There are many things that I do not understand. Among those are physics, the appeal of soccer and why Two Broke Girls is still on the air (with any luck I will need to update this reference inside six months) but the top of the list is the question of intolerance.
I cannot say that I have had a good week. In fact, it would be a massive understatement to stay it was crap; that I am glad for the week to be over does not do justice to the word.
But God was with me.
This week, I have been flat, tired, disinterested and and just plain frustrated with life. Usually I find those times to be a veritable playground for free expression – not so this week.
In Luke’s gospel, Jesus is quoted saying “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also (Luke 12:34 KJV).” In this verse he’s referring to what we pay attention to or where our priorities lie determines how or where we spend our time and live our lives.
I am not going to argue that – I mean Jesus said it, right?
Don’t you just love the “prosperity” gospel? It is so motivating and full of hope and joy.
That is until you realize that you’re not getting the things you’ve been told you’ll get.
Wait, where is my new car? New job? New house? The promotion that I don’t deserve in the first place?
Last Monday Americans observed Memorial Day. The day we celebrate those that have given their lives in defense of our freedoms as Americans and in support of our way of life. These brave men and women, knowing the potential danger – knowing their lives were at stake signed a piece of paper and in essence said “yes, I am willing to die for my country.” To be fair, this is admission of anyone that joins the military of their respective country – voluntarily or not – so feel free to applaud your men and women too.
We see all the things they do and make most of our life decisions based on what we see. We’re either motivated to do or not do what we’ve witnessed.
Like you, I saw things and made choices that have moved me through life to the point where I question everything, including my value as a person.