What would Jesus Wear?

I think that he would wear nothing much until all the poor folks had some type of foot wear.

 It Could be Worse and that Is Good to Know

    I was thinking of writing a blog post called the Self Misanthrope, or subtitled something about not liking one's own actions or something like that.

    Sure, negativity crops up at times. Hopefully not too much and not too often. Trying to be realistic, and stay balanced. I looked for two offices today, that may not exist. I went to the right building without knowing it. Sort of a good chase. I thought of some feelings and looks or reactions of a couple of people from last year, and it made me feel kind of bad. We cannot please all the people all the time.

    People care about others but no one wants to be a drag to someone else. A hindrance, a discomfitter. Sometimes we can feel like a burden, or a drag, if you will. I have some contacts in worse straights than me. Straits.

    Today I thought of some of my time when living in Provo, when I was younger. I remember not being the biggest winner. Perhaps I struggled, and I coped and kept moving. Nothing that great, perhaps nothing really notable. Maybe I was sub-par? Maybe I am sub-par. Life is not a competition. But many times we do compete. Even with ourselves.

    Which brings negatives feelings. Speaking of negative things.

    My friend, from my church affiliations, is attending a different faith, doing Bible classes and regular attendance. It is more her style. She was afraid of telling me, but I gave her my voice of support.

    My friend from part time work is struggling financially. He is trying to branch out and get more work. He is doing classes to make some money. I helped him, which he says he will pay me back. We will see.

    My other friend, who texted me a lot recently, is living out of his vehicle. He has physical and health problems with all the financial issues. Life is not great for him!

    Oh, and a young man I know has a serious case of brain cancer, dealing with radiation treatment and chemotherapy. His family and friends love him dearly and this is not an easy or ideal situation for anyone.

    So, my life could be worse. 

    Although, I struggle to do all things right. Tought to be better disciplined and higher aimed. I cannot overcome and surpass that much. I try to stay even keel, which is not alway good per the general or my specific population.

    Yeah.

God Looks Down and Across

He sees us where we sit, and lay

Like Santa Claus, they say in that poem

In our comfort or our pain

Buddha would be different. Maybe?

Krishna and Vishnu other types.

My taxi driver in the big streets of the Gulf city

Was likely Hindu. A student of the pantheon.

Are we all not like him?

Maybe his name was Gupta. Or Singh.

Millions of them? I have known a few.

Others are Americans like my sister’s friends who convert, and worship and practice hari krishna.

Even in Utah.

Family in Utah. Like the sons of our stake president of , the shorter one.

Suriname and Japan, Fukuoka. One more for the future.

Where else, where will we go?

Oh, yes. God our Heavenly Father.

He sees us sleep, restless or tranquil.

The latter means quiet in Portuguese. The language of my son. And my ex brother-in-law. Who lived and loved down there for a season.

Obedience.

It is required.

My wife loves so. So beautiful.

She watches and moves.

An embodiment of God and His will and desires.

He watches, sees Yousef floundering, Rob and yet Stacey.

Folks I know.

We do what we can.

To help our Heavenly Father.

I missed church Sunday. Saw a girl named Fursay be hurt, unbeknownst to me.

We would be in church, that Sunday morning.

God sees us and hopefully loves us more.

We must love Him and His Son.

Trust Him and the Lord of all.

Suffering in Gaza, I hear in the radio. 

We Americans have other concerns.

The Holy Land and the Rocks of Haram Sharif.

I will re-read that book.

2004, published? Confusing but better than Ralph Ellison. Hateful and scorned, his invisibleness contrived.

Misogyny. Like my guy jokes at work.

He says different than he says. I mean believes.

He jokes.

Perhaps only sensible to those that know, like me.

The trainers.

“Nice footwear,” I say in the elevator.

“You have good style,” she replied.

Funny stuff on a work day.

You follow?

I barely do. But God is there.

Deep into the night, the morning. Now and always.

We thank Him.

While our ecclesiastical leader laments the upheaval of France. 

Yes, this could be some ADHD.

Poetry and a rambling mind.

God sees. 

May Rob be okay.

He doubts so much of it.

We must stay the course— with the Divine.

Dallin H. Oaks versus Pope Leo the 14th, XIV, Robert Francis Prevost

    Some talk on Christianity, or Christendom. Enough of me ruminating about who was the real Bard of the 1th century. Bard barf and rot, I say!

    Why not talk of the religions and the faiths that killed so many across Europe back then?

    Yes, the Protestants and the Catholics were quite deadly back then. Not to mention all the violence and malevolence with Muslims, from Moors to Turks.

    People blame the religions, or practice of religions, or the enforced beliefs in these "unfounded, illogical" beliefs in higher powers.

    I admit, people have done terrible, awful, horrific things in the name of Jesus, Mohammed, Allah, Yawhei, Zeus, Krishna, Vishnu... Maybe even Buddha? However, many, many deaths and tortures and systematic killing and authoritarian governments that oppress and subjugate have been in the name of economists like Marx and Engels, Mao and Pot.

    Can we blame organized religions as the main culprit of the hatred and organized suppression, abuse, all the negatives.

    Christ Himself, us Christians argue and assuage, is not of this nature. Most of us get it wrong. We do and say and act in ways that are not His. Too often throughout the history of our planet.

    Since Jesus, before, and all times in between.

    Unfortunate.

    Religion, and Christianity, get bad names. Take the Crusades of the midevil times. Not good.

    Today the U.S. and other Western nations take blame for being too Crusader-like, too Christian, borderline awful nationalist. There is the support of Israel, which is having its troubles with humanity, which is an ongoing mess...

 I Spoke of My Poems But No One wants to Hear Them

    They seem oblique or sad, but no one wants to know.

    That is my problem. No one cares.

    I know that God cares, and other audiences will care. Some day.

    Just not now.

    They care about remembering or lamenting six essays on silence from college, not the poems that I have written the last few days.

    Why should they care?

    Why do I?

    I like my thoughts on paper, as it were.

    A blog sounds blase to the regular folk.

    But art and magic lie therein.

    We shall see.

    Some day, others will say, thanks for your words.

    And that precept makes me happy.

    Tonight we have new full time missionary. 

    We love to see it, feel it, experience it.

    Excited and enthusiastic.

Alone, or solo, in solitude or lonely, even.

    The messages go boring through. Not boring, of ennui, but boring like a drill.

    A drill, like Makita or Milwaukee, that drills holes into the soothing or deep parts of our souls and makes us who we are.

    Networks and fibers of light, energy, fluids (of varying viscosity), and all those flows and passages re-connect to who we really are, what we shall be, what we are meant to be, and what is most meaningful.

    Even meaning, itself. Significance.

    Like the poems that I write.

    There for us and them, you, and me.

    

    My pronouns, as I told some soldiers Sunday, are me, you, us.

    Amen and pass the rock salt.

 Alone

    I think of extremes, when I was alone.

    When was I most alone?

    What does that mean?

    I was by myself, maybe minding my own business...

    My own business. Alone.

    When I was alone, on the beach, in the mountains, at the library, at church.

    Where were you?

    Who are you?

    Were you with me?

    Did I know you?

    Have you known me?

    

    If you knew me now, or if you knew me then,

    Then I have been less alone.

    You were kind of with me. Less alone.

    Like God.

    You were like God, with me when I was most alone.

    I was less alone.

    I have never been alone.

    Thanks for being with me.

    The highs, the lows, the times sideways, the verticals.

    In pain and joy, failure and triumph.

    Not alone.

    With me.

    You and me.

    Together.

    Alone .

    Or not so much.

    You are here.

    I appreciate that.

    See you.

    Thanks for seeing me.

    Through it all, all of this.

 Trump and Musk Can Never Kill as Many Unsuspecting Victims as Mao or Stalin...

    Or can they?

    Removning medicine and aid from many hapless souls in Africa, primarily, led to many deaths. This past year and a half. Hard to count how many. Stalin and Mao were much worse on their own citizens and those nearby.

    But The Donald and The Elon are working on it.

    Perhaps they learned their lessons in cruel ways of sentencing innocents to death, suffering, privation, and ignominious demises?

    Do I make this up? Fairy tales? False news. Fake, phony, Holden Caulefield?

    Most Americans are racist, I have decided. Why? Because we are ignorant of most of the world's outsiders, and we are woefully ignorant or negligent when they suffer and die. Palestinians, Africans of all the countries. Most Latinos. We buy the illegal drugs while the southern masses suffer.

    Or here locally, mostly people of color are those that deal with the most violent crimes. Those that suffer and die from the illicit products and poisons of our time.

    Oh, the men and women who make us suffer!

    Dictators and elected officials, either way. And our apathy towards all of them.

    What would George Orwell and Aldous Huxley say? Or Clarke and Asimov? How do they think of our attitudes and actions? Or non-actions?

    Or any person with a logically thinking brain.

    If you are anti-humanity, you are racist. You hate and hurt our human race.