First my apologies for being out of touch for such a long time. A month. It's been exactly a month since I've written anything here.
I've been considering some issues. There is so much happening in our country I have been overwhelmed with sadness, anger, frustration, irritation, etc.........
Mostly anger and frustration.
My first reaction, gut reaction is usually to speak out, facebook, twitter, blogging, where ever and when ever I can. But I've noticed something. All this speaking out, or *spouting off* as I like to call it, doesn't really do me any good, in fact, it seems to add more stress than it alleviates. And to be honest, the only people who seem to care a flip what I have to say are people who think like I do anyway. So really, am I making any difference? Nope.
And then I started reading some scriptures.
REV 22:10-12: And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, because the time is near. “He who does wrong, let him do more wrong; he who is filthy, let him be more filthy; he who is righteous, let him be more righteous; he who is set-apart, let him be more set-apart. “And see, I am coming speedily, and My reward is with Me, to give to each according to his work.
MATTHEW 13:24-30 Another parable He put before them, saying, “The reign of the heavens has become like a man who sowed good seed in his field, but while men slept, his enemy came and sowed darnel among the wheat and went away. “And when the blade sprouted and bore fruit, then the darnel also appeared. “And the servants of the master of the house came and said to him, ‘Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? From where then does it have the darnel?’ “And he said to them, ‘A man, an enemy did this.’ And the servants said to him, ‘Do you wish then, that we go and gather them up?’ “But he said, ‘No, lest while you gather up the darnel you also uproot the wheat with them. ‘Let both grow together until the harvest, and at the time of harvest I shall say to the reapers, “First gather the darnel and bind them in bundles to burn them, but gather the wheat into my granary.” ’ ”
