Eric's Sunday Sermon; The Pain Of Helping?
You Are Not Allowed
When Do I Have A Right To Hate?
There is this cool concept from our friend Jesus. We are to turn our cheek something like over 70 times when someone smacks it. And then if a guy steals your coat you give him more if he needs it. That is some heavy love of enemies stuff.
So the fellow you know has something wrong with him. Let us say a friend or a family member. Not an enemy of any sort. And through problems like being a workaholic, obsessive disorder, drunkenness, sloth and on and on. It would seem to me that I get no free pass to abandon on 40 times or if I have to give him the shirt off my back, 8 darn times.
If love were conditional in such regards it would be a false love or a love taken back. Can you take back love? I think that makes you a hypocrite maybe. In like maybe the eighties some shrinks came up with tough love and that is a crock of cow dung. It is counter intuitive to someone who loves.
Alright I am a weirdo in many ways and my wife loves me. She is crazed in so many ways and I love her till my death and beyond. My son is an irritant in so many ways and I am a horrible dictator in so many ways. Our local trees create a pollen that knocks me out. I still go over and hug them.
My son just horribly farted and laughs were abundant. We foul the air but we still love each other. How many times must we love our enemy? And how many times must we love family and neighbors? I think for me it is 80 times. I will have to count it up. I will but a notch on the wall and then when they hit 80 I will just go kill them or maybe bring my hose and hose them down or maybe just not talk to them ever again. I just cannot do it. Maybe the hosing – that sounds like fun. Whoopee!
So we get bummed and frustrated with the recalcitrant person. So we abandon them, even though we know isolation is the worst thing for them. But we are arrogant and ego self-interested because of the 20 times they did us or others wrong.
If you are bad I banish you and curse you and hate you even though I proclaim my love for you –IF
Apathy Is The Opposite of Love, Not Hate
Get Good And Mad -- And Write Me About It.
Ladies and gentleman’s I was taught like kind of grudge thing from my family of origin. It made my heart sink. Something just sad happened to me. How could I possibly despise a guy for breaking my nose in a great fight? Raymond Billygoats was a bully. So I took him on. Bad stuff. A cast but not really a broken arm just splintered. The concussion would heal itself but the black eyed warned others. On the other hand Raymond being slammed against a block wall and would recover more slowly with both my feet and hands pummeling him. A friend of mine from back in little school days told me that I was really strange fighting all the time. But thanked me for head butting his nemesis. I got whooped and whooped. I never despised a guy for fighting me. In time we were friends always.
How can a person hold on to hate, grudges and judgments? It is beyond my frame of reference. Can hating really cause more pain to the hated than of the hater? I just cannot fathom such nonsense yet I see it constantly.
To be sure in my area the ones being held against are big white middle aged guys – even better older ones. And I only see that with testosterone filled young men. Well that is ok by me. A guy honked really hard at me then pulled up alongside and we rolled down our windows to road rage madness no cuss words and “happy Father’s Day” after correcting the others driving.
My boy in the back seat in his safety chair thing starting laughing at me. “Can’t you get mad ever”? Later on this Father’s day he challenged me again about when I got mad and was mean to him. Slamming a door with fingers in harm’s way and a fifteen minute “missing” in after school activities. He laughed again. “For, like 5 minutes Dad”. “Boy do not piss me off because I am meaner than a low belly Wolverine”. More giggles.
I admit to failure in the area of anger. Maybe it got used up as a kid? Or maybe it just did not ever exist? Or maybe I am just stuck in this rut of God being love, ergo love. I cannot explain it and it has caused me some grief with those who love me.
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It would be quite nice to preach to you that you have to love above all else. I think I could make a living with that, maybe. It would be good of me to tell you not to hate. A fine thing to preach to let slights go. Perhaps I could tell you that all matters must be matters of the heart of love.
But then wouldn’t I be a sanctimonious jackass? How many times must we turn that reddened cheek? So wouldn’t we be silly billies if we charged another for judging us? It is a circular fun notion. “I am so mad at Joe for judging me and not taking my calls or texts!!!” I hope you see how funny that is, like I do. “I am really mad because Jane is mad at me!!!”
For some not so funny reason I think that is the foundation for war. Is it the foundation for politics or religious conflict? Do not look at me for an answer I do not do those.
So Father’s and the boy is pajama and sandals ready at just past dawn. He has the balls lined up for multiple sports. He as a bottle of water for me. And a whole journal for me and a cool card. Do not get me wrong but I need some warm stimulating beverage and a head/fog clearing space. So what up with that? Is it Dad’s day or Boy’s day. No issue there the boy has it ready and scoots outside for my space.
The day game is on. We agree to break the rule and get fast food (6 months since last). We bust into the huge church where the preacher says some can get in but others can’t but all can. My son gives me that one eye look and we flee. Up Mt. Helix and rock climbing and calling siblings. We meet 40 or so there and two great dogs. “Dad I cannot understand what they are saying”. OK son those over there are Chaldean and those over there are Chinese Mandarin and those over there are Mexican and those guys on their phone were clearly Vietnamese like you. Hey Dad, you really like knowing that stuff huh?
Boy I do not think so. I think God wants me to know that stuff. You know all that crazy international stuff I do. Well hold on a second there, that was stupid huh? I really like knowing all these kinds of people.
Thanks for pointing out that wonderful Father’s day gift. “Look to joy and love, leave the rest on the sidelines of the playing field”