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Monday, April 22, 2019

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU PREACH

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU PREACH

It has become necessary for me to speak to evangelicals. You used religion to plant a seed in the mind of a child that took from that child one of the most important things in his pursuit of happiness. You brainwashed a child with a fear mongering doctrine of burning in hell by participating in any same-sex relationship. You mortified a child who had a different sexual orientation, and made him believe that it was a sin to love a same-sex partner. You cheated this child from love, and that was the biggest cheat of all! Shame on you!

I have regrets that I missed out on a gentle, loving, touch, when I needed it the most. I am sad that I missed participating in a same-sex relationship, but the evangelical belief of burning in hell was realistic to this child. It is a humane disgrace for any individual to face discrimination for an orientation that originated at conception. I curse the day that you brainwashed me, but I was just a child and did not know better then.

Unlike many others, I have been given the opportunity to live in a country where the judgment of character is not based on sexual orientation. I have seen straight people accept gay people without conflict, and I have witnessed the end result of happiness. But with age, I am not given the opportunity to relive the past, and I can only dream of what true love must have been. You may have cheated me, but I will not remain silent while you cheat others.

I have no guilt in speaking condemnation to the members of the evangelical religious organization. I have witnessed American Christianity become a ticket to hate and a ticket to discriminate. I have seen American Christians support vile acts of evil, and go so far as to attempt to redefine evil as acts of righteousness. I have seen Christians support a regime that has participated in every form of evil known to mankind. I have seen prejudice turned into an acceptable Christian characteristic, and bigotry displayed by Christians in the public arena. I have heard preachers declare death to all LGBTQ individuals and heard the voices of consent come from the Amen Corner. My heart continues to say; all this is wrong!

I am mortified by the lack of compassion I see portrayed in the lives of many Christians in regards to Latino mothers, who are desperate to secure a better life for their children. I am appalled by the traits of White Supremacists and members of the KKK that have been adopted into the Christian Church. I am stunned by the path taken by evangelicals to cherry pick the BIBLE to satisfy their own physical lusts.

I fear that many who call themselves Christians have been misguided by false prophets. Far from same-sex relationships, the flames of hell are being rekindled by the hypocrisy that has invaded the Christian Church. I am tired of hearing Christians lie to protect other liars. I am tired of seeing cold-hearted acts performed by political leaders that bring harm to others, and then seek Christian endorsement. I am not Jesus on the cross, and I find it difficult to ask God to forgive those who do not know what they are doing!

Nevertheless, I feel great sorrow for the men and women who have wasted a lifetime hating and passed it on to their children and grandchildren. You are the shame of this great nation! I pray that the film of evil that has shaded your perception will be lifted from your eyes, and you will one day, walk from the alley of darkness into the light of day.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you have a problem with who I am, then your quarrel is not with me, but with my creator,” famous words spoken by Mayor Pete Buttigieg ----(candidate for President of the USA)

LOVE IS GENTLE LOVE; LOVE IS SWEET; LOVE MAKES ANY LIFE COMPLETE!

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AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS

I have written a book that tells the story of a famous, country preacher during the years of my growing up experiences in Louisiana. The church was the center of social activities, and this particular young boy spent many hours attending church services. In this book I not only relate some of the popular sermons preached by Brother Myers, but I also give examples of some things that happened in the church that were comical. For example, there was one night, during a serious sermon, that a big, bug got entangled in the hair of one of the sisters. To a nine year old boy comical reactions followed. That same bug began to dip down into the hair of other ladies in the congregation. Many interpreted their reactions as spirit-filled moments, but others saw the bug and knew the real story.

I also tell the story of the yellow jacket that got caught up under the skirt of Miss Nellie on one particular Sunday morning church service. Once again many thought that Miss Nellie’s actions were spirit-filled, but others knew that a yellow jacket was of the stinging type. The most exciting story that I describe is when Sister Simmons shouted during the annual church revival. Regular church members had learned to dodge the bobby pins that flew like bullets through the church when she performed her famous “head jerk,” procedure.

At the end the book I retell the story of White Sunday. It is an emotional story about an African Americn lady who wanted nothing more than her children to learn about Jesus Christ. So she asked permission for her family to attend a white church and sit on the back row. The act of having to ask permission and being forced to sit on the bank row disturbs me even until this day. This reminds me of present day evangelical Christianity, when a gay man is refused membership to a white church. Or when church members refuse to sit by same-sex couples in church, or when a sign is posted on the church door that says, same-sex couples not welcome.

From the beginning of evangelical Christianity in America, very little real Christianity has been portrayed. It is hard to imagine Jesus denying anyone the privilege of listening to his sermons. I speak with disgust, because it still gets under my skin that as a child I was brainwashed to take part in such unchristian edicts.

Moving from my soap box, I hope that many of you will read and be blessed by the book entitled, AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS. The book can be ordered from Amazon.com and is part of my religious series.

GOOD MORNING CLASS

The vast majority of the world’s population has spent time in a classroom. Some of that time was interesting but most of the time was boring, some of the time was informative but most was a waste of time. The book GOOD MORNING CLASS is interesting, informative, and at times, emotional. Teachers, parents, and students, can benefit from the information contained within this book.

Most adults have an interest in what goes on inside the classroom. Parents have special concerns that their children are being taught by qualified professional teachers. This book proves what can be accomplished when a professional steps inside a classroom. Professionalism is required for a teacher to create an interesting environment for learning in a classroom filled with thirty or more diverse students. A professional is also required in maintaining order and establishing an informative environment conducive for learning.

Substitute teachers have a more difficult task engaging students in something other than what students call “busy work.” GOOD MORNING CLASS is a story of one day in the life of a substitute teacher who was determined to employ students in some kind of constructive learning other than busy work. In so doing he faced rudeness, criticism, and slander, which he handled in a professional manner. In the end, he gained respect from most of the students and managed to maintain a learning environment.

IT'S NOT ME

IT’S NOT ME

Mirror, mirror, answer me,
who is this strange face that I see?
Could it be someone I don’t know,
a different person in a different show?

For Father Time has not stopped,
the hands have moved around the clock,
And now I look and can barely see
the strange face that stares back at me.

But when I look deep into those eyes,
I see the roads and remember the miles.
I see the paths that I have crossed,
and remember the friends who paid the cost.

I read the signs along the way
and heard the many voices say,
so fast the time, so fast the years,
over distance meadows, and rolling hills.

Sunsets, sunrises, I have seen,
many happy times were meant for me.
But death did knock on my front door,
and say to me, “Time is no more.”

The creepy crawlers in the night,
came and tried to take my life.
But I awoke and cried out loud,
“This white sheet is not my shroud!”

There are too many places I’ve never been
and too many faces I’ve never seen.
Great bodies of water I have crossed,
and in a land of needy there were coins to toss.

I’ve talked with the living and held hands with the
dead,
And listened to the spirits play games in my head.
I’ve spoken in languages I did not understand,
and made peace with myself, in a far away land.

I’ve seen people with hands out needing coins to eat,
and watched hunger devour that wasn’t so neat.
I’ve seen people made happy with so little it seemed,
and I’ve learned great lessons about material things.

So if Father Time should say to me,
a little more time I give to thee.
I will use that time preciously.

But if I’m walking my last mile,
I will walk proud and I’ll wear a smile.
“If it’s minutes, if it is hours, if it is days…
I don’t know.”
But one thing’s for certain I’ve enjoyed the show.

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