“They should have nailed his a** to the wall.”

I tend to think that would have been too kind.

Read all about it.

When are children going to be valued in our society? WHEN?

YOU decide.

So. The people at South Park have been taking some heat for an episode of theirs. First Isaac Hayes quit. Now it’s been dropped from Comedy Central. The show in question is called “Trapped in the Closet”. I downloaded it from this site and watched it. (Under “What’s going on now”.)

I haven’t seen South Park in years. But I think the controversy is really interesting. And FWIW, the episode was funny. And a wee bit disturbing. Especially if the “This is what Scientologists actually believe” segment is accurate. 😕

“…U In Bondage”

Recently there’s been a bit of a buzz concerning a young lady named Autum Ashante.  Michelle Malkin wrote an excellent column regarding one of her recent appearances.

To a certain extent, I can see what Autum is saying regarding Columbus. I think it would be foolish for anyone to deny the amount of pillaging and suffering that went into the founding of this “civilization” that we call North America. Yet Black Militancy is not something that I cannot get behind.  

If people want to be free they need to realize something. Sometimes they are the ones who keep themselves in “bondage”. Hatred does more than waste time. Not only does it give birth to ignorance. It feeds it.

And I know that there are those out there who may disagree with me. People may argue that Autum, her father, and others who think as they do are wonderful. And perfectly educated and intelligent. And that’s fine. Everyone has their own definition of what qualifies as education and intelligence.

But when you waste time resenting people based on their superficial attributes such as their skin color, you miss out on the richness of the life that God has given us to abundantly enjoy. 

Note to readers.

So many things inspire me to write these days. Yet I find myself fascinated with life and all sorts of silliness like surfing around online. I have a pad of paper with various scribblings jotted down. I should try to get them all down. Hopefully I will in time.

Where do I come in?

Sometimes when I look at life, I feel like I’m in an endless stage production. Waiting in the wings, wondering when I’ll have an opportunity to play a part. As corny as that may sound, it’s true. The sense of aimlessness that I feel can be grating. I know that I am a vital piece of God’s puzzle. But where do I belong?

These sorts of thoughts go through my head as I strive to understand God’s word. My anxiety is heightened or soothed, depending on my mood. Still, studying the Bible is the only thing that helps me make sense of…anything. Perhaps it’s the narcissistic aspect of my human nature. But I find myself searching for pieces of me within its pages. 

When I read, sometimes I am anxious and uncertain of who I am. Or, who I am meant to be. I think of my status as a woman, as a single person, as someone who is poor and confused, as one who is weak, longing to be strong, as…So many things. 

I find myself wrestling the most with the knowledge that I am one who wants to honor God with her gifts, but isn’t sure of how. I’m trying to explore that right now through writing. Beyond this blog of mine, I had an idea for a novel a few years ago. But I abandoned it…

Nevertheless, in spite of my fears and doubts about my future, I am comforted. How wonderful to serve one who holds the answer to my every riddle!

Patience please.

So as some of you may or may not know, I’ve left Blogger for WordPress. I’m working out a few kinks in the system. Like categories.  I’ve never had the ability to organize my posts this way before. It’s going to take a while. That is, if I’m up to the task in the first place.

ETA: I just fixed the time index. Lest you were wondering, I’m not up blogging all hours of the night. 😉

Before I go….

There’s something I’ve noticed in the blogiverse that I thought I’d alert you to. Squarespace. Very pretty. Very useful. Yet I find I can get most of the functionality of a basic paid Squarespace account on WordPress for free. Which, given the fact that I’m broke, is a blessing.

Kids today need schools that care.

I found one more reason for my sporadically-employed heart to break.

Actually…La Shawn says it better than I could.

Psalms 40:13

“Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me: O Lord, make haste to help me.” – Psalms 40:13

These days it feels as though I’ve been living that verse.  Calling out to God for some change in my life.  Absolutely nothing is new under the sun. The air around me is ripe and ready for change. I can feel it! Or at least I think so. 

And yet I fear know that I am somehow being selfish.  I’ve been working as a substitute teacher for a few months. Yet I’m ready for the next level–a class of my own!  Or at least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself.  I’m so much stronger and more confident than I was when I first graduated. Surely my Heavenly Father can see that! Surely he will reward my progress! Surely…

I’m laughing now, as I remember one of my prayers.  A month or two ago, I asked God not to let me move on in my life–and my career in particular–until he felt I was ready.

Yet at times it’s hard not to get swept up in wanting to control my own destiny. (I’m convinced that it’s going to be my life struggle.) It doesn’t help that personally, I deal with someone who seems to delight in blaming me for my own lack of success in interviews.  And I have been overwhelmingly nervous in the past. However, every time I go for an appointment I improve. I put my best foot and face forward.  And quite honestly, every time I am rejected, I find no reason to be discouraged. On the contrary. God knows exactly what he’s doing.

It’s something I concluded years ago.  Rather than getting frustrated or obnoxious about not obtaining something, I tend to become introspective.  When I get a negative response to an expressed desire, I can’t help but be mindful of my status. I consider my place in the Lord’s plan. Perhaps the something that I want is something that I am not meant to have.

Thy will, not mine, Lord. Thy will, NOT mine.

The Bachelor – Still single

 

I wish I could say it was a surprise. 🙄

In the story that I linked to above, Sarah Stone mentions "the baggage that comes from being on this show" (emphasis added) as a factor which contributed to the failure of her "relationship" with Dr. Stork. I'm glad that she said it. It gives me hope that people who actually appear on the show realize what they're getting into. Nothing about The Bachelor is natural. 

Honestly. What do people expect?  Take a group of women, engage them in some rather contrived liaisons with one member of the opposite sex….

I remember it was during either the first or second incarnation of the show that I privately referred to The Bachelor as That Guy and His Harem.

If you want a love that's built to last, at the very least, I believe you need at least two things:

1. Privacy. By this, I do not mean that you should have a "secret" lover that only you and your poodle know about.  But you shouldn't have cameras capable of broadcasting your every move 24-7, either.

2. Exclusivity. Who in their right mind expects to build a lasting relationship while her prospective mate is mixing and mingling with at least half a dozen other women? WHO!?!

The series has run at least….I'm guessing eight times by now.  And out of those, only one of the so-called couples has been successfully married.

I will not deny that I am a bit of a voyeur.  I have been entertained on more than one occasion while watching The Gaggle of Girls and Their Boy-Toy. But in all seriousness, I remain irritated. Shows such as The Bachelor epitomize everything that is wrong with relationships today. Namely, people want quick, easy lovin'. And they expect such an approach to earn them long-lasting, near-fairy-tale results.

True love grows. It is not like the latest microwavable treat–good to go in an instant.

I couldn’t resist

One of my fondest memories of Toronto involves pigeons. I thought they were the cutest things!! Downtown, they were everywhere. Or at least they seemed to be.

And now, although across the pond, it seems that one of them has his own blog.