Bookmarks:
Who’s North’s real daddy? • Like mother, like son • Names in the news • Theresa Hawkins-Stephens • Dynel Lane sentenced to 100 years • Guilty plea in riots liquor store arson •
Continue reading Who’s North’s real daddy?
Category Archives: Thursday posts
The offering plate, part 1
One lives in a world substantially of one’s own creation.
The offering plate came around, and I got a shock. I can remember when I dreamed of putting $60 in there each week, as the woman does who normally sits in front of me. No such dream is available to me now; I am unable to envision myself ever putting anything in there.
My circumstances have rendered me infantile; a complete “taker.” One of those who seeks to receive “blessings” rather than seeking to be a blessing, a “maker.”
What can I give as an offering?
The offertory hymn was, “We are an offering.”
We lift our voices, we lift our hands
We lift our lives up to You
We are an offering
Lord use our voices, Lord use our hands
Lord use our lives, they are Yours
We are an offering
All that we have, all the we are
All that we hope to be
We give to You, we give to You
We lift our voices, we lift our hands
We lift our lives up to You
We are an offering, we are an offering[*]
I myself can be my offering.
More about that next week.
[*]Author: Dwight Liles. ©1984, Word Music, Inc.
=============================================
Previous posts mentioning the offering plate:
I’m getting interviews!
What a homeless man dreams of
Previous posts mentioning the credibility of dreams:
Hope and vision
Originally posted 2016-05-14.
News as porn
Boycott these newspapers
Originally posted 2016-05-02.
Bookmarks:
Boycott these newspapers • The happy hooker • Clocks mystery “solved” • This little girl has balls. • An incredible story
View original post 338 more words
The counterfeit Christian
Although I know that, at one time, I was one myself, I’ve never understood the deal with hypocrisy.
Act all holy and pious sometimes for show (As if anyone cares?), and be a total scumbag other times.
I don’t get it. We do have guys like that at the shelter, though.
Beginning job search: A rough start
12:22 pm. I would far prefer, for my readers’ sake, to present a wholly cheery picture of my optimistic, upbeat, highly motivated self just charging into the job search full speed. (Any other clichés I can use?)
Turns out that might not be wholly honest. If folk are to have an understanding of how difficult the job search is, and why so many people balk at it, then it may be necessary to talk about the dark side also.
Romance and politics
Don’t mess with the Easter bunny …
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
I am at a difficult juncture.
My immediate material situation requires that, like never before in my life, I practice what I preach; care for myself; work in my own self-interest; be “here-now-can;” “keep the focus on me;” live by the Serenity Prayer. These are what I counsel any poor person to do. These are what I most emphatically now must do myself.
This entails dis-attending to all the current social turmoil.
It entails turning a deaf ear and blind eye to many messages, insistent messages, particularly coming from those who claim to have the best interests of the poor (like me) at heart.
The Homeless Blogger 