I did take a time out in my daily routine to enjoy a cup of coffee and listen to the local and national news. Have I been not listening? How can so much junk take place within a week or two of my nonsocial networking?!
I'll spare you my grief of world issues. And I'll spare you the dozen stories that had my skin covered in goosebumps and chills.
But I can not spare you the one national story that just completely had my emotions rattled.
Death is a time for mourning and yet to celebrate the life of our loved one who past.
Funerals can be formal, they can be private and depending on the culture last for days.
Funerals should be respected- please do not rubberneck when driving past the funeral service.
Funerals should be a time for family and friends to have no interruption from outsiders.
Then why would a christian based church- a place where people claim to love God and others (maybe I missed when they claimed to love others) raid, yes raid a funeral for ones son?
What genetic makeup do these people have? I ask myself.
I was numb. I was sickened. I too felt raided.
During a recent service, our Pastor spoke bluntly of these "christians".
It was reassuring to know that Pastor S. too felt raided. How can you claim to walk with Jesus, believe in God and have pure hatred in your heart?
Are we not to love our neighbor? Are we without shame? Are we without sin?
If you have a moment..... link onto my friends blog Blah Blah Blah.
His post from 9/25/10 "Street Corner Talkin' " is a good read.
I'm done - I'll step down from my soapbox and walk away from my little corner on the brick lined street. But before I walk away.... is it possible for us to truly, unconditionally love our neighbor? No matter his or her race, color or religion?