I never got to see my mother's father but have her words. I was two when my father's father died. He was a pastor and had a still. My dad's mother I got to know and loved her. My mom's mother was an Evangelist and I loved her. I got to see my mom's grandmother and my dad's grandmother and loved them both. My one grandmother by my dad's side was Hardshell Baptist from a Primitve Baptist and my Evangelist grandmother on my mom's side was a Holy Roller. Her words live on in my poetry.
When he was crucified the temple was split from bottom to top. The temple was the one that represented the one built by Solomon. The Holy of Holies was the one that welcomed God and the sacrifices were offered were offered to God by the Levites. Even Christ said, "My church is called the house of God but you have made it a den of thieves. He threw the money changers out when they were selling doves. He said know you not that you are the temple. The New Testament says to offer your bodies as living temples holy and acceptable to God and that was a reasonable sacrifice. The word "church" is not even mentioned until the New Testament. Many do not even see that Jesus was a Revolutionist and even a Terrorist to the Sanhedran Court. Until age 12 or the age of accountability to him he went to the Temple. He called them vipers. He said that they have a form of Godliness but deny the power therein. It would be impossible to lock God out of a church but Jesus is the chief cornerstone. The Temple didn't need to be locked in the days of Soloman because there was always someone there. Many churches today have hours of service so it seems reasonable that a lock would be there when there is not anyone there. Ichabod is the word when God is not in a church and Emmanuel is the word for when God is with us. The Bible says we are to live by Faith.
Yesterday made the one year and a half point since my Dottie passed away. I find love everywhere. Thanks to studying human dynamics and the belief that we are all basically the same love isn't a problem for me any more. I don't need another person to complete me. I love my dog. He is still with me. I will be glad to get the CNA training out of the way so my life can go back to normal. God, it feels great to be single.
Good point. I am sure after they have done pentance for being good they will be alllowed to go out and be with everyone else. I think Peter came to the same conclusion when he locked his wife in a pumpkin shell. I wonder which came first Peter with his pumpkin shell or chasity belts. Vandalism can be everywhere. One can be good for religious reasons or just be good for the hell of it. We had a song called, "They locked God behind the Iron Curtain". My cousin, Johnny Bea sings it. If you get a chance read the book called, "The Cross and the Switchblade" by David Wilkerson. I thought it was cool. This minister was smuggling Bibles into the USSR before the curtain was torn down. In the book this one convict was using the Bible to roll cigarettes because the paper was perfect for it. Another convict traded him some god rolling paper for the Bible. I thought idea was a novel one, pun included, lol.
The Salvation Army is a great organization. There are many good ones out there. Giving blood has been called giving the gift of life. Being an organ donor is good, too. My dad donated his body for science. Through organ donation parts of you will live on after you are gone. The library takes books and it helps others. I think time is the most precious gift one can give, sometimes. I saw this belt made from pop caps at the nursing home two weeks ago. In the winter old coats, blankets and clothes are really good in the rural areas to give. Toys For Tots is a great one, too. Hell, if you are really poor give a smile. You might get one back.
Ya, I would be watching television and she would come in front of the television and flash me. I would think she was better than what was on television. Especially if she would sit on the television.
I love it when women give their signals although I have enjoyed some head on collisions. I always try to remember my flashers. My late wife loved to flash me. So I would just flash her back.
I love my schnauzer. His hair gets all matty, the fleas drive him nuts and he really hates it when I pick the ticks off. I have to keep him close trimmed or he looks just likes a werewolf, lol. I had a spitz and beagle combination growing up. He loved chasing cars and died doing what he loved doing best. He never caught a car but always tried to. He barks at everything and retrieves turtles real well. The turtles are easy for him but the rabbits run too fast. He gives the birds hell, lol.
Good morning, Patti. You will get the hang of it and then you will wonder how you ever did without it. It is sure different than a chat room. Welcome to here. Welcome to there. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
When the grocery bagger ran out to my car with two loaves of bread that I had forgotten. I still can't find the chicken that I bought, lol. Sometimes its when the cashier asks if I want my change after I have bought something. When I call my dog and it actually comes to me. That always freaks me out, lol.
Thanks to my grief I don't have any trouble with crying. I can understand contradictions today better than I used to. Good grief makes sense to me today. I have learned how to escape in many forms and fashions. In rehab they taught me that depression is anger held in and not expressed. Find out what is making you angry and confront it.
I am sorry to hear about the death of the dog. I know how close a pet can be. Growing up in a family without love I can understand the love a pet can give. A pet can love you unconditionally. After my wife and girlfriend died my little dog was all that I had. When a raccoon got a hold of him I held him the whole night. I thought he would die, too, since everything else around me was dying. I gave my mother the plants my wife left me with because I could not stand to see one more sign of death around me. The my dog got stuck under the house for two days. My cousin from across the road finally helped me with a bunch of relatives to get the dog out from underneath the house. I had heard my dog cry for two days and it was driving me nuts. We about tore up the bottom of house trying to get him out. He had gotten wedged trying to go after that cat that lived under there that my cousin who used to live here had left. My cousin stuck a broom handle under there to dislodge him and my dog took off running out. My little dog sure was hungry once he got out. All I could keep saying was you dumb dog but I held him. It reminded me of something dumb that I might do.
Man can I relate with that! I grew up the strong silent type because I learned that any type of communication was an act of agression. Children were supposed to be seen and not heard in the family I grew up with my dad and sister. If the answer from me was any answer other than yes sir or no sir then it was seen as back talk which followed by a back hand that sent me flying or he hit me with whatever was in his hand at the time. I have a knot on my head still to this day where he hit me with a claw hammer. I have a dent in my right shin where he kicked me with his Army low quarters. It sent me a strong message of communication is evil and unnecessary. It taught me non-verbal skills; the joy and escape of reading; and how to live life in a bubble where I touch no one and no one touches me. My first and second wife, same woman had to start fights with me to get me to respond in any type of communication. It screwed up my life big time to learn how to live in fear of everyone and everything around me. I learned how to deal with his rage by laughing. He would beat the hell out of me and I would laugh about it. It drove him angrier but he would back off and it gave my wife ulcers because she didn't know how to deal with me. I have found that some people only know how to dominate and if they can't dominate you then they don't know how to deal with you. Some people have to be in control or it must hurt them some how. It is funny but to this day if I get really angry I will start to laugh about it.
Hindsight can be better than 20/20 at times. I have let go and took back many times. I tried to blame myself for my wife's death. She wouldn't go to the hospital, was afraid of doctors, wouldn't take medicine and because of expense would deny herself of many things. I can remember her flinching the last day in the car as we took a long drive. I understand now that she was dying and did not want me to worry. In reality without her telling me what she was really going through that there was no way I could know. Two month later when my girlfriend died I later realized I was to be there for the her two boys and help them through her death. Rage, guilt, frustration, and some many feelings with emotions. It definately made me more compassionate and empathetic of others. Why do the heathern rage and the wicked imagine a vain thing? Because Vanity, vanity and all is vanity and there is no new thing under the sun.
I found it good to forgive myself for things and to forgive others for things. the nice thing about living alone is that there is only me to forgive at home. I try to analyze why people say things. I know words spoken in anger usually have a root to them. I find that in forgiving others it allows me to forgive myself for things.
Glad you have been taking care of your mother but sorry to hear of her condition. My mother told me, today that she has to quit working so many hours because of her back bothering her. She is almost 69 years old and we all have been telling her to take it easy.
I borrowed my mom's calculator last time, lol. I like those carts that have the calculator on them. How come I also get the one with the dumb wheel that won't roll. Do they mass produce them and make sure there is always one cart that the one wheel doesn't turn at every store, lol? You have to rush to get by the ladies that always keep blocking the isles, lol.
Women that won't share the driving. Women that won't get out and change the flat tire. Women that ask you if they turned off the stove after you already drove over three miles away from the house.
Not just on the profiles but anywhere else on the Internet. Phone companies have been caught selling your private information. Your privacy in a sellable commodity. The military calls it a "need to know" option. Big brother is always watching. I don't mean to make anyone paranoid but privacy on the net is taken advantage of. It is like the Miranda almost of, "You have the right to remain silent because anything you say may be used against you." Who can you trust when they can make a blanket law for creditors that states, "This information is used to collect a debt." Evidently that gives them a right to wire tap; go past no call lists; unlisted phone numbers and just about any block you put up so that you can get a reprieve from them. Greed has become omnipresent. Used to the bulk list on email wasn't as bad but now one can delete up to a hundred each day. A right to privacy can only be actively stopped by you because the people that you thought you could trust can be selling you out.
I hear that. The word "orange" is hard to rhyme with. I have been studying different forms of poetry. I have had a fascination with the Epic ever since I read Beowulf.
Some poets though don't have a sense of humor, though. I wrote a short haiku and they didn't think it was funny. A haiku is a Japanese style poem that does not rhyme.
Yeah. I am waiting on mine. They sent me another letter, yesterday. I am still figuring it out. Poems and quotes dot com has a great discussion board if you want to converse with other poets. It is fun to reply back and forth with the other poets.
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RE: How did your grandparents affect your life...
I never got to see my mother's father but have her words. I was two when my father's father died. He was a pastor and had a still. My dad's mother I got to know and loved her. My mom's mother was an Evangelist and I loved her. I got to see my mom's grandmother and my dad's grandmother and loved them both. My one grandmother by my dad's side was Hardshell Baptist from a Primitve Baptist and my Evangelist grandmother on my mom's side was a Holy Roller. Her words live on in my poetry.Roy