a Rant of Good Versus Bad, Believers and Non Believers

Wrote this rant quite some time ago. Guessing a year, maybe more? Anyhoo it was simply a train of thought that I was following on a keyboard as well as my head. I'm going to publish it as another testament to my loving and innocent personality.

My funny brain is all over the place this morning so I figured I'd see how fast I can type hehe:

So lately I've been thinking about my faith. I consider myself a christian as in I believe and accept that Jesus is my lord and saviour. I whole-heartedly believe that he died on the cross (he suffered in the most unimaginable ways) to pay to serve as punishment for all of the sinners on earth. A lot of us believe He died only for the ones that believe in Him. I, personally, believe that we have a wonderful loving and forgiving God. I believe that He alone has the final judgement on where we go when we are done with this life on earth. Jesus teaches all about love, life, loss and too many things really to name. In a nutshell (hard to do I know) he teaches right from wrong. I think that is sorta born within all of us. Its up to us to take it in or not. Thats where I think its important to seek Jesus because he teaches so well and he teaches the truth. There;s other religions that I've read and listened to and quite honestly they all teach right from wrong (however some are lost in translation I think thats whats happening with religious wars).

I'm losing my thoughts. I wanted to mention God's forgiveness and where the grey areas are. The brain is part of our physical body and small children, naive and mentally disabled people aren't really capable of accepting Jesus. I can't believe for a second that their souls are cast into the fiery pits of Hell for all of eternity. My best friend told me once that my big brother that died when I was 13 went to Hell. I lost my breathe when she said that, literally felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I doubted my beliefs for no more than a moment. I know for sure that my big brother's spirit is waiting for me in Heaven. Not a doubt in my mind and never will be.

The Bible describes a lot of things, some more specific than others. I know that the Bible was written from stories passed down and translated from an ancient and practically unknown language. Ages ago when people were killing in the name of God was when we put that book in ink. We solidified those words, the things that the Amish take very literally. In our modern religions we seem to take what we think we can accomplish in life (like how far we're willing to go to worship God like not use cars or electric) and pick the religion that fits that. We listen to our parents, we take in the thoughts and beliefs of our neighbours and make our own.

I read a Bible that refered to Sodom and Gomorra as cities full of "wicked men", there was no detail of homosexuality in the verses I read. However picking up a different Bible I read they were "men having sex with men". What did God want that to say? I know too many homosexuals to think they could ever be cast into Hell. Some probably have no idea they already living there life by Jesus anyway: they're already good people. They hold open doors, they say thank you just like everyone else, geesh, they are everybody else. I don't consider them different. How about entire nations like North Korea that have no idea Jesus is there for them? They say thank you and I bet they look at lying, stealing and cheating as bad, right? We have a wonderful loving and forgiving God. I also can't help but believe that He's got one heck of a sense of humour.

I've got nothing to add.

I'm a damn good writer; who cares if there's millions of bloggers....only one me

Yeah, the title! Read that! Take it to the bank, put it your pipe and smoke it....put it on your plate and eat it....you're cup and drink it.....

That's an inside joke with my husband and if I let you in on this, it'll let you in on my personality:

We had only been going out for a few weeks but we're committed. I wanted to make a point about something but failed to come up with the right saying. "Put that in your pipe and smoke it" was what I was going for but what came out was "Put that on your plate and eat it....".

I knew it wasn't right and I got no response, not even a smile so....

(quick, Becky, think!)

"Put it in your cup and drink it?" I apprehensively corrected. Then I giggled.

Mike let out the breath he'd been holding and laughed along with me.

It was safe. He knew I was extremely sensitive but I also have a quick wit, to which he was still learning the ropes. I think he told me once that at that moment he fell in love. He's since told me other cute quirks were also moments of tripping over love. Yeah yeah I'm the luckiest girl in the world....today.....

Yeah, got the old depression illness that I fight every single day. Today I'm happy....right this moment anyway. Take it step at a time, eh? Trying to find out some things about myself so bare with
me.

I'll try to share some of my life lessons to save you the hassle of figuring them out.