Count your blessing…you might need them later.

Well i woke up from a nap and looked over at the jockstrap and silently started complaining.  But then i realized something.  I realized how blessed i was.  Things could be a lot worse for me.

I might not have had the money to go to the doctor, or to go get a ultrasound, or to even buy those jockstraps.  A lot had happened and some of it seems bad, but it could always be far worse.  So I’m thanking God for my blessing instead and bitching like some asshole.

Death of DOMA and society

Yea I made the topic to get views so sue me. 😛

 

So what can I say about DOMA and the SCOTUS decision?  I could sit back and say it sucks.  I could rave and rant about how this is causing the moral decay of our society and some such.  but you know what, i ain’t gonna.  Why because we already know these things.  I’m not saying that conservatives and moralists should give up the fight, but i think we should get ready to lose these kinds of battles because these battles are not won with heartfelt speeches and logic, especially when the opposition is using the same thing and the power of the courts to back their position up.

As a Constitutionalist i can see the legal argument that SCOTUS gave.  It is not the place of the Federal Government to declare what marriage is or is not.  Also it is not the place of the Federal Government to decide what morality is or is not.  And this is true.  But the hypocrisy of it all is that the Federal Government has been doing this for years with drugs, the Age of Consent, and numerous other behaviors.  The only argument for the Federal Government doing such a thing is the so-called ‘Will of the People’ argument, which something that the Fed has been using for at least 100 years now.

But the ‘Will of the People’ was abolished when the 9th circuit overturned Prop 8 with the wave of a pen, so to speak.  So what do we really have here then?  We have the idea that the ‘Moral Will of the Majority’ can be overturned by the courts due to political correctness.  Because of this I think we need to go back to a much deeper form of grass roots Conservatism.  And I’m talking dandelion root deep!  What we need to do is teach morals and ethics at home, not to the politicians.  They won’t listen, but if you teach it in the home, then eventually we will get it in the school and in our politicians.  That is the only way we can effect change, or stay a moral, upstanding nation before God.

Episcopalian Church on Easter Sunday.

This past Easter Sunday i decided to go to church with my friend Tara.  Tara’s car had broken down some time ago and she really wanted to go to Easter Service so I agreed to take her.  Due to some other things coming up we went to the 11 AM service.  I had decided to go with her and stay for the service mainly out of curiosity.  To be honest i don’t attend church that often any more.  I don’t know why, but i go when i feel the need or my conscience gets in my case enough.

I have to admit i enjoyed the service.  I had at first thought that we were going to a Catholic church, mainly because i had no idea what kind of denomination Tara was other then it was similar to the Catholic religion.  But the Episcopal Church is quite literally a faith that broke away from the Roman Catholic faith during the formation of the Church of England.  So they basically stripped a lot of the traditions and other things from their idea of the faith.  You might say they mixed Baptist beliefs with Catholic beliefs and came out with some thing that is neither but both a the same time.

In the end i have decided that i will probably go back next Sunday.  Suffice to say i felt very welcome at the church and since i enjoyed the quiet sermon and people i kind of feel compelled to go back again.  But next time i think I’ll bring a camera with me.  The architecture inside that church is sweet!

Around the Corner…

So earlier today I went to check on my parent’s place because they are out of town.  After checking on the house I was heading home and at the intersection i saw the Taco Bell and decided to stop and get a quick bite to eat.  Well that turned into something different.

I parked in the parking lot of Prime Sirloin, a buffet restaurant i used to work at.  Its been closed for at least eight years now and I suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia,  so i walked around the old restaurant and peeked into the widows and noted how the place still looked as it did when i worked there.  Feeling my nostalgia needs had been met, i walked over to the Taco Bell to get something to eat.  As i walked through the parking lot i saw a black man with three young kids.  A girl and two boys.  I’d say the kids were ages 4 to 6 at best.

When the father noticed me looking at him and his kids i smiled and asked him if all three kids were his.   A married man of any race with three kids feels so rare nowadays so i felt the need to ask him in order to start a conversation that i hoped would end quickly.  After he confirmed that all three kids were his, he asked me if i had any children  I told him that sadly i didn’t, i was 35 and didn’t see much hope that i would marry and have children due to my financial situation.

He told me not to give up and told how at 33 he got married and began having children later.  he told me he had been homeless and on drugs up until that point, but he had found God, and God had blessed him with a good marriage and three children.  He told me i could do the same but i had to first be patient with God.  He told me that God does everything in His own time and that i should be as patient with God as He is with me.  I realized that the man was right.  I hadn’t been patient with God and i needed to be.  If i believed that God would help me then all i had to do is wait.

We talked a little more and we both came to realize that to a certain extent God had set up this meeting so we could receive a blessing from it.  It made me realize that God is still working on me and is still quite patient.

When you think God may have answered you.

A few minutes ago i was sitting here at the computer and i got up, thinking about the fact that several people had just liked my posts and maybe even some of my photos.  I was very happy about it but I saw the pictures n their blogs and i was sad because i don’t think I’m as good as they are.  I walked to my door and opened it.  I was thinking about going outside to take some pictures of the moon.  And i was also thinking.  I want to be a better photographer and writer.  I want to be as good as the people who have liked and followed my posts here on this blog.  And that’s when this thought went through my mind, “God wants the same thing for you William, you just need to get off your butt and do it.  You have the time now, don’t give up.”

I was amazed that such a thought came to me.  But i realized just how much of my life i had put off because of that damned paper route.  I know I’m repeating myself but it seems that this needs repeating.  I need to get a job that allows time for me to pursue the things i want in life.  I can find a way to make money, have a good life, and enjoy said life as well.  All i have to do is look for it and try to achieve it.  Well it’s time to get to work!!

Surreal…

This corresponds with another post that you’ll see on my blog.  This is a picture of a preacher that I met recently.  Well about four weeks ago.  It was so surreal.  I saw him sitting outside at that little desk reading.  I hadn’t seen such a thing in years.  Someone just sitting and reading a book outdoors and enjoying it.  I used ot do that.  It was a preacher who lived a few doors from me and he was reading the Bible I found out later.  When i saw him at first this is what i thought when i saw him, “Wow!  Now that’s…surreal.  Haven’t seen anything like that in years.”  So i got my camera and took a few pictures here’s two of them:

Yes…yes I know one of the pictures is off on the lighting.  But i still like it.  It adds to the surrealism i felt at that moment.  Well i hope you enjoy or something.  I can’t think of a good ending for this post.  Oh and i need to patch things up with Adrina.  Something tells me that it’s time to do so.

Deathwatch Ministry…

I met a man of the Death Watch the other day,

He told me it was his ministry.

To each hospital he goes to pray,

To watch over the living and dying every day.

What more to this can i say, other then for this man’s continued health and strength, i do for pray,

For when i first met him that other day, to his niece’s side, for the death watch he was going.

Because she would never see the sunrise of the next day.

I felt like doing a bit of poetry.  I met Rev. Lee on Monday as i was doing my paper route.  He told me his story and i was moved.  It also made me feel bad because i had had a hard time facing my grandmothers death.  She died of Alzheimer’s disease.  But while i don’t envy this man’s ministry, i do envy his strength.  i don’t think I’d have to heart to do what he does.

WilliamCA