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I have very high standards for who I consider a friend, chances are-
you don't meet them.
Don't feel bad though, most don't.
A friend is someone I can trust with my life,
and the lives of others if it comes to it, my deepest thoughts, my finances, my cellphone, my boyfriend, and general mental health,
I can hand all of these things to my friend and go to Tahiti for a year with no worries because I know her/his character just as well as they should know mine.
Friends have boundaries,
we have things we DON'T talk about, things we wouldn't share and a friend knows when not to press certain subjects, not because we are hiding things, but because sometimes its not relevant.
Friends respect each other, they don't worship each other,
if we are not on even ground, we cant be friends, you have to be able to look each other in the eye.
You may ask my opinion on something, but its certainly not gospel,
so I respect your choice not to listen without getting angry, and I expect the same.
(although we can expect an occasional "I told you so")
We are not going to agree, but we will always put our relationship first in any conflict- bros before hoes has a good tang to it I think,
but a true friend will try their best to never put you in a position where you have to choose between someone you care about or them.
And the biggest, hardest thing, A friend knows when to let go-
because sometimes friendships fade, sometimes people change so that they no longer can be considered friends, and sometimes YOU change so much that you can't be a friend to anyone.
Also, sometimes they just don't talk for long periods of time because of life,
be mature enough not to freak out and they'll come back eventually, your too awesome to ignore!!
Being a good friend is a sacred thing, an honor, a burden and a trust, not everyone can be a friend and not everyone has one.
I'm tremendously blessed to have as many as I do :-D
Religion matters...
Doesn't it?
I mean, where your spending eternity, who your spending it with, and HOW your spending it matter alot right??
but...
How about them hats?
Or the color red?
Or (as in a recent "discussion") whether or not the peace sign is a satanic symbol??
And is ignorance of the biblical viewpoint on these matters an excuse for the extreme amount of hostility we see in the church today??
Where do we draw the line between being a loving corrector, a jugdemental self-righteousness hypocrite, and a spiritual doormat for our peers?
it's a question I've been pondering as I study the character of our (my?) saviour-
Why did he spare the Adulteress - yet condemn the Pharisees?
we all know the scenario-
Hypocritical judge mentors vs. Innocent(wait a minit) defenseless housewife
8:1 Jesus went unto the Mount of Olives. 2 And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them.
(note this it seems important)
3 And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst, 4 They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.
(Okay TIRED joke, but it bears repeating- where was the guy?? These people aren't interested in this woman's soul and they aren't hurting for her husband either.
Whatever, this woman is guilty and everybody knows it)
5 Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?
(Theres the pitch!!)
6 This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
(This is almost as if Jesus needed a slight break to himself,
or this whole thing was so ridiculous he reverted to a state of child-likeness for a moment)
7 So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
(Nag nag nag nag NAG, these people were starting to mess up his sand drawing!! still, its a good quote, and "cast the first stone" calls up about 262,000 results
8 And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
(Cue the Jepordy music!)
9 And they who heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
(Ok, now that we've dealt with all those people who really had no business being involved in the first place we can get down to the judgement!!)
10 When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? 11 She said, No man, Lord.(duh) And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
WAIT!!! so NOONE got stoned??
obviously, the only one in a position to punish her was Jesus,
AND she was guilty
AND He's the God of judgement
AND nowhere does it say she apologizes to her husband!!
I dont think the worthiness of her accusers changed her crime in Jesus's eyes...
Yet somehow, I do??
one thing I know is she deserved to be stoned-- but she wasn't.
and what sort of precedent should we take from this if any??
(I'm asking way more questions than I'm answering here and I think thats ok, because I don't know and how I decide these answers for myself will determine how I deal with gross immorality in my day to day.)
I know, I know! another open-ended post lol, but this time I at least got you a second opinion!!
(or Technically first, QUIT NAGGING ME!!)
I don't honestly remember much about my teacher Mrs. Watson's house
beyond the corner- I spent alot of time in that corner,
most of that time I spent reading a graph that was pinned to the wall above the booster seat I was in
or counting my toes, which at the time was a worthy occupation.
I rarely had any conceivable idea as to the length of my stay , or even more rare, the reason or it but looking back I realise that after I knew her for a time the twitch on the left side of Mrs.Watsons face became semi-permanent , so I probably deserved it...
It was probably Easter, well no, it was probably the wednesday BEFORE Easter because if it had been Easter I wouldn't have been there.I don't remember EVER spending a holiday at her house and if I did I wouldn't want to because it was most likely a miserable event.
But it was an Easter-themed day for sure, with pastel coloring boards, rabbits ears and, to my doom, painted eggs.
We were all given a pastel colored egg in an egg holder , paint and a brush, the trouble began when I was handed my egg, a lovely lavender orb seated on a green flowered tube, and told to paint it-
for a few minits sat, simply holding the beauty - then the assistant came behind me and took my hand, like a puppets arm , to pick up the brush TO DIP IT IN PINK PAINT , I VAGUELY REMEMBER HER CHEERFUL VOICE SAYING "LOOK!" I WATCHED IN HORROR AS MY OWN HAND STAINED THE PEARL WITH A LONG SPLOTCH OF PINK , AFTER STE HAD MOVED ON I USED THE PLASTIC TABLE CLOTH TO HASTILY WIPE AWAY THE OFFENSIVE COLOR FROM ITS OPALESCENT SURFACE BUT THE PINK STAIN REMAINED, RUINING ITS BEAUTY AND SHATTERING MY CONTENTMENT
I BEGAN TO PROTEST IN THE MOST EFFECTIVE WAY I KNEW, I CRIED.
NOT A QUIET SOBBING, BUT A LOUD NEVER-ENDING WAIL WITH A LUNG CAPACITY I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DUPLICATE YET AND HAVE ONLY SEEN DONE BY THOSE OF A CERTAIN AGE
her and her assistant tried to coerce me into further ruining the disaster with first blue, and then purple paints the latter I threw across the plastic-lined table causing two other eggs to be ruined
the next thing I remember is sitting in the corner, staring at my shoe-tops and thinking of my now pink/blue egg mess on the table soon my mind had adjusted to the idealized color of my egg...
ten minutes later she came back for me, her typical question of 'are you ready to behave now?' noddingly answered, she took my hand and as she led me back to the others I looked into her eyes and said "can I paint my egg now?"
I wonder if she still has that twitch.
