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C’mon! Are You Kidding Me?

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What is going on in this world of ours?

A few days ago a radio commentator talked about a group of about six hundred people that is declaring the earth is flat, not round; no ifs ands or buts! (Are we the only square planet in the universe?)

Someone is still trying to build walls instead of knocking them down.

A leader who ran a campaign on transparency, among other sunshiny things, is now embroiled in an alleged cover-up.

People are demonstrating in the streets of many parts of the world in some protest or other, while taking sticks and bricks to properties of others, and setting cars on fire.

Thieves are smashing retail windows at 3:00 a.m. and helping themselves to cash and valuables belonging to hard working merchants.

A young woman was videoed throwing a chair from a high rise condo balcony onto a busy street below.

My driveway was no sooner cleared of snow when along came a plow and dumped a load of the white stuff at the bottom of it.

C’mon! Are you kidding me?

The good news is a smaller plow came along and cleared it away.

Did you have a happy Valentine’s day, yesterday?

 

 

 

 

Jesus Was Jew

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Lessons in life are sometimes hard to learn but in this chapter I learned  one suddenly, and quickly, at the age of ten.

Each chapter ends with a scripture and starting today, I will include these at the end of each excerpt.

Chapter Ten  –  Jesus Was a Jew

She made me wet my pants.

Freddie Lafferty and I were hurling insults at each other. We were ten years old, and didn’t know the meaning of most of the words we used. It was called the insult game.  The final name I threw at him after he called me horse face was Jew!

As the word left my mouth, a lady came out of nowhere dressed from head to toe in black. She pierced me with her black eyes, and whacked me on the arm with her oversized, black purse.

“Shame on you,” she said, “Jesus was a Jew!”

I felt the hotness running down my legs, and began to wail. I ran home as fast as I could. Lafferty’s voice screeched after me, his skinny body bent over in laughter.

“She peed her pants! She peed her pants!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. The mean old lady trundled off down the street with a final, “Shame on you!” thrown over her hunched shoulder…….

 

But no man can contain the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.  (James 3:8)