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)



Chef Likes To Make An Impression

When Chef and I moved to Oklahoma 9 years ago, neither of us had any clue how different our lives would become. Being largely from

Back then, Chef belonged to a club called BTU, but that club is now defunct, and most of the members now belong to this club — Callejeros. Chef went on to join a 1%er group, as most of you know by now.

big cities, Chicago and San Antonio, we had not noticed just how closed off we had become. Our adult lives had become so routine, working during the day, eating dinner at night, going to bed, and starting all over again in the morning.

All of that changed one day when I bought Chef a motorcycle, and within a month, we suddenly were making friends. It was a rather odd awakening for me, realizing just how closed off Chef and I had been all these years, and I have to admit, I was nervous about letting people into our lives. But Chef was just eating it up, and I eventually relaxed enough to make a few friends myself.

We really hit it off with another couple that I will call Brett and Sunny. They had been married a little longer than Chef and me, had raised two kids to adulthood, and had similar senses of humor. We spent a lot of time before the accident with them.

One day, we were out taking a joy ride on our motorcycles, when we all decided to go back to our house. Brett and Sunny had never been to our home….In fact, no one really had. Yes, we were that secretive.

So, Chef led our little group, and soon it became clear to me that we weren’t actually going the right way. We were travelling through Tulsa‘s more up-scale neighborhoods. I remember thinking that Chef was trying to impress Brett by showing off the well-off neighborhood located right next to our rather lower middle class one. Silly, I thought, but I went along.

Finally, Chef turned into a really large, fancy gate with initials weaved into the top, and down a long, long winding driveway,surrounded by immaculately groomed lawns and flower beds, surrounded by majestic, sculpture like trees,  up to a mansion that went on for days. Here is a picture of what it kind of looked like:

Getting off the bike, he told Brett, ” Just leave the bikes here. I’ll have someone move them to the garage.”

Brett and Sunny could barely keep their mouths from hanging open as they dismounted and began following Chef to the front door. Right before he got to the door, Chef burst out laughing.

“Just kidding….This isn’t our house..,” he could barely get the words out, he was laughing so hard.

Brett and Sunny started laughing nervously at first, and then really, really hard.

We got back on the bikes and drove down the large driveway, out the fancy gates, and left behind the gorgeous neighborhood, heading back to the real world. It was a pretty funny moment for me.

I always wonder if there had been anyone in the mansion, and if there had been, what had they thought seeing a patched set of bikers who obviously were club members, drive their motorcycles up to the front door, turn the bikes off, have a conversation where everyone is laughing hysterically, and then get on the bikes and leave just as mysteriously as they had appeared… I know it would have freaked me out anyways, probably for weeks to come.    🙂

— Bird