As much as you believe you are separate from God, from others, from the natural world and from creation itself, you are in hell. The more you believe this, the more hellish it becomes–it is that simple. Many people, here and now, are living in, through and out of that illusion.
If God ‘knew’ Jeremiah before he was ever conceived, than She knew me and She knew you—She knew ALL of us and everything. Any judgement other than Love, or gets in the way of this sanctifying process of remembrance, is a lie.
This lack of openness and blatant disregard for caring and compassionate conversation with regards to solving complex problems is the real issue. This is what keeps me up at night worrying about my grandchildren’s future.
Returning to University at the age of 36 as a “non-traditional” student to finish my degree, being a teacher for 17 years, and volunteering at a local food pantry are three life events that had the greatest influence on shedding my illusory beliefs of separation and alienation.
If a person is pro-life concerning the issue of abortion and stands with the traditional definition of marriage—including being against gay marriage, does that necessarily make them a morally ethical person?
Frankly I am writing this letter because I am completely worn out by and disgusted with your rambling, hatred-filled rhetoric. The United States has many serious and complicated issues and your way of dealing with them has been and is to use labels and words to polarize its citizens and dehumanize those who do not fit your white male patriarchy privileged viewpoint.
Not wearing a face mask may have less to do with first amendment rights and/or the “virus is a hoax” and more to do with the desire to hide the content of their heart and soul.
… I do not expect you to agree with me on politics or anything else for that matter, but I do hope you will love me as I love you. Disagreeing with one another and blatantly ending any conversation gets us nowhere. But disagreeing within the framework of love, mercy, and compassion . . . this is where real listening, sharing, problem-solving, and consensus can occur …
I told my father that I did not feel like I was doing enough for him, or that I was doing enough for God. He responded in kind; even now I find myself shaking my head in thorough disbelief at his remark.
The United States of America and its capitol, Washington, DC, are full of memorials—placards, statues, buildings, walls, paintings, museums full of historical artifacts, icons and images—of a seeming contradictory and enigmatic history full of paradox. Some events to be celebrated and others to be forgotten—but which is which?