Blessed Are The Poor…They See God

today i noticed that the outsider gets the boot. the marginalized ones get forced to walk on that white little part between the curb and the street. they are not worth our time to share a sidewalk with. this is so very sad. we leave them right where they are and blame them for their demise, when maybe, just maybe, life is what happened. it is not our responsibility to judge them, it is our job to love them despite the judgements that may well up deep inside. we must seem them as possible friends. as possible members in the family called the human race. there is no such status as subhuman. some may say this idealistic, but how do you change the world? one person at a time. we change our perspective. then, that’s when the world begans its transformation. but maybe its too easy to stay where you are in your thoughts on all this, is it?

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today i noticed that the outsider gets the boot. the marginalized ones get forced to walk on that white little part between the curb and the street. they are not worth our time to share a sidewalk with. this is so very sad. we leave them right where they are and blame them for their demise, when maybe, just maybe, life is what happened. it is not our responsibility to judge them, it is our job to love them despite the judgements that may well up deep inside. we must seem them as possible friends. as possible members in the family called the human race. there is no such status as subhuman. some may say this idealistic, but how do you change the world? one person at a time. we change our perspective. then, that’s when the world begans its transformation. but maybe its too easy to stay where you are in your thoughts on all this, is it?

I wish it would rain…

we let it tell us what we can do. what we are able to do. what we should do. it’s like we ask its permission to live. to breath even. we must not let the falling rain immoblize us from walking outside, we must do the exact opposite. we must let the rain inside, swim into our veins. let it become part of the experiences we go through. we must let it soak us, embrace the rain. because it will never be that kind of rain again. it will never be the rain on that day in that moment. we must dance, we must get a mess, we must live out our lives irregardless of the rain. we must not live within what might see permissive limitations bound by some weather. we must live out life passionately…and wish it would rain…

i wanna hold your hand…

there were these 3-people, travelers if you will passing in the street. they weren’t just any travelers. they were familiar pedestrians not to me, but to each other. how do they become that? the two guys were almost heroic. in the mind of the lady these men were part something greater than just friends, they were people she missed. people who had so much intrinsic value that a simple cordial handshake wouldn’t be enough to solidify the bond. a hug was the least appropriate necessary affection called in place. yet, sitting there, i still wondered how did they get that way? they knew each other. they shared stories, their lives, their hearts. they were a stable part of their lives. a staple so to speak. i move around. a lot. i have that with a few. not to many. not on the heroic level. what about you? i think the answer is within this thought.

Even When You're Hope Is Gone, Move Along, Move Along…

god is in everything. they believed this, i mean in every little moment God was with them. the incarnation didn’t end with this Christ. it began the “God with us” era of living out our faith. since i have been here, there have been a handful of stressful situations. people, finances (this is still ongoing), and just the transitional mess of being. i mean that, not just transitioning to a new space, but just being. i am restless spirit, so these experiences get compounded and exaggerated. i am an emotional guy (yes, girls, they do exist, lol)…and i am still having a hard time. but, god is here. emmanuel. its true. i just need the eyes to see the spiritual residual of all this. to taste and see through the messiness that God, my God is really that good. i know it. sometimes, i dont believe it. i can’t fully understand his goodness. not now, not here. but if i am to get a glimpse, i have to just dive into this messiness and stop trying to figure it all out. its not an easy course to take, not an easy road to traverse. this a new path to take for me. to try and see God at every turn. to experience God in all moments i pass through and breathe in. to be touched by the words and healed by the silence of God…man, i just need to get all of this…really, i do

Even When You’re Hope Is Gone, Move Along, Move Along…

god is in everything. they believed this, i mean in every little moment God was with them. the incarnation didn’t end with this Christ. it began the “God with us” era of living out our faith. since i have been here, there have been a handful of stressful situations. people, finances (this is still ongoing), and just the transitional mess of being. i mean that, not just transitioning to a new space, but just being. i am restless spirit, so these experiences get compounded and exaggerated. i am an emotional guy (yes, girls, they do exist, lol)…and i am still having a hard time. but, god is here. emmanuel. its true. i just need the eyes to see the spiritual residual of all this. to taste and see through the messiness that God, my God is really that good. i know it. sometimes, i dont believe it. i can’t fully understand his goodness. not now, not here. but if i am to get a glimpse, i have to just dive into this messiness and stop trying to figure it all out. its not an easy course to take, not an easy road to traverse. this a new path to take for me. to try and see God at every turn. to experience God in all moments i pass through and breathe in. to be touched by the words and healed by the silence of God…man, i just need to get all of this…really, i do