I wonder what Cat Stevens would think about the state of the Union if he were alive* today.
*Oh, I guess he’s not 120, like I thought he was, and long, long gone. See: Yusuf Islam.
Saturday night, I embraced studies of the Bible outside of the mandated and strictly adhered to Twice-A-Week law and visited Westside’s Young Adult class. (Sorry, I am not into acronyms and church. It cheapens faith. Like denim with legs.) The topic was obedience. I thought that was a pretty good one. I think I have a fairly decent grasp on obedience, and the world certainly has a difficult time accepting it. (Eve + Disobedience = Death for All)
First, I want to disclaim that I thought the Bible study was good. Much better than when people sit around and stare at each other. The lively (see: discordant?) discussion was enjoyable.
Second, I would die a happy girl if I never heard another person use speed limits to illustrate obedience. This example is prime PRIME for showing just how far we (as Americans) have come from our Constitution.
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Third**, I don’t know why I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was being said. I’m not even sure what was being said. I don’t have a problem with God’s law being supreme, but man’s law is not. It’s not created perfectly and to be followed blindly. Even if man’s law is not in disagreement with God’s, it is not to be followed blindly – especially in America where we have a genius system set up to remind our government who is in charge (*cough*withholding taxes *cough*).
And then Jenny said (paraphrased), “You have to understand how our family feels about the Constitution…”
**When Mom was desperately trying to teach me how to properly use an outline (instead of copying down the entire book, as is my practice), she told me that you must have at least 3 points. Is this an illustration of life in general? If you are a man and woman, you must have one child? If you are bread and turkey, you must have cheese (or a nap)? If you are two sides of a hot dog bun, you must have a Kosher link between? Who is responsible for feeding me?
I was posed a Ron Paul question – rather, someone said to me, “A vote for Ron Paul is a vote for Democrats.” I would say we’ve all heard the answer to this a bazillion times, but I met someone the other day who did not know who Ron Paul was, and I almost choked on the nothing that was in my mouth. So here it is again…
because, if you don’t tell people, they won’t know; if you don’t remind them, they will forget.
1) There is no difference between Democrat and Republican.
2) There are more than two political parties in America.
3) If everyone would vote for who they wanted to vote for instead of voting for a clear win, it would not matter. (“Would you want to read minds?” No. If everyone told the truth, there would be no need.) If I sit here and tell people to vote for the best candidate, and then I vote for the clear win, I am a hypocrite. As a Christian, I cannot be a hypocrite.
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Tonight, Jerry enlightened us on war and peace. He said, shockingly, that God will be with His people during times of war. During this time of war, do you think God is with your vote for the clear win? Is God with the wide path? Is God with the lesser evil or the good man? The answer could not be any more clear!
I don’t know everything my dad does. Or [Casey|caseymp3], or [Larry|larry], or my [brother|paden]. But, you don’t need to know all that fodder to answer above. Constitution mandates that law must be able to be understood by the lay man. The Apostles said you didn’t have to be a scholar to teach and know/learn.
ps. Seriously, I don’t understand the phenomenon that occurs when someone is trying to unwrap cellophane in church. It takes 3 minutes to open a Werther’s in church, but 1 second in real life. Just because you’re doing it slowly does not mean no one can hear you! (And they’re certainly not squirming in their seats as the sound bores into their morning brains.)
pps. I was cleaning up the house in preparation for a new realtor (joy), and I started fuming about all the things this realtor might touch and move and I got all in a snit about the possibility of finding my antique Depression glass plates out on the counter again. Then I remembered that I’m Monica and no one will be able to move my furniture ever because I will shrivel and die.
Give me something to believe; cause I am living just to breathe.