It’s been a crazy busy week…I had everything moved out of my bedroom last weekend and now the only drawer I can get to without moving a piece of furniture is that for my underwear. My clothes are hanging on shower rods and doorframes and my dog is thoroughly confused. All week I’ve worked on getting Kilz on the dark paint on large baseboards, window and door frames and crown moldings. Now I have the large room and sitting area to paint to get the room ready for new carpeting. Then there’s been soccer practice and games with my granddaughter that I never miss, her dance program at the Merry Go Round Festival at the city park and shopping at Old Navy yesterday to take advantage of their 40% off sale for card members and using my rewards before they expired. The three girls checked out with over $330 worth of summer clothes for only $23! My kind of shopping!
But something has been niggling at the back of my mind throughout this past hectic week that I know I have to address. If for no other reason than because it’s the nature of what someone who writes does – we put it down in words. As I tossed it around this week, my little pink diary with the tiny little key that I had when I was a young girl came to mind. The one no one was even to touch but me. And then onto the journals I’ve kept throughout the years – again for my eyes only. I still do keep a handwritten journal but now for only one purpose: to record eventful days and trips for my granddaughter for her to have years from now.
Now I have graduated to a much larger ‘diary’ – one that is open for the world to read and is no longer for my eyes only. One that I share freely and still remain true to myself. Nothing fluffed up, nothing fabricated – just the whole truth and nothing but the truth. But one that I still go to when something wonderful has happened, or something is deeply bothering me. Which is where I find myself to be now.
I stumbled upon an article last Sunday that has haunted me ever since. I’m going to share it with you below. Not to cause a haunt to come upon my cohorts, but to let you see where I’m coming from when I can finally get my thoughts around each of the 28 points contained in the article and post them here in my ‘diary’. As long as I can remember, the biggest tick that’s ever gotten the best of me is being accused, doubted, even considered to have done something that I haven’t done. This article lumps everyone who is a Christian into this tick of mine. And what’s worse, it’s from someone from the South – one who lives and breathes the same Southern air as I do.
What does all this have to do with Steven Tyler, you may be wondering?
I will be vacationing in Maui in June. I’ve learned since planning the trip that Steven Tyler – among a large host of others if I would name you would all recognize – has a home there and roams the island just like anyone else. I asked myself how I would react if I turned the corner at Food Land while on the island and he’s there picking up a gallon of milk. And what instantly came to mind is a song he wrote years ago entitled “Full Circle” – it’s not one you would know unless you are an Aerosmith fan – and music of most every genre has always been a very important part of my life. To give you the gist of it, here’s a few of the lyrics:
If I could change the world like a fairy tale
I would drink the love from your Holy Grail.
I would start with love and tell ol’ Beelezub to get
outta town cause you just lost your job.
How did we get so affected
Cause love is love reflected…..
Don’t piss Heaven off — we’ve got hell to pay.
Ultimately, we do not stand judgement with anyone other than the One God who created this world and everything that all that man has created stands upon. In turn, we are not to attempt to BE a judge of anyone who breathes – justice system withstanding. The hatred that is becoming a horror story of its own in our own United States is what the article I previously mentioned opened my eyes to. Not that I don’t see it everyday – but just as a Christian I felt personally attacked for the first time and find it time to become consciously aware day to day how that can be reversed. Ultimately, I know that is impossible – it’s all part of what’s to come and has been predicted through the ages by God Himself through John the Revelator. But I do not want to be a part of the hatred written about. I am a child of Christ – and that, my friends, is love. Not passive and complacent to all that’s going on, but to show love – regardless of one’s skin color, religious affiliation or sexual orientation. Love does not mean condone – love means love reflected. And if we fail to show love, we’ve got hell to pay. The United States is coughing up that payment now. Here: