re ever near the wrong bar with the wrong crowd,
we’ll save you a seat.
First round’s on us.
Here’s to the wrong prayers, the wrong gods, and the right kind of awake.
Think it through, God, so great that He got Daniel out of the Lions den, got Jonah out of that Whales belly, and if that wasn’t enough………He got Giligaaaaaan OFF THAT ISLAND!
it's not just who you pray to that makes you free.
It’s where your prayer leans:
Into blindness — or into truth.
Some lean into fear.
Some lean into power.
Some lean into silence.
And a few lean into the fire — awake, unafraid, and unbroken.
We stand with them.
If you’re ever near the wrong bar with the wrong crowd,
we’ll save you a seat.
First round’s on us.
Here’s to the wrong prayers, the wrong gods, and the right kind of awake.
Think it through, God, so great that He got Daniel out of the Lions den, got Jonah out of that Whales belly, and if that wasn’t enough………He got Giligaaaaaan OFF THAT ISLAND!
Is this you John? Just make sure I’m talking to the right John here.” I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…”
Problems in life is that I have doubts as to the wisdom of our elders, and thus shy away from religious tenets. The author of the above is indeed me, but I’ m always open to be enlightened
I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…
They taught us to believe in a love that never had any skin in the game.
It's easier to preach kindness from behind locked doors than to bleed for a stranger on the street.
Some prayers were never meant to be answered — they were meant to wake us up.
If the 12,000 nuclear warheads ready to be dropped on our loving ways don’t “wake us up”, nothing ever will.
Maybe survival isn't the real test.
Maybe the real test is whether we can wake up — even if survival isn't guaranteed.
If the world ends in flames, better to be awake enough to witness it for what it is, than to sleep through the final lie.
Survival is the only way out, because when you are dead nothing matters, unless of course we have mounted a white horse on the way to heaven… furthermore, if you are under a
Mushroom cloud, your survival time will be less than the time it takes for you to blink… so much for observing the event…
Even if the blink is all we get, it matters whether we blink awake or asleep.
Survival is a moment. Awareness is a choice.
And what are you aware of that will prevent a nuclear war from happening? God for instance is Aware that His creations have badly faultered, and what good did that awareness bring to our table?
Even if the blink is all we get, it matters whether we blink awake or asleep.
Survival is a moment. Awareness is a choice.
Even if the blink is all we get, it matters whether we blink awake or asleep.
Survival is a moment. Awareness is a choice.
Wrong prayer.
Right prayer, wrong prayer, god or God —
it's not just who you pray to that makes you free.
It’s where your prayer leans:
Into blindness — or into truth.
Some lean into fear.
Some lean into power.
Some lean into silence.
And a few lean into the fire — awake, unafraid, and unbroken.
We stand with them.
If you’re ever near the wrong bar with the wrong crowd,
we’ll save you a seat.
First round’s on us.
Here’s to the wrong prayers, the wrong gods, and the right kind of awake.
Think it through, God, so great that He got Daniel out of the Lions den, got Jonah out of that Whales belly, and if that wasn’t enough………He got Giligaaaaaan OFF THAT ISLAND!
Or wrong God….
Right prayer, wrong prayer, god or God —
it's not just who you pray to that makes you free.
It’s where your prayer leans:
Into blindness — or into truth.
Some lean into fear.
Some lean into power.
Some lean into silence.
And a few lean into the fire — awake, unafraid, and unbroken.
We stand with them.
If you’re ever near the wrong bar with the wrong crowd,
we’ll save you a seat.
First round’s on us.
Here’s to the wrong prayers, the wrong gods, and the right kind of awake.
Think it through, God, so great that He got Daniel out of the Lions den, got Jonah out of that Whales belly, and if that wasn’t enough………He got Giligaaaaaan OFF THAT ISLAND!
God is a male according to your descriptions. …. He ??? Who would have thought God would choose to be a male? Patriarchy at work in heaven ???
Is this you John? Just make sure I’m talking to the right John here.” I was told by the Catholic clergy that people loved one another, as our car rolled past homeless people on the way to the convent.. I was also informed that God loved us and that if we wanted Hid help all we had to was ask…mmmmm! I tried to ask His help one day when the local bully took my new bike for a ride.. but somehow He never showed up… Mmmmm? Must have prayed to the wrong Guy…”
One of my
Problems in life is that I have doubts as to the wisdom of our elders, and thus shy away from religious tenets. The author of the above is indeed me, but I’ m always open to be enlightened