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Let Him Who is Perfect…

I was not going to enter this horrible race war when Paula Dean had her problems with the past.  I wasn’t going to get into the mess with all the white policemen when they started getting into trouble.  I wasn’t going to say much for or against Hulk Hogan when he got dragged (or dragged himself) in to the race war.

Then, I read this article about a woman of 4 who accidentally left her child in a carrier in the grocery cart at the store for 45 minutes when she got home, realized, and drove back.  By then police had been called and she was charged with child endangerment.

Now, I have to say something for all of these.  Ferguson may be the exception, but the rule still fits a little.

First, here’s the article:  http://my.xfinity.com/video/mom-charged-for-leaving-child-in-shopping-cart/516308547709/Comcast/Today_in_Video?cid=hero_sf_TIV

Now here’s what I found on FaceBook:  https://www.facebook.com/search/str/istandwithcherish/keywords_top

I am not going to stand up particularly for any of these people or situations.  What I am going to do is to take a second and yell at all the people who made instant decisions to “hate” all these people, policemen, celebs, whoever.  I understand the horrible feelings if your loved one was killed and it looks like prejudice or bad judgment or even selected error.  But, people, where did all your compassion go?  Where did the treat people like yourself go?  Where did your positive feelings go?  The network has dropped Hulk Hogan because of one thing said, something he has apologized over and over for and has said where he was at the time and how low he felt.

Paula Dean has fought to climb back a little from something that, may have been said, but was brought about by a disgruntled employee who may or may not have been totally accurate.  I won’t get into the Ferguson deal.  Sorry…that one’s a bomb ready to go off…

Then, here is this mother, horrified and mortified that she made a mistake.  Sure, it could have ended up very badly.  The child could have been hit or kidnapped, or died.  Yes, it could have happened.  But, she did everything she could as quickly as she could to fix it.  And, in the end, because of people with feelings, the child is okay.  I am not saying that the parents (or, at least, Mom) should not have some sort of punishment, but, hey, in this case couldn’t we make it a minimum thing, write it up, file it, make sure she can’t make another mistake like this, but ease off…

People lately must be really scared for themselves, because they jump at the first chance to “put someone away”, “make them pay,” “show them who’s boss”.  And, it is, mostly — CRAP!

Help each other a little, smile a little, yep, you may get knocked down once in awhile for being nice, but the world in general raises up a bit with ever nice thing that happens.

I better stop and let you speak your pieces, good or not-so-good.  I don’t judge and I am not here.  I just notice and speak my piece, too.

Namaste,

Scott

Sunday Morning

It’s Sunday morning. I am going to church today. That hasn’t been my practice recently. However, I told a friend who also hasn’t been that I would sit with her if she would come.

My not coming has been a product of habit and sleep. I have gotten out of the habit, mostly, because I don’t sleep well and I don’t like going to simply sleep there. However, I will try today.

Church is not a place I feel you have to go in order to “reserve your place in Heaven”. Church is a place; church has friends for me and I, usually, take away a few words of peace or encouragement. I believe that God has all types of opportunities out there for us to be at or to interact in that will do us, at least, as much good as Church. On the other hand, going to Church is fine, especially, if you believe in what is being said and choose to have that reinforcement in your life. I guess the point here is that I think whatever a person feels they should do is fine, as long as it isn’t hurting them.

I was asked once how I could go at all and not feel like a hypocrite when I don’t agree with a lot of the services and what’s being said. The simple answer is that the service is there for many reasons. Some people truly need to hear all of what is being said; it helps them through their day. Others need the nourishment of good friends of a certain type found in church. Still others need the organization of a service to feel organized themselves.

Whatever the reason, mine is a small mixture of, at least, the first and second. I also like being there with my family, another important reason. I am comfortable enough in my own skin and secure enough in my own beliefs that I could go a lot of different places and be just fine. I went to a Unitarian church a few weeks ago and enjoyed that service quite a bit.  It allows for most all to come and worship.  God and nature are more at the center and no one had to feel left out or weird because of their particular beliefs.  I did enjoy it.

Did you know there are over 1,000 churches listed online as part of yellow pages for churches in Indianapolis? I find that number a bit incredible. This morning seems to be a bit of a wandering post for me, so bear with me and try to get something out of this, knowing that it is perfect for someone and that all things do work together.

Somewhere in this flighty talk someone is being helped by this or inspired to do or say or think something else that will help things along for them or for someone else. I have given up trying to figure it out and just accept it as it is.

Perhaps, this is the message here: trust.
Namaste.

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