Sabbath Messages | Sabbath Message: April 3, 2004
Good Sabbath
April 3, 2004Daylight Savings Time aims its sprightly spring into... eh... Spring! The trees are alive with buds beaconing to be leaves; the humming birds do their circus act of delicate balance which transfixes even hungry felines; the pines show-off their cones as the cones show-off their potential. Some might waste their souls as they lament that the trees will lose their leaves, as they fail to enjoy the interim between Humankinds' rebirth, called Spring, and Autumns' lusty beauty of color and showmanship. As for me, Nature's celebration salves my sorrow at the plight, the stubborn refusal of humans to be humane, the deterioration of soul into constant attacks on other tribes and cultures. With all of the various biblical stuff, what have we learned?
Some revel in the hope that "tribulation" will soon be here, wiping out most of the Earth's humanity; others pray to a kinder deity that we may learn to love each other--not just the current phase of interpretation--but comprehend that to forgive is divine, but first we must survive the brutality of Hades and the macabre devilry that delivers us unto evil. At best we are humane; at worst we are hypocrites.
"Vengeance has no foresight." (Napoleon)--Nappy had a way with words. Vengeance and Passion are sisters who can justify hatred at its deepest.
As a child I had no television, so my imagination created the images. I feel sorry for any one who allows his imagination to fall into disrepair, for then there is no solution, no creativity, no ideas on how to make us better. Humankind needs more than technology--far more. We need to think as individuals; we need to not ever be so passionate that we become inhuman as we dehumanize others.
Yet, I am no peacenik; I comprehend that good and evil must battle; however I refuse to debase any imagined enemy, for to dehumanize is the first step towards the next holocaust as one tribe eyes another, having been taught, from babyhood, that the other tribe is the devil; the parents have failed and the religion has failed, miserably.
The question is which of the gods is the real one, the kind one, the loving One? Do we spend our lives, devote our minds into answering that question in our search for truth? The search for truth is no part-time aberration. It is the necessary task at each dawn,
When I see the arrogant, who in their humiliation, seek vengeance against the meek, or any current human on which they can blame their embarrassment, by screaming, 'god is good' several times a day, but make no step towards educating their young that love is mightier than the sword, but not as injurious to ones health and body. We travel ever so slowly, towards civil behavior. The slowness makes a snail's pace attain jet speed. We are failures at how we act after we pray. Where is the beauty of understanding?
O Lord, why does it take millennia to learn
And after learning, we forget,
Always.
Why?
The human who uses passion as his protein pill energizes hate more than love, though both spring from the same human possibility. We are different than the lion who springs on the antelope because he has no gun to take aim, and besides, he's hungry and no supermarket has ever opened in a jungle. But we do have our private supermarkets of envy and hate, while our appetites cry out for the tastes of peace and love. The Golden Rule is tarnished as soon as it is delivered if we fail it. When we fail it, humanity drifts into another deep abyss.
"Perchance the heavenly God who hearkened to our Fathers' prayers,
Who gave them courage and strength
To bear their sorrow and degradation,
Yet ever to hope for redemption--
Perchance He will also hear my prayer and hearken to my cry,
And be to me a protecting shield,
For there is none to help or sustain me,
But God in heaven."
(and whom I believe in with all my heart, brain and soul)
It was a terrible week, for TV allows no looking away from humans' inhumanity; there is no time for love in between the blood-letting, whose fists pump the energy of ignorance and hatred as they further humiliate them selves and discourage God.
Think of love and devotion to bringing peace to humankind's love affair with hatred.
sandy
