“Justice, justice shalt thou pursue.”
Deuteronomy 16 :20-22
I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.
I’m ready to make up my picket sign and stand on street corners, write to my legislators, plaster my car with political stickers and write some checks to political causes.
There’s only one teeny tiny problem.
I don’t know where to begin.
Where should I expend my energies?
I feel beleaguered on every side, from the monumental to the trivial but significant things that I’m bombarded with every day. Injustice is everywhere.
There are people who feel it is absolutely imperative that kindergarten children need to be educated I mean indoctrinated about homosexual lifestyles. There are people re-writing our history books until the past is unrecognizable. There are people who think that global warming is real and our fault, and we should pay them money just to be able to live on the planet.
There are people who think that a chicken’s life is exactly the same as a human’s life. There are people who think it is a really great idea to advertise all manner of erectile dysfunction products on tv and radio 24-7. There are people in my state who are so angry that their demand for same sex marriage was turned down by a vote of the majority, that they feel totally justified in harassing, threatening and intimidating those who supported the proposition. NEVER MIND how you feel about same sex marriage, either we live in a democracy and respect the voice of the majority or we don’t. If it’s the latter, we are doomed. There are questions about Barak Hussein Obama’s birth certificate that I want answered BEFORE he takes the oath of office.
Pirates troll the waters of the world’s oceans and no one seems to have the bollocks to blow them to kingdom come. And finally, I want to know where the testosterone has been locked up in India. Because as horrific as the killings in Mumbai were, the fact that the lily livered, panty waist police didn’t SHOOT at the killers when they had a chance, is the thing that makes me want to run screaming through the streets.
At what point did we lose our will to fight evil? Why do we have to wait until they have done atrocities before we fight them?
I don’t want to build little flimsy candle memorials strewn with wilting flowers and laminated photos of the victims. I don’t’ want to send money to the survivor’s family. Money isn’t going to help anyone if we don’t stop these murderers. I don’t want to ‘get closure’ I don’t want to ‘move on’. I want to find those soulless cretins and eviscerate them in the public square before they kill one more innocent human being.
So, dear friends, which way do I go? Which battle do I fight? I’m only one person, one voice. I’m hoarse from raving against the folly, the stupidity, the deceit, the greed, the cowardice, and the blatant disregard for consequences that is rampant all over the world.
I think I may have one last idea. One possibility. It’s going to take guts. I may get in trouble for it.
I’m taking my case to God.
There is a story by Elie Weisel where a group of men in the concentration camp put God on trail for allowing such suffering to take place. But you know, it wasn’t God who had a gun in His hands in India, and it wasn’t God who grabbed the little Jewish boy and fled with him to safety. It was people. Good people and evil people.
We need to find the courage to figure out the difference. Because I don’t know about you, but there seems to be a boat load of confusion on this point. Refusing to call things by their right name is an insidious kind of evil in itself. These miserable excuses for human beings were Muslim terrorists. They killed in the name of their twisted religion. They were funded by people living in western countries, who had enough extra cash to pay for their murderous rampage. Don’t fool yourself, and don’t let others cow you into not calling things what they are.
Anyway, I’m going to do something. It is going to take a little time to put it together, but I’m going to start today. I have no more confidence in government or men in power. They have all been found wanting in my eyes.
I’m going over their heads.
I cannot fight this battle that has so many sides to it. The shotgun approach is just not working for me. I need arrows. Straight and true arrows. God grant me a quiver full of them.
Deuteronomy 16 :20-22
I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.
I’m ready to make up my picket sign and stand on street corners, write to my legislators, plaster my car with political stickers and write some checks to political causes.
There’s only one teeny tiny problem.
I don’t know where to begin.
Where should I expend my energies?
I feel beleaguered on every side, from the monumental to the trivial but significant things that I’m bombarded with every day. Injustice is everywhere.
There are people who feel it is absolutely imperative that kindergarten children need to be educated I mean indoctrinated about homosexual lifestyles. There are people re-writing our history books until the past is unrecognizable. There are people who think that global warming is real and our fault, and we should pay them money just to be able to live on the planet.
There are people who think that a chicken’s life is exactly the same as a human’s life. There are people who think it is a really great idea to advertise all manner of erectile dysfunction products on tv and radio 24-7. There are people in my state who are so angry that their demand for same sex marriage was turned down by a vote of the majority, that they feel totally justified in harassing, threatening and intimidating those who supported the proposition. NEVER MIND how you feel about same sex marriage, either we live in a democracy and respect the voice of the majority or we don’t. If it’s the latter, we are doomed. There are questions about Barak Hussein Obama’s birth certificate that I want answered BEFORE he takes the oath of office.
Pirates troll the waters of the world’s oceans and no one seems to have the bollocks to blow them to kingdom come. And finally, I want to know where the testosterone has been locked up in India. Because as horrific as the killings in Mumbai were, the fact that the lily livered, panty waist police didn’t SHOOT at the killers when they had a chance, is the thing that makes me want to run screaming through the streets.
At what point did we lose our will to fight evil? Why do we have to wait until they have done atrocities before we fight them?
I don’t want to build little flimsy candle memorials strewn with wilting flowers and laminated photos of the victims. I don’t’ want to send money to the survivor’s family. Money isn’t going to help anyone if we don’t stop these murderers. I don’t want to ‘get closure’ I don’t want to ‘move on’. I want to find those soulless cretins and eviscerate them in the public square before they kill one more innocent human being.
So, dear friends, which way do I go? Which battle do I fight? I’m only one person, one voice. I’m hoarse from raving against the folly, the stupidity, the deceit, the greed, the cowardice, and the blatant disregard for consequences that is rampant all over the world.
I think I may have one last idea. One possibility. It’s going to take guts. I may get in trouble for it.
I’m taking my case to God.
There is a story by Elie Weisel where a group of men in the concentration camp put God on trail for allowing such suffering to take place. But you know, it wasn’t God who had a gun in His hands in India, and it wasn’t God who grabbed the little Jewish boy and fled with him to safety. It was people. Good people and evil people.
We need to find the courage to figure out the difference. Because I don’t know about you, but there seems to be a boat load of confusion on this point. Refusing to call things by their right name is an insidious kind of evil in itself. These miserable excuses for human beings were Muslim terrorists. They killed in the name of their twisted religion. They were funded by people living in western countries, who had enough extra cash to pay for their murderous rampage. Don’t fool yourself, and don’t let others cow you into not calling things what they are.
Anyway, I’m going to do something. It is going to take a little time to put it together, but I’m going to start today. I have no more confidence in government or men in power. They have all been found wanting in my eyes.
I’m going over their heads.
I cannot fight this battle that has so many sides to it. The shotgun approach is just not working for me. I need arrows. Straight and true arrows. God grant me a quiver full of them.