3 John 1:11 Beloved, follow not that which is evil, but that which is good. He that doeth good is of God: but he that doeth evil hath not seen God.
Not as I do.
Ever hear those words? My mother used to spew them at me and my siblings all the time. Did I ever listen? Hail no!
When I saw her doing things, I always followed suit and did them like a puppy learning new tricks, only in my teen years did I realize that she was right. I shouldn’t have done as she said or did! What she was doing may not have been right and I shouldn’t follow her ways and actions. So I went on my way, converting myself, living the way that I wanted and growing as a spiritual human being.
To this day she doesn’t understand the person I turned out to be because some of my siblings are still following in her footsteps twenty and thirty years later. They harness greed like my ancestors before them, they live for themselves, not concerning themselves with family and all that a family, or the term family, is meant to be. Yeah my family is screwed up a little too tight.
Mother and Dad raised six kids, me being the baby, and here I am today leading and setting examples of the way maybe, just maybe, life should be lived; in a humble, respectful, caring, giving, sharing, manner.
I’m a writer and as such I like to lead other writers into a world of fascination, imagery, and scribbling their hearts out. Would I ever tell them to ‘do as I say?’ I never ever want to come off as my way is the only way because certainly as time goes on, life is lived and we as a human species all change in our own way.
I am comfortable in my own skin knowing I am a leader and people follow. I like knowing that I might have changed one person in my lifetime and if I’ve changed more than one persons life, then kudos for me. Don’t throw me a party and shout hooray to me, just pay it forward and do the same for the other human beings living in a desolate society, dry of any compassion.
Sure the movie stars are sending millions of dollars to help in Haiti, as are other churches and missionaries sending help. We leap at the chance to help, only when tragedy is upon us. Do we leap to help when our brother or sister is in need? Not all of us do, we cower at the sheer thought of giving of ourselves, but in writing, that is just what we’re doing. We’re giving of ourselves one word at a time.
So yes...Do as I say...and feel free to DO AS I DO!