Embracing Your Curse

Rich people who see a brother or sister in need, yet close their hearts against them, cannot claim that they love God.
(1 John 3:17)

It seems such a non-issue to me when it comes to helping out a fellow human being in need, yet daily, I’m faced with the fact that true justice seems to be disappearing. There is no justice or mercy left in our justice systems, in our government, or in our privately owned business sector. There are assumptions that justice is for sale, and the person who has the money gets to decide what is right and what is wrong. I have a very hard time with this. Just because you can buy a favorable decision in court does not mean you should have been able to. True justice is blind, and she can’t be bought off.

I guess I expected that this world was not going to get better, but I am surprised how the heads seem so disconnected from the bodies now, in every form of leadership. I have worked for the rich, fat, lazy, and entitled, and I’m finding a true sense of disbelief in myself that this could truly be going on. I’ve watched the rich steal money from the poor; I’ve seen the entitled scream at people asking for what they have already earned. I’ve watched people use their positions, authority, and titles to strip away what someone with very little had. I’ve had to listen to rants about how important people with so much money think themselves to be, and I find myself biting my tongue constantly. What good will it do for me to throw pearls before people who are so clearly swine, no matter what lipstick they are wearing or what kind of car they drove themselves late to work in that morning? None. People so clearly disconnected can’t see how they look to those of us still plugged in.

Compassion and empathy are fast being lost in this culture of ours, and we seem to no longer find shame in worshiping wealth. Some who call themselves followers of God insist He is blessing them with this wealth, and it is clear in their words that they believe themselves to be favored by Him just a little more than the poor. Your money doesn’t hide your ignorance.

The supposed devout turn the poor away, insisting that should they help, they would only be setting up the “poor soul” to learn how to live off the system ad not become independent and self-reliant, like a good citizen should be. Like they are.

Seasoned Christians spew nonsense about “giving the poor a fishing pole instead of a fish”, and think that this gives the excuse they need when God will ask them, “What did you do for Me?”

God is the one judge you won’t be able to buy off. 

I don’t like this era, and I don’t like what we are becoming. I don’t like the selective memories of those who lead people,  struggling and working underneath their authority in order to add to their coffers. I don’t like that when you ask for justice from someone in authority, justice goes to the highest bidder. I don’t like so-called Christians who abuse, steal from, or despise those who don’t have what they have. But most of all, I can’t stand people that say they follow God, and point to their wealth as some sort of proof He approves of them just a bit more than the rest of us. It says the opposite to me. God never seemed all that impressed with the achievements of man.

I can’t change any of this. This is so rampant, repugnant, and all-encompassing, and it smacks you in the face wherever you go, no matter what you may be doing. I can only ask God to keep my eyes clear, and to let me see this sort of thing for what it is…. a dying world whose days are numbered.

  • If you have power, and you don’t help someone who has nothing, your power is not a blessing from God, but is instead, a curse.
  • If you have money, but you don’t help someone who needs it, your money is not a reward from God, but is instead, a curse.
  • If you have authority, but you let yourself be swayed by money, then your authority is not a gift from God, but it instead, a curse.
  • If you call yourself a child of God, but you treat other people less fortunate than yourself, with arrogance, deceit, and without kindness, compassion, or gentleness, you are not a child of God at all, and you are the curse.

The days are coming when the children of God will be tested, and if you are already failing this very basic, and simple test, you are screwed. You won’t be ready to stand against antichrists, or refuse marks of beasts, and your money won’t help you at all.


Learn to do right. See that justice is done — help those who are oppressed, give orphans their rights, and defend widows.
(Isaiah 1:17)

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has chosen me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind; to set free the oppressed and announce that the time has come when the Lord will save his people.”
(Luke 4:18-19)

Don’t take advantage of the poor just because you can; don’t take advantage of those who stand helpless in court. The Lord will argue their case for them and threaten the life of anyone who threatens theirs.
(Proverbs 22:22-23)



It’s Getting Hot in the Ghetto

It would seem that Chef has reconsidered his position and has agreed to give me my uncontested divorce. Since I was quick to post his stupidity, I felt it was only right to post that he had come to his senses again rather quickly. Thank you, Chef. 

Of course, he hasn’t actually signed the paperwork yet, but I just have this feeling he won’t back out again. Color.Me.Happy.

Now on to another subject. I’m thinking that I’m going to probably have to move out of my

A pretty common scene around my apartment complex. But hey! At least they actually show up over here.
A pretty common scene around my apartment complex. But hey! At least they actually show up over here.

little ghetto home. This week, Tulsa had a gruesome set of murders, (read about it here —4 Women Murdered) in the apartments next to mine. Yes. You could literally see the apartments from our courtyard. Earlier in the week, we had a gang shooting in the parking lot where my car is usually parked. It’s getting a tad bit hot in the ghetto, and after talking to Ernie and Diane, I’m thinking that it would probably be better if I found a new residence in a safer zone. Fox 23 here in Tulsa aired a piece talking about how out of the 6 murders that had happened in Tulsa in 2013, 5 of them happened over here where I live. It doesn’t inspire me to feel safe.

What is even creepier is that two of the women that were murdered were 23-year-old twins named Rebekah and Caytlyn. Now if you are new around here, let me fill you in. My daughters, while not twins, are named Rebekkah (24) and Caitlyn (21). That made my skin crawl. I’m currently researching whether or not I can get out of my lease, and if I can, I’m thinking of heading to live in Tahlequah. I have excellent friends there, and it seems cheaper and safer to live there. So, if you would, say a little prayer that God direct me where He wants me. Thanks!!

I’m exhausted from my battle of wills with Chef, so I’m going to take a flu-induced nap. TTYL!