Weight On My Shoulders

2 Cor. 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about heaven. I don’t know, it’s a quirk of mine. I’m hard pressed to see the Light in this world so sometimes I think of what heaven must be like without all the evil running around. It must be, takes a deep breath, heaven.

I had always made a false assumption that just believing in Jesus, accepting Him as my Savior and asking for forgiveness (over and over mind you) would assure me of at least one rung on the ladder to the so-called Pearly Gates, right? Wrong.

You see, I don’t think I’ve ‘got it right’ with God and on a daily basis I strive to get it right but sometimes I think I’m an epic fail. I walk with ‘blind faith’, I think that is the term, because I walk on faith alone not needing the proof so many Christians seek.

Blind faith is something people believe without any evidence to support it, but my faith has been sustained BY evidence of what I’ve seen and beheld, so blind faith is the wrong term for me. So what next, the weight of the Bible.

Have you ever risen on any given day and your first thought is of food? Coffee? Anything BUT the Bible? Hmm. Here’s a concept; maybe we have an overweight society because food is all we think about. Sure many Christian’s will say, “Hey, I read the Bible!”

 Offended are they? Why? Because they think of food MORE than they think of the Bible? Can you imagine how different your life would be if every time you thought of food, you replaced it with reading a scripture verse? Can you imagine a world, that if when feeling a pang of anger/hate/disgust/bitterness you reached for a bible verse before spitting out the words of anger? I bet more and more people would be FILLED and not think of food/anger/hate/disgust.

We are a society that lives to please ourselves first and foremost. We are a hunger craved society who feels we can only be filled if we place ‘things’ in our life to fill us so that we can feel a somewhat peace, but really, seriously think if this gives you peace.

My son is always telling me I need to eat more, ‘You eat like a bird.’ Did you ever think that maybe because I am filled? Maybe because my stomach is content? My thoughts are not of food until my stomach cries out in weird gurgling noises screaming for me to nourish myself with food and water that sustain this life and its mere existence.

I’m a strange little creature. Food, coffee and cakes do not define me. God does and with that I have never in my life struggled with being overweight (or underweight for that matter). Maybe it’s my metabolism but I have always placed God first and allowed Him to be my nourishment and life sustaining food. Yup, strange little creature.

As I search for the rungs of the ladder that will eventually lead me to heaven, I need to be sure I’m getting it all right with God before that fateful day. The weight of the Bible is the most heaviest thing that you can carry and I don’t feel that I or the strongest man alive is up to the challenge. As humans, we’re destined to fail but it is by the faith and that heavy bible that the rungs of the ladder seem a possibility.

Which book of the bible, if any, have you allowed to define you? What are YOU doing to carry the weight of the Holy Book? Are you working to get it right with God?
 
May God Bless each and every one of you!

The Stalker

A stalker is someone who pursues game, prey, or a person stealthily.

So why am I doing a stalker posts?

Because I catch some people obsessively watching me on facebook (or other sites around the web), never showing their face, but you know they’re there hanging off of every word you say. I’m not an obsessive person (unless it’s cleaning the house) or a stalker but I do lurk and see who is watching and who is obsessing, and WHO is learning from me.

Twitter abounds with people ‘following’ you, and Facebook calls it ‘friend request’, while I like to call it a stalkers milieu. This is where you LOL. Don’t you find it odd that people friend request you, then watch everything you do? It’s a voyeurs dream; a hidden place to safely stalk people from a distance, far enough that they can’t see you, but close enough to give off a creeper vibe? And I even noticed a new thing on FB, a button that says ‘follow’! My goodness, talk about paranoia! These places are a breeding ground for it.

I have two places I hang at on Facebook, one for family and one for my writing friends. It’s odd but I feel safer among my writing friends who come from around the globe: Malaysia, Argentina, Italy, UK, to Florida and many more of the other 50 states. Whereas on my family page, where I have local friends to family dispersed throughout the US. I feel creeped out on my family page! I see family posting on other people’s walls. I see them LIKING what other people post, but me? They act as if I have the plague and avoid me at all cost. Sometimes I just want to run and get away. I do…to my other safer page.

They’re quietly lurking but never comment. They’re watching but never letting me know they’re there. It’s like living in the Norman Bates Psycho house at the top of the hill, just waiting for the people from the Bates Motel down below to arrive at your doorstep. And creepier is when someone uses things I say/post on facebook as a sword to fight with and use against me! Get a life! I’m not there for you creeper!

And when did facebook become a political venue? I think by posting all that crap, like Obama being the antichrist, gun control, PETA attacks, etc. is really undermining my own intelligence in being able to actually read the news myself! I read the news, I’m intelligent enough to know GOSSIP and unworthy hate-filled postings to know NOT to repost, NOT to click like and NOT to be suckered into believing everything I read! I thought FB was a place to socialize, share fun, uplifting and inspiring posts? It is losing it’s fun real quick!

And like my blog here. I know family and friends are visiting, but they would never be seen commenting, not on MY blog. Wow, what a support system! I do understand that not all have a google account and can’t figure out how to comment anonymously, but the ones that can, won’t comment. Nope, only dear friends who support my writing dream; those who understand what it means to support you as you strive for a goal.

Hey, I would even take a comment of “good post” if they haven’t a clue to what I’m trying to teach or say! And any time I’ve opened the comments, I’m hit with spammers, commenting but not without and ad/spam under the comment! But I’ve decided since diving back into writing, that Facebook, Twitter and my blog is not about comments or conforming to others ways, it’s about stalking and lurking. Me? I’ll just WRITE!

My rant for the day, thank you.