When Hate Is Loved

….history repeats itself as nothing is learned.


Coming home from a hard day’s work, I listen to the rhetoric that plagues our country. I love the drive, a peaceful little back road. The groundhogs sit up and watch as I pass and the deer graze along the shoulder. It’s like driving back through time. The trees sway and shadows my drive on this hot summer afternoon, giving me comfort on the ride home. A passing wave from an oncoming car whom you don’t know, tells they’re enjoying their ride home too. But the rhetoric on the radio, well….it’s another world out there.

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There’s no hurry driving down a winding road; no traffic jams. It’s just me with God sitting beside me. Arriving home to my manicured lawn, the roses greet me. My tired bones rejuvenate by the intertwined pinks and reds. Wow! What a gorgeous sight!

So another day comes to an end; no one died, not a shot was fired, and my boss even chuckled about our way of life. God, I love my life. Even my future looks promising. Another beautiful sunset, too, with shades that are indescribable.

Sitting down to dinner and saying grace, it’s the same old story in the background. “These people hate those people” and, “politically correct” is headline news. Those that said grace together now stand on opposite sides, swearing and throwing stones. A tear comes as we bow our heads and hold hands. Grace is all God asks for.

For the love of God, I can’t imagine anything constructive derived from hate! Memories are removed from town square. God won’t bless the hell that’s born when hate is loved. Looking for comfort as the bloody are posted on the internet, I wonder…. if it were Christ, would those posing as gladiators carry Bibles instead?

The night now reigns and God deems who’s worthy. The bloodshed in the streets now becomes the statue. And history repeats itself as nothing is learned. We’re reminded of the eternal flame that burns for those who gave their all. They never had the chance to see that sin plastered in the early morning light.

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My God shows no mercy on those that loves hate….their days are numbered. They’ll never find the peace that comes in the afternoon leaving work; as the little groundhog sits up and says, “God loves you”; or the waving hand showing “brotherly love”.

 


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Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. (1 John 2:9)

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, (Matthew 5:44)

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)

 


Editor’s Notes:

Did You Know???

Battle flags become totems for the men who served under them, for their sacrifices. They assume emotional significance for soldiers’ families and their descendants. Anyone today hoping to understand why so many Americans consider the flag an object of hatred must understand its status as a memorial to the Confederate soldier. These flags will always be contentious symbols as long as people still argue about the Civil War, its causes and its conduct.

Kappa Alpha was a fraternity that introduced Confederate symbols into collegiate life. It was in the hands of students that the flag burst onto the political scene in 1948.

Truckers, motorcycle riders and “good ol’ boys” (most famously depicted in the popular television show The Dukes of Hazzard) gave the flag a new meaning that transcends the South and even the United States.

We know that we must study the flag’s entire history if we wish to understand the history that is happening around us today.

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Empty Memories

Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. turmoil of emotional child abuse


emotional abuse 2In the quiet evening, your mind strays to younger days. Nestled in the love seat, you think about the lonely life that has lead you down the paths of disillusion. There in the confusion, disconnection is a way of life. Heart wrenching, love was in limited supply; not much to go around and rationed like a commodity. It was not associated with warmth but instead, related to the flowers or gardens.

You would sit in your room and play by yourself. Looking out the window, your mother is in her polka dotted blouse, dark slacks, and her garden gloves. She loves her tomatoes and corn on the cob. You just watched …. sitting inside. She never knew the love you desired or saw devotion because it was all about money – how much dad could bring home. You were too young to understand but you knew that love wasn’t suppose look like that. Looking back, you never heard, “I love you”, as you went off to school or while saying your prayers at my bedside.

Animosity seemed to rule the roost. You listened to your friends as they shared their stories on the way to school. They went out over the weekend and as you knocked on their door, you knew they would not be home.

You would have given anything for your parents to include you in their plans. But to throw a ball or enroll you in a curriculum outside of the classroom wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, you would come home and play while most of your friends played at the beach. Softball was the sport.

Yes, it’s sad as those from broken homes look back. You swore you would never do that to your own children. Now those days are long gone too and all that’s left are voids. Not even the scrapbook recalls the love ….. just tarnished empty pages. The snapshots are faded memories you just as soon forget.

For now, life is all but over; the mid-drift spreads and the hair turns gray. Thoughts are all that’s left, like trash to be thrown away. And here you sit as life goes on.

 


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Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. (Psalm 127:3)

Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. (Colossians 3:21)

Whoever troubles his own household will inherit the wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise of heart. (Proverbs 11:29)

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)

 

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Editor’s Notes:

Signs of Emotional Child Abuse:

 

  • Not showing affection.
  • Ignoring the child’s presence and obvious needs.
  • Ignoring the child when he or she is in need of comfort.
  • Not calling the child by his or her name.
  • Making the child feel unwanted, perhaps by stating or implying that life would be easier without the child. For example, a parent may tell a child, “I wish you were never born.”
  • Ridiculing or belittling the child, such as saying, “You are stupid.”
  • Threatening the child with harsh punishment or even death.
  • Continuous verbal abuse.
  • Comparing the child to siblings or peers.
  • Blaming the child for family problems.

 

Ignoring children’s needs, putting them in unsupervised, dangerous situations, or making a child feel worthless or stupid is child abuse. The result is serious emotional harm. But there is help available!

Parental Alienation Awareness Organization: http://www.paawareness.com

Prevent Child Abuse America: 1-800-CHILDREN or preventchildabuse.org
http://www.preventchildabuse.org/images/docs/emotionalchildabuse.pdf

 

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The Color of Greed

No Christians would ever conjure up such a story of hate and disloyalty….


Today, like most days, I started off on a positive note – blue sky and lots of sun. Feeling the power from above, the world needs to be at peace. At least I wish it was so. Driving to work, a melody came that I heard in church. Funny, though, I couldn’t remember the name of it but I hummed it anyway.  No one heard, thank God! I pulled into the driveway. I was the first one there; no sense waiting. I’ll get started without them, I thought to myself.  That was until I realized what I needed at home.

My mood changed as the morning seemed to be disrupted.  The phone rang and the color of the whole world had gone cold.  In my ear, I heard the most bizarre thing I could have imagined. No Christian would ever conjure up such a story of hate and disloyalty to their own sibling.  Like the headline news, the title read, ” Personal Rep absconds with the whole estate”.  I couldn’t believe my ears!  Trying to focus on the job at hand, it gave me little hope. The outcome looked so bleak. I thought, for the love of God, how could a God fearing, church-going Christian, ever treat a little sister as though she never existed? But he did just that!

Arriving home, distraught from the news, the only logical answer was the “Color of Greed,” defrauding your family after their mother’s passing. God must have reserved a special spot for you , IN HELL, I thought . So I sat and listened as you reiterated this farce- a crime so obtrusive, not even could a mother love. The Color of Greed, where money is all that matters and a family is shattered.  The horrible truth is how funds were misused and insurance was pilfered like pocket change.

An attorney was hired but the pieces reminded him of a scrabble board and political correctness overruled. I thought, how evil could a man’s mind work and never allowing God to intervene into his heart?  Here, for sure, Satan conquered and the laws that are broken are a Catch-22.  I held you as the tears swelled, trying to comfort you, for I knew God had to be in this somewhere. I thought about your poor mother who would have killed if she new the truth!

The melee altered the Will even though the Trust was clear.  Though no one saw it, the loans will close and the innocent buyers will never know that this altercation was such a farce. Since then, another close friend has found himself amongst some living that wish he, too, were dead. It amazes me that you never see the real identity of a person until someone passes away, and then — it’s too late! The color of GREED is everywhere.