I have given it much consideration.
I have finally come to the conclusion that my level of contentment, joy and satisfaction is exactly paralleled by my amount of criticism, frustration and jealousy towards others.
In other words, if I like my life, why in the hell do I care about yours?
I’m not recommending indifference to need, but certainly, if I find myself rejoicing in my pursuits, why is it necessary for me to bash yours?
I contend that most people who pursue religion are angry at the unbeliever because they fear these heretics are having more fun.
I think Democrats secretly know that Republicans make some good points, and Republicans are certainly aware of the value of ideas within the Democratic Party.
We bash because we are discontented.
We attack because we want people to be as miserable as we are, and it appears that they have sidestepped our little rendition of purity without suffering consequences.
I have found that it is much easier to be excited and encouraging to the world around me as I find my place in this time.
Bashing is an arrow pointed at the misgiving and doubt that is in our own hearts.
Since I don’t want to be a ballerina, it therefore becomes unnecessary for me to make fun of them dancing on their toes.
Since I have no desire to be gay, I also have no inclination to mock their situation.
And since my faith is based on compassion and the pursuit of regeneration, I don’t necessarily feel compelled to sarcastically mock traditions I consider to be meaningless.
Yes, the only way to stop bashing is to ask yourself one single, valuable question:
Do I really like what I’m doing, or am I faking it?
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Mr. Kringle’s Tales … 26 Stories ‘Til Christmas
“The best Christmas stories I’ve ever read!”
From the toy shop to the manger, an advent calendar of Christmas stories, beginning on November 30th and ending on Christmas morning.
We need a good Christmas this year.
Mr. Kringle’s Tales will help you make it so.