Should I Stay or Should I go?

Warning:  I’m venting…

If not for me but for anyone else who’s given this much thought I’ve put mine down and in doing so may rattle a few cages here, but this experience got my thought “muscles” working overtime.

I was asked the following question on Quora yesterday and what follows in blue was my response.

Question:

“I’m a Muslim man who came to America for a better life. I like the food and women in bikinis. However, I don’t like Christians because of their beliefs about Jesus. How can I avoid Christians in America?”

Response:

“This is interesting. You like what America has to offer, but you don’t like Christians. Put the shoe on the other foot for a moment. What if I went to the country you came from and said the same thing? I like this… but I don’t like Muslims. This actually happened to a friend of mine. She resolved it by returning home to America.

It was not the Muslim religion itself she did not like but it’s tradition of women being subservient and having to walk behind her husband rather than alongside him. And, there was more, all having to do with their beliefs and customs.

Even though America was primarily Christian when it was founded, it has evolved to embrace people of all faiths. If I went to your country, I would want to get to know the people better regardless of whether or not I agreed with their worship or them calling their deity by a different name than the one I believe in.

To Christians, God, Jehovah, Yaweh, is the equivalent of the Muslim Allah, Jesus as to Muhammad. I have not read the Quran though I do possess one. My father, however did read and study it. He told me, “Something most people do not know is, if you were to read both the Christian Bible and the Quran, you would find many equivalents.” Their prophecies, though not exactly the same, bare many similarities to those in the Christian Bible. As I understood what he told me is, it tells the same story using different names. Any Christian reading this might find his simple assessment disagreeable.

Aside from that, take a look at the figures. The thing is, 74% of America is made up of those who believe in Jesus, and that does not include those of the Jewish faith, which is the root of Christianity. That’s a lot of people to stay away from. 20% believe in no god. The remaining 4% are Islamic or of non Christian faiths.

The best way to overcome prejudice is to get to know it’s people and beliefs. Look beyond the superficial and find a common ground. If that doesn’t work, then I would politely suggest you do as my friend did and go home.
I hope this answers your question.”

I really tried to be polite because whether the question was contrived to get a rise out of me or not, I treated it with sincerity.  I also didn’t include the caveat that just because someone says they’re Christian, that they really are.  Sigh

Today is Cinco de Mayo and because we have a huge Hispanic population in California, it wasn’t unusual to see trucks with huge Mexican flags waving behind them which made me wonder.  Prior to the USA annexing California as it’s own, California and Texas were once part of Mexico.  The thing is, we aren’t anymore, so why do we share in that celebration, besides it being an excuse to party?  I mean, even in Colorado and Alabama, where I’ve lived, there was some form of observance.  No day off of course, but there would be Cinco themed partying in the streets and restaurants.

If you were a wee bit offended by the question above, it’s understandable.  It’s not that unusual for people who flock to our country’s doors for all the bennie’s they can get to have allegiance to their own country of origin and none to ours. That’s a lot of takers.  However, most folks don’t want to live in a country where they can’t thrive or better themselves. In the case of this man who, himself said, he wanted “a better life”, implying he can’t get it in his country. To them we are a prostitute, to use and throw away, ie devalued.

Personally,  we are nothing more than used toilet paper to a good many of the folks that come over.  They deride us and demand more.  Yes, they may work, but their money is going “home”, with a meager amount used to sustain themselves with.  They use us, giving back nothing, then throw us away when we have nothing more to give.  The audacity of that man.  But, I remained kind and even if I had added all that came to me after I was done with my reply, I would have done so with graciousness.  It breaks my heart that this occurs.  Other countries wouldn’t tolerate it if we did that to them, but then we wouldn’t even get through the front or any door if we didn’t have something to offer them. It is also why our country is torn between should they stay or should they go.

I know there are those born and raised here that do the same thing, disrespect, gripe, complain and ask for more and that breaks my heart as well.  As citizens they can legitimately exert their first amendment right to decry what they see as unjust. After all, if they’re paying taxes and putting back into the system then … it doesn’t make it right, but they are free to do so.

For some reason this reminded me of the girl who lived across the street from us, when I was a kid, who called her mother a whore because she had split from her dad and was dating someone else.  At some time in the future, I, at 14 years of age, referred to her mother as “that whore” and holy hell was rained all over me for that.  That was when I learned that it’s human nature to mouth off about your kin when you’re upset, but by golly, no one else better do so.

I truly don’t mind helping folks but for pete’s sake, I would like to see a bit more gratitude and loyalty from those folks that take advantage of our bounty.

If America is that awful, then yeah, you know where the door is.

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Then, again, we must ask “What would Jesus do?”

There are two answers from the Bible that could defend two ways of thinking.

One, illustrates how he felt about the money changers as he ran them out of the temple for defiling (disrespecting) a holy place … Matt. 21:12, Mark 11:11

Then, the one, where he tells us to turn the other cheek… (forgiveness and generosity) Matt. 5:38-39, 5:41

Then again, there’s the warning about leaven (attitudes that corrupt)  Mark 8:15, Galatians 5:9

I think because we, as Christians tend to be compassionate and giving, we find ourselves perplexed or torn as to what course is the right one to take, not only for us but in dealing with others.

If the man who asked the above question fears or dislikes Christians, could it be he is actually afraid he may begin to like us or become one of us?  We can be a like-able bunch.

Hmmmm

 

 

Pearls Before Swine

Have you ever had your tongue stilled?

Your heart and mind is saying what you know you need to say but your mouth is sealed?

When it comes to a Christians ministry, not every moment is the right moment.

I have found that God always knows when the time is right and gives you the words when you need them.

A friend I know claims to be atheist, but even so I can drop a pearl here and there before her, hopefully to give evidence that God does exist.  I do it rarely now because God lets me know.   If you don’t listen to when God says, “Go!”,  it can backfire and the walls go up. The time is obviously not right. So I wait.

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Am I wasting pearls before her?  I don’t think so.  For one, I don’t preach at her because what would be the point? That would be casting pearls before swine.

She’s obviously not ready for that.

I’m a different kind of Christian. I tend to be subtle.

Have you ever been around a person who, that’s all they talk about, as though just saying “Jesus this or Jesus that” makes them sound holy?  Sometimes they go on and on like a broken record and in some cases they talk about their own salvation and how righteous they are?  That’s not me.  I don’t see my salvation as guaranteed.  Oh, the price is paid, how a Christian lives their life is evidence of their acceptance of it’s value and I do appreciate that. But we’re living in tough times, how will I hold up?  I stumble and fall sometimes but that doesn’t nullify my salvation.  I believe the Bible talks of one unforgiveable sin and that is blasphemy of the holy spirit or blaspheming God. (you might be asking, is that what Peter did when he denied Christ?  No, but that’s another discussion. )

A scripture that comes to mind, (Matt 23:27) is one of many where Jesus is talking about their resemblance to white washed tombs, appearing clean on the outside but in reality full of dead men’s bones, speaking specifically to the Scribes and Pharisees (the religious leaders of his day) condemning them for their superficial piety, but could apply to anyone that says “look here, I’m not like this person or that one”.

These leaders were sanctioned by God but had “proven false to their power”.  (2 Tim3:1-5)

Years ago I was engaged in a ministry to reach people in remote areas to teach them the word of God. I’m not saying that to sound noble, but at the time I may have thought so. Many of the people we spoke to were Native American still steeped in much of their customs and in my mind at the time needing salvation. What I found was that like all indigenous peoples they had/have a deity, a god or in some countries several gods as most natives in all countries do. Where am I going with this?  It goes back to something I remembered learning as a child and that reinforced something I’d never considered those many many years before.

It is evidence.

In the early 60’s when still a child, National Geographic did an article on the discovery of the Tasaday Indians in the Phillipines in the forests of Mindanao.  What I found fascinating is that in this remote area and without a Bible they believed in God and better yet, these people had in their lore the story of the great flood!  In my young mind, all I could think of is what better evidence to support the Bible could there be than that?

Even the Koran has a similar story line. It’s like the story was changed to fit their culture, but it’s what brings a commonality to us all.  I know there will be some Christians and non who will be offended by that, but it is not intended to do so.

I remembered marveling at the pictures of this tribe who proved to me that God does exist.  Do you remember when God became real to you?   It cemented in my mind that God is real and His Word true. How else did they come to know these things? How else is there that common thread?

Since then, I’ve read other articles, but no one has called attention to that tidbit of information since.  It has long since been swept under the rug and forgotten, but I didn’t forget reading it.  It rooted my faith.

I think at some point, everyone will have their “Come to Jesus” moment in a unique way.

I’ve heard some people, say they saw angels, heard God and any number of other miraculous moments, but it doesn’t have to be a flash of light or anything supernatural. When the time is right and your heart is open, God’s message will arrive and suddenly, you’ll know. And in some cases, you will discover that you knew all along.

It may not come through the Bible or your best friend or a relative who has been preaching to you and at you for however long. When the time is right God will light the flame and it will simply be.

 

I thank all of my followers and hope you enjoy this post, which as most of you know is totally different than most. We all stemmed from one source. It is not meant to offend anyone but hopefully to bridge the gaps of our differences so that perhaps in time bring about a union and peace among all.

 

More importantly, let’s stop the hate.

 

 

 

What is Christmas?

What is Christmas?

It is something to  consider when the focus off and on for some waivers between gift giving and receiving.

The most memorable Christmas I can recall and one I’ll never forget, was one I had with my sister not that long ago.

I know everywhere around the world, somewhere, there are people celebrating Christmas. What a joyous time of year it can be.

WHAT IS THE WHY?

With it having become so commercialized, we all struggle with having to remind ourselves of what it’s really about. It is a time to be reminded that over 2000 years ago we were given the best gift ever, the promise of a new King, our redeemer, Jesus Christ.

It wasn’t a baby Jesus that would bring about our redemption, but the grown up Jesus fulfilling a promise to His Father that would change our lives. But lest we forget, it had to start somewhere.  Though the exact date is unknown,  his humble birth came around the time we now refer to as Christmas.  He was our gift first with a promise.

Do we remember?

CHILDREN AND GIFTS –

I’ve read many posts that remind us that it isn’t the gifts that make Christmas. Is that what we are teaching our children?  How do they see Christmas?

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Is it a tree with lots of sparkly lights or the presents under it?

I remember one year I took three gifts for each of my grand daughters to my daughters house for Christmas.  It would be the one and only time we would celebrate with her in laws. As I came through the door, my grand daughters came running up to me and gave me an immense hug and said, “I love you grandma Jo!”  We placed our gifts under the tree to open later, for when the other grandparents arrived. They were late and of course, the girls were getting antsy waiting for them to show.

After some time, their father relented because well, it was Christmas morning!!

Excited, the girls opened our gifts first. The oldest got a Barbie, a coloring book and crayons. The younger one an age appropriate gift. My boys were still young at the time and I’m guessing they probably got Z-bots or Transformers, since that was the rage at the time. (There was 12 years difference between my girls and my two boys.)

They thanked us and gave us each a big, warm hug.

Just about then, the other grandma shows up and the girls rush over and say, “What did you get us?!”  Not hello, or Hi grandma, just “what did you get us?”. Grandma is followed in by Grandpa, who is loaded up with a boatload of gifts, making several trips and I’m not exagerating. The grandma says, “This is only part of them, the rest are at our house under the tree for when you come over later.

The girls then proceed to tear into their gifts excited at first, but after the first two Barbies and/or outfits, package after package is ripped open and the item thrown to one side as they moved on to the next one, barely looking at any of them. My boys just stared in shocked amazement.  Besides dresses and other girlie things, there was a total of 13 Barbies for each grand daughter. Yes, thirteen! They were barely six and three years old and as she said, that wasn’t all the gifts!

I was nauseous. How would my grand daughters ever learn to appreciate anything much less the reason for the holiday? That was the last Christmas we attended with the other grandparents. We would from then on take turns for either Christmas day or Christmas eve.

LESSON LEARNED –

My boys are now grown and so are the grand daughters.  My one son has a family now and last year we visited them in Texas.  It was February and I noticed several Christmas gifts still wrapped on the window ledge. I looked at him quizzically.

He said, “Mom, they got way too many gifts last year. I didn’t want them to do like the girls and not have a sense of gratitude.  We let them open a few gifts at Christmas and save the rest for later. It is their reward for extra good behavior (he smiles), it’ll be awhile.”  Smart man. Remember, this is February and there were still several unopened gifts, I can’t imagine how many they started out with. Thankfully, that Christmas many years ago had left it’s mark.

CHRISTMAS OR NOT CHRISTMAS –

Because it has become so popular and commercialized, there are people who don’t even believe in Christ that will celebrate  Christmas or some semblance of Christmas. Does it matter? To some Christians, it probably does.  For others, it only strengthens their resolve to stay focused on what it really means.

My mother in law, for example, claims to be an atheist and celebrates with lights (no tree) the winter solstice. I know she’s not alone in this, I’ve heard others make the same claim. She is quick to remind me that for her, it is the winter solstice.  I could make a big fuss and lose the relationship we have and never get a chance to “win her without a word” but I choose not to.  For now, it is what it is.  She’s a good person and a good mother in law and in time, who knows? I can only hope, by my example, that one day she will come to believe.

SOMETHING IN COMMON

One of the things I found interesting is that she and my sister who is a Christian, have a commonality when it comes to gift giving. They give from the heart.

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE HEART-

One of the best Christmases I ever had, was one I celebrated with my sister while living in Alabama. I’d moved there with my hubby to take care of my aging parents who were no longer married to each other and living in separate homes. Actually, mother was in a facility for a short time in Tennessee until I could bring her down after my step fathers demise. At times, it had gotten to be too much for me with mother’s Alzheimer’s and dad with cancer. I was going back and forth handling both their financial and medical needs, still working and going crazy doing it. Di and I were in contact regularly during this time and I guess I was sounding pretty wore out.  She says, “Jo, if you need me to come, I will.”

I didn’t want to put her out. She was single and her sole source of support. I couldn’t promise her a rose garden (or maybe it was, thorns and all) and it meant she’d be giving up her established job to help me.  Each time she asked, I hemmed and hawed until one day, I realized I wasn’t  “Supergirl” and said, “Yes, I need you.”

She packed up and quit her job, leaving sunny Florida for northern Alabama in what felt like one week!

She took the day time shift and I would do nights. Hers was more difficult. The estate would pay her some, according to what the courts would allow. It wasn’t much but she was okay with that.After paying the bills she brought with her, there wasn’t much left over plus she had no time to spend it anyway. Needless to say, that Christmas, money was tight.

I had bought her a scarf, a warm hat and gloves because Alabama can get cold.  Even though it’s “south”, it isn’t Florida.

I opened my gift in a decorated brown paper bag. In it was a couple of pencils, a handmade card and an orange.  I cried. It was the best gift ever!!!  It was so “Little House on the Prairie”ish (if you’ve read the books, you’d understand).  My heart overflowed and she was delighted.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

So what is Christmas?  I see it as a continued opportunity to share our love.  It’s a reminder of the greatest gift of all.

It is giving to others with the same unselfish love that was first shown us. The love God showed when he sent his son to us. The self sacrificing love Christ showed in giving up his life so that we might live.

Christmas is about giving of self, giving when we think we have nothing to give. Teaching our children that the best gifts are those that come from the heart.

LOVE COVERS ALL

Di’s coming to help saved my life. I had a mini stroke shortly after she arrived. It may have been a release from the stress I’d kept bottled up those three years trying to do it alone. Perhaps her being there allowed me to collapse, knowing she would take the reins until I was better.  Together, we got through it and when one of us was down, the other would lift her up and so it went until both parents passed. There is no greater love than the love that causes someone to pitch in when they have little more to give.

CALIFORNIA to FLORIDA

I’m in California and she is back in Florida now and it hasn’t been easy for her. At our age getting reestablished can be tough, but her kid’s and grand kid’s are there and that means the world to her. They shared her with me for awhile and even though I’d love to have her here, I know how much it means to have your kids close by. I miss my kids and grands and Christmases with them with all of us in four different states and none of us that close. At least she gets to see her kids regularly.

What can I say?  The love I have for my baby sister is abounding and I miss her. I love you sis and I thank God for giving you to me!!!

That’s us in costume. Di may be shy but it was she that talked me into belly dancing after mom died. Oh what fun we had.  We made and accessorized all our costumes with yard sale material and gems (of course). Later, I would follow and support her in her art.  Art was an outlet that came out of her stress. She began using pen and crayon to entertain mother. Her first few were on scraps of paper, but I was so impressed with her work that I framed some and the next thing you know we’re doing art shows.  We are a team.

I am including two links that I’d love for you to visit.

http://dbeattycrayonart.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2012-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2013-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&max-results=6

The above has her version of our story with mother. Keep in mind, our stories may vary slightly. She wrote hers closer to the actual event, whereas mine is by memory which is now six years past.

I highly recommend her  book “The Importance of Thomas”. It is a heart warming story about a small kitten that came into our lives on Christmas Day and his role during an unusually hard time for us. Now available through Amazon.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Importance-Thomas-Diana-Beatty/dp/1498450393

Thanks for following and a heartfelt and MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!