After saying sorry to all the people I told Jesus is the son of God…,
For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like those condemned to die in the arena. We have been made a spectacle to the whole universe, to angels as well as to human beings.
1 Cor 4:9 is the best justification that only Bible has that self criticizing and conscious pressing sense of chronology. How much Paul grinds though his own beliefs tells us about faith, doubt, rises and falls all contained in the book of faith. Amazingly, Bible preserved such doubtful writings instead of casting them out for the fear of what it might do to the believers, the very much human readers, for humans are very vulnerable to doubt. These rises and falls tell us that Bible is very human story, and divine are just the chapters like Genesis.
Criticize Bible as much as you can, and do it with fervor. Think honestly of Jesus as a man of God instead of Son of God cause it makes it very human.
I understand Paul, in beneathness is freedom from people’s regard because we don’t pay much attention to those esteemed low in the society, left behind by the time or those fallen from honor.
Newton and Einstein both loved the light. Not the light of God but the one that’s everywhere powering the very cores of our our eyes and let us see the world as it is. The light that connects across all the religions, the light of the sun, and the moon as its reflection. It wasn’t until the light of science that we could truly ignite the night through light bulbs. But we kept the candles, so when power goes out, we can keep our homes painted in mustard.
To all the faith-followers, please preach science once when you preach faith twice. In it is good, given to humans, without cast, creed or label. People of science let the parents tell the children that stars fireflies stuck in the sky, or the people gone by… all the time.
I want to live in a world where a Chicken can cross the road without anybody questioning its motives. Where’s the fun in that? To get mustard for the hot dogs. Why scientists got a beef to pick with art when Dilai llama is preaching science?
Yeah, the breaking news is that I am not him, or even an apostle. I am very human, down to the tip of my toes. You know, numbers are solo until full pack is ten. Yoke of Jesus begins after nine, which is kinda mine, no shine, no wine, got no other line, but it is fine, because Yoking is not to break but to combine, faith is tangent art is cosine.
I know it’s not easy being a cop. It is not easy being black. It is not easy not being the stereotype. It is not easy to cast out all that humanity has faced times and again, all these challenges. I know, sometimes, it is not easy to decide between saying something or remaining quiet.
I’d too wish I had a father like God, but truth is I have always wished for a guide like God. By the way, no one wants to be a curse, that’s one too many Minnesota again. Don’t make black color an abomination man, otherwise we will never be able to lift poverty from Africa. Dear cops, think of the black cops. It’s been too long, and they have always waited for the light. Forget the government, when you’ll try as cops, together, you need no government to tell you what to do. Maintain peace but spread the word. Just spread awareness about it okay. We all try to take one worry less from the world. Entire police department as one can pull off so Think about it okay?