Dang me, they ought to take a rope and hang me.
Strange place for a church.
As you all know I is a preacher man.
(please note that the style here is meant to be less than eloquent and of course the stories are barely half truths, but like they say, "the best lies have a tad of truth")
So hate me. I teach and preach love. Most folk reckon what could be the shame it that? Well I gots to tell you there be much shame. We preachers are supposed to preach about that danged hell fire and and brimstone. Well danged me I do not know none. I try as I might but I ain't got no reckoning with eternal hell.
I do apologize to them that do get all hot and heavy over hell. Most is good folk. Most kinda see it as the result of evil and sinful livin. They just have me over a barrel. I see love. I am just so dumb and naive to think of a loving master.
I got this funny notion of being swooped up and carried away to the promised land. Well shoot by golly and beau jingles it has happened a couple times. I just keep getting picked up and loved and set back down to love some more.
Think of someone like ole billybuc. They just do good. All the time. Me I was born with two sixshooter's on my hip ready to do damage. (remind me of the time I nearly married Ms. Colt, down off the Coffee Pot Rock and our saloon of the Rainbow's end where my sister presided as priestess and bartender. No I mean Miss Colt of the gun fortune. I am serious here, she proposed)
Point being that I am more bad to the bone than most you know --- now that is out of the way let us think about redemption.
Dang me is a real song.
Here is a funny truth.
Where as I used to cause problems now I basically solve them. Really! The title of my company since about 1997 has been Problem Resolutions. Not the name but the descriptive title. And I do basically just that. I jump right in other people's problems and find solutions. It is very satisfying and fair in remuneration. I have handled matters from gang violence to IRS issues to marital counseling to foreign trade and corporate compliance. I do a lot of what is called Risk Management. And that generally means both preventative and damage control (or blame shifting)
I do not recommend my services to anyone. I do not advertise. Trouble just kind of finds me. Kind of like our tailbone, it is probably a left over from when we had tails. I just find trouble just like when I used to practice being bad to the bone.
Let me tell you about this man name paul/saul.
He was not good. He was in his twenties and he kilt folk. Just for being Christian. Not nice, just like the passion. Us Christians do not talk about it much. But he literally ran a crusade against Christians and tortured and killed them. Get it in your brain. The man who wrote most the new testament was a bad horrible man.
So be it. But please let that soak in. He did not persecute, he executed Christians.
Now I am badder than you. I have held men who stabbed me and beaten their heads silly. One time in Pigalle, Paris France I was stabbed in my gut and had every reason to kill the man who done it, and was pummeling him. But I did not kill the man. Paul would have and did. You see how depraved a man can be. Paul was depraved.
Well now you should be scratching your head and asking what that is all about.
I tricked some of you here. I used a fellow who is a very widely known recovering alcoholic for my comparison of a good man. Billybuc is a very good man and the most famous here on HubPages.
But a ways back, if you hear him tell it, he also was very bad. Very similar to Paul. And I would like to think I am a bit like them. (hey I am not as old yet -- give me time)
So I hope this small hub kind of soaks in and just plain drops on your lap the fact that with love all things are possible. And with love one really does not need to worry about such matters as hell. Best we can tell no matter how bad you were if you turn your life around and start living in love, You will do just fine.
I can seriously say I do not know anyone over fifty that has love in their heart and shows it, that is not happy.
Happies to you.
I wrote this hub and proclaimed a change in myself and then I get a note from my publisher that this hub is not quality. Well by golly I know how to make a hub quality. But I am such a stinker still that I just rebel against doing it correctly. Sometimes I reckon I am still just bad to the bone.
So let me make this a postscript.
I think that the notion of pride being sinful is about this stuff here. We can and do change for the better. But as soon as we stop and recognize that we slip back into old patterns. Now I do not speak of pride like matters of your children doing well but of pride in thinking that we did something good on our own.
Just as soon as you turn any joy and happiness and pride totally inward you lose a connection with others. And just as soon as you do that you lose the power that you had from others. For the spiritual this is even more profound. If you lose that devotion and connection with your higher power then you slip slide right back down in your own muck. For me it is Jesus Christ. But changing higher powers does not disable that truth.
Are you just bad to the bone?
Even though you try and are mostly successful do you find yourself slipping into old bad habits?
I guess this would be a Post Postscript.
This is funny -- but publishers do help me reach higher standards.
So as is often this author's want let me wrap this up with some thoughts.
What you have been is important as it helped make you what you are. But here is the rub. Besides from fond memories, that is all the past is good for, period.
If you are motivated to do good because of your past sinful nature, you are doing it for you, and that is not cool.
Guilt is awesome, as long as it is someone else's and it makes them give you things.
Many things in our lives bear witness to other's help when we needed it. Dang it I said that wrong -- everything in our lives bears witness to other's help when we needed it.
When I was young my mom and dad took a second honeymoon vacation. My mom's cousin watched us. He was a hell's bells and brimstone fundamentalist preacher man. He beat me so hard that on return my dad beat him. I was beaten for using polite cuss words like I did here. The cousin was convinced that saying "dang" would sent my soul to hell. So he beat me out of compassion? (now you know why I use them)