I have a page on Facebook that I go to every now and then. Nobody ever writes on my wall, I just go there to see what everybody is saying to each other. I can catch up on things, without having to carry on a conversation. I have noticed that some very bored, sneaky people are hacking into members accounts, and using their identities, sending messages to unsuspecting friends. Most people will put up with this, and just keep adding more 'friends', not caring about the hacking. They probably think it's relatively harmless.
I was on my page tonight, and just decided to unload some of my 'friends'. I started out with 106 friends, and when I was done, I had 57 left. Out of those 57, I probably ever talk to about 5 of them. The rest, I just use to catch up on friends and family. Sad. Some people live on Facebook, playing all the silly games, tending to their 'farms', and such. I have heard of some people setting an alarm, just so they could get up and water their plants. Wow.
I am letting go of this present world, a little at a time. There will come a day, very soon, that most of my stuff will be taken away anyway. The things of this world will burn up, with a fervent heat, so says the Bible. And I believe it. I can't take it with me, so I will give away what I can, and use up what's left. When I leave this world, whether by death, or the rapture, I expect that I won't have much down here with my name on it.
When Jesus walked this earth, He didn't own anything. He said 'the foxes have holes, and the birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head'. He knew the importance of distancing oneself from the trappings of this present world. We can get too comfortable with our stuff, and make it a part of our identity. When we love some material thing so much, that we can't let go of it, then we have forgotten our purpose for being here. We are not here to gather as much stuff as we can get our hands on. We are here to gather souls for God's Kingdom.
Love people, not things. Pastor Larry Delon always said, don't love anything, that can't love you back. Amen.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Cinco De Mayo
Today is Cinco De Mayo, whatever that is. I think it's the same as the Fourth of July, only different. So many holidays to remember. I barely remember my birthday. I'm pretty sure old age is creeping in.
I've had some serious thoughts running through my mind lately, and they don't all fit into a neat little category. So, here's a few of my thoughts. Carolyn and I love to watch those '48 Hour Mysteries', where you get to see all the gory details of a crime, and try to figure it out as you go. I have always been a fan of crime dramas, like Columbo (my favorite). The only thing I don't like about the 48 Hours show, is it's real. I will never understand how one human being, can kill another human being. It's not in my DNA to even slightly hurt someone, much less kill them. No matter how mad you get, you can always just walk away. We watched one a couple of days ago, where a man killed his wife, because she was going to leave him. He shot her in the head, in her bed, and left her there for their little boy to find her the next morning. How cold, and inhuman. But I still watch those shows, I guess, to try to see what people are capable of, when given the chance.
Death has always intrigued me. When I was a little boy, my grandpa used to read those crime magazines, where they showed actual crime scene photos. I would read them, and look at the pictures, and get really freaked out. But after awhile, I think I was de-sensitized to the grizly details of the murders. The funny thing is, after I got older, I started to get sick when I heard about anyone getting killed, or hurt. Now, if I hear a story on the radio, or see a story on TV, about someone getting hurt, especially a child, I tear up, and almost cry. I have grown to be very sensitive to others' pain. Not a bad thing, really.
Well, enough of the serious stuff. It's Cinco De Mayo. Be happy. Celebrate. Whatever.
I've had some serious thoughts running through my mind lately, and they don't all fit into a neat little category. So, here's a few of my thoughts. Carolyn and I love to watch those '48 Hour Mysteries', where you get to see all the gory details of a crime, and try to figure it out as you go. I have always been a fan of crime dramas, like Columbo (my favorite). The only thing I don't like about the 48 Hours show, is it's real. I will never understand how one human being, can kill another human being. It's not in my DNA to even slightly hurt someone, much less kill them. No matter how mad you get, you can always just walk away. We watched one a couple of days ago, where a man killed his wife, because she was going to leave him. He shot her in the head, in her bed, and left her there for their little boy to find her the next morning. How cold, and inhuman. But I still watch those shows, I guess, to try to see what people are capable of, when given the chance.
Death has always intrigued me. When I was a little boy, my grandpa used to read those crime magazines, where they showed actual crime scene photos. I would read them, and look at the pictures, and get really freaked out. But after awhile, I think I was de-sensitized to the grizly details of the murders. The funny thing is, after I got older, I started to get sick when I heard about anyone getting killed, or hurt. Now, if I hear a story on the radio, or see a story on TV, about someone getting hurt, especially a child, I tear up, and almost cry. I have grown to be very sensitive to others' pain. Not a bad thing, really.
Well, enough of the serious stuff. It's Cinco De Mayo. Be happy. Celebrate. Whatever.
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