"Keep clear of the dupes that talk democracy,
And the dogs that bark revolution.
Drunk with talk, liars and believers.
I believe in my tusks. Long live freedom and damn the ideologies!"
(Robinson Jeffers)
Friday, April 26, 2019
Please Read This
It might be the most important thing you’ll ever read:
When I was a boy those bible thumpers would come around and tell us we were on a road to hell and perdition... and just laugh. I am not laughing anymore. Once a dedicated atheist - I was shocked to my core to see my Maker right in plain sight. I had been conditioned not to see Him. There is another renaissance coming. Have faith.
This confirms my recent thinking, and makes it even more important to spread the Word to other Americans. We will not regain this country if we don't focus on the most essential component.
I was an atheist from about 18 to... early 40's. And like you I got ripsh*t about the bible thumpers. Early in my atheism I'd actually attempt to engage them and was highly amused when I knew both Old and New Testaments better than they did.
As I aged (and mellowed) I'd simply say NO THANK YOU.
About a week ago we had a couple - Jehovah's Witnesses? - knock on our door. They started in about Jesus, and I pointed to the mezuzah on our door and said "Thank you, but we're spoken for." They smiled and left.
But like you I see His hand in everything these days.
Life goes on. The loss of a spouse due to divorce/separation can be as devastating as the death of a loved one. I believe the death of a relationship we cherish is no different than when the loss is physical. In some ways it might be worse, for the object of affection/love is still present but out of reach.
I have no idea if that is the issue here, but I wanted to let you know there are a lot of folks who do care about you, and to whom you can talk if you ever feel the need to do so. Although I admit I find it hard to believe you don't have a plethora of good friends already available at your beck and call.
Reg Thibodeau Port Jefferson (ELVHS) graduate, 1967 SUNY Oneonta (SUCO back then) 1968 (near the mythical metropolis of Onteora)
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Heal up and G-d bless, Francis!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a boy those bible thumpers would come around and tell us we were on a road to hell and perdition... and just laugh. I am not laughing anymore. Once a dedicated atheist - I was shocked to my core to see my Maker right in plain sight. I had been conditioned not to see Him. There is another renaissance coming. Have faith.
ReplyDeleteHope you get the fires put out soon Francis.
This confirms my recent thinking, and makes it even more important to spread the Word to other Americans. We will not regain this country if we don't focus on the most essential component.
ReplyDelete@Glen:
ReplyDeleteI was an atheist from about 18 to... early 40's. And like you I got ripsh*t about the bible thumpers. Early in my atheism I'd actually attempt to engage them and was highly amused when I knew both Old and New Testaments better than they did.
As I aged (and mellowed) I'd simply say NO THANK YOU.
About a week ago we had a couple - Jehovah's Witnesses? - knock on our door. They started in about Jesus, and I pointed to the mezuzah on our door and said "Thank you, but we're spoken for." They smiled and left.
But like you I see His hand in everything these days.
Fran,
ReplyDeleteLife goes on. The loss of a spouse due to divorce/separation can be as devastating as the death of a loved one. I believe the death of a relationship we cherish is no different than when the loss is physical. In some ways it might be worse, for the object of affection/love is still present but out of reach.
I have no idea if that is the issue here, but I wanted to let you know there are a lot of folks who do care about you, and to whom you can talk if you ever feel the need to do so. Although I admit I find it hard to believe you don't have a plethora of good friends already available at your beck and call.
Reg Thibodeau
Port Jefferson (ELVHS) graduate, 1967
SUNY Oneonta (SUCO back then) 1968 (near the mythical metropolis of Onteora)