There is just so much WRONG going on in the world right now. The tragedy of trigger happy cops, killing more black men, is a scourge on our collective humanity.
The NRA says that Guns don’t Kill People, People kill People.
So on that front, nothing is going to change.
Then we have a disgruntled black man, with combat intelligence, and knows how to kill people, sets out to kill white officers, because white officers, don’t know how to act accordingly, when it comes to others. (read: Black Men)
I’ve been having an ongoing conversation with a man I met a couple of weeks ago. That conversation has been about GOD. With all of this killing and tragedy going on in the world, it is too easy to be angry, maddened, and resentful at God, for allowing all this to be going on, without stepping in and doing something about it.
I don’t believe that God has anything to do with men killing men, women and children. I believe when man decides he is going to create havoc and kill another, the notion of God, or the belief in God, is forgotten.
And for those who kill because their holy scripture calls for killing, or that certain killing is God divined, this is entirely misguided and bastardized faith.
Where is God, in all of this suffering ? I don’t have an answer for that.
Every Life Matters. Every Single Human Life Matters.
No matter your skin color, your religion, your race, or your creed.
It seems that somewhere along the line, man has forgotten about the sanctity of human life. Every life is sacred, and before a man ponders whether or not to kill another man, he really needs to STOP and THINK, before he pulls that trigger.
OBVIOUSLY, Men are not thinking.
I think that collectively, we all need to take a step back from tragedy, killing, rioting, and marching in the streets calling for vengeance in retribution for wrongs committed, and we need to be reminded why we are here and what we are supposed to be doing for each other and our fellow man, woman, and child.
Everybody just needs to take a few moments to just BREATHE ….
That is all I want to say about these things. Because nothing I have to say is going to make any difference, because I am here, and the world is out there. I can pledge solidarity all I want, but I know that what is going on is Not In My Back Yard … NIMBY.
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I spent a fair amount of money on books last week, because Canada Post in still in negotiations, fearing either a blanket LOCK OUT of employees, or a total strike and work stoppage, which is going to fuck up mail delivery for the next little while, until they sort themselves out.
Instead of relying on the Mail, coming or not, I shopped locally,hoping to find, here at home what I wanted online.
I’ve got three new books for you to consider:
The Way to the Spring, Life and Death in Palestine, Ben Ehrenriech
When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi
Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi
All three books come recommended by the Indigo staff and web bots.
I’ve chosen to begin in Palestine. The subject of Israel, and Palestine, is fraught with complications, and a subject I never write about because of my lack of knowledge of the complexities that exist in a land, that is claimed by several “peoples” and has been a source of struggle for centuries.
I would rather spend my time reading and studying, then putting words out there, that aren’t backed by study and understanding.
So that is a thing …
I completed my read of “The Spirituality of Imperfection” by Ernest Kuntz. This little book has changed my life, and the life of my best friend, who read it before me, who embodies much of what this book teaches us.
Tonight, taking from Ernest’s book, we read a bit of Bill’s Story from the Big Book, and talked about God, as in “Why don’t you choose your own conception?” or God, “As we understood Him.”
We had a lively discussion, and everyone participated.
I’ve just been very grateful for one certain man in my life right now. The man, I know today, was the embodiment of all that is good in the world, and for me, became God incarnate in my life, and kept me alive, amid years of sickness and death.
If you want proof that there is a God, I am here, twenty two years later, I am still alive.
Over the past few days, I’ve had conversations about the world “out there” and the world, that people in recovery inhabit. And how, we as recovering people, work to navigate the “world out there” while working daily, in “the world we inhabit” in recovery.
The world “Out there” is constantly stuck in the grind of produce, produce, produce, and push, push, push. Gotta get MORE, MORE, MORE, as fast as we can, or else we might miss the opportunity to ATTAIN.
The Kill or be Killed and the Eat or be Eaten mentality.
We, on the other hand, work to maintain a spiritual connection to that which gives us life and sobriety, knowing that we get what we need on a need to have basis, on God’s time and not our own.
But hopes and dreams are good and necessary, because they keep us focused on certain goals, and in the “world out there” people need to get there as quick as possible, by any means necessary, even backstabbing their fellows, just to get the quick buck.
Life has taught me one thing about that …
I can hope and dream all I want. But it is the WORK to get there, that is the challenge. Knowing that whatever is going to come, is going to come when WE are prepared to receive it, and when the time is RIGHT.
God knows what we need, before we even speak it. And in my life, I know that, before I even want something particular, I need to do the WORK to get there.
Nothing in my life came on my time table. However, some things did come, but they did not come without specific challenges. Nothing comes that easily. Ever.
All these spiritual axioms did not come, until they came. When the time was right for me to be able to study and begin to apply these axioms in my life. The Spirituality of Imperfection came to me, from Rafa, at the right moment in my life, and it has shaped who I really want to be. That will take time and work on my part.
Life is a One Day at a Time proposal.
Teaching my guys to live on that principle is going to take work on all of our parts.
Remember that being good to one another is our jobs in this life.
A kind word or a kind gesture will make someone’s day.
There is too much death and destruction going on right now. And we need to work, every day, to pump as much good into the world as we can, as we are able.