Mr. Ed
Be what you is not what you what you ain’t
- Location
- Central NY
Do you recall the day of the church when entire communities subscribed to and attend? Churches and religion were the central meeting place for most comunities. Church/religion were thought to be good and wholesome lessons for a morale lifestyle, that builds character by putting the fear of god into the undeveloped minds of children and adults. Ministries thrived bringing the gospel to undeveloped and third world countries
My dad’s ministry fed into his need for recognition and narcissistic behavior. Every town and community we lived they all knew and favored my above ordinary citizens so much his refusal to be a father effectively drove a wedge between us and them. We were to support him visibly at all church functions, the community and at home despite his absence from home.
My mother was his biggest fan, however, she made him feel like child, he confided to me on his death bed, as a last ditch effort to excuse his absence from family life. If he only talked to me rather than trying to catch me doing something wrong, my childhood would have been so much better. Low and behold his obsession with his image in the community prevented him from being a father and friend to me.
I listen and I am bored.I have heard the good news a thousand times and it has not changed. Jesus loves me this I know. It is the flood of perpetual persuasion in praise music, hymns, and the message that influence people to become believers. Let’s not forget faith and imagination that convinces people there is truth in Jesus.
Maybe an overexposure to the unfailable truth has made me skeptical enough to question the Bible, Christianity and faith to realize it is all hearsay without an ounce of proof outside of people's minds.
My dad’s ministry fed into his need for recognition and narcissistic behavior. Every town and community we lived they all knew and favored my above ordinary citizens so much his refusal to be a father effectively drove a wedge between us and them. We were to support him visibly at all church functions, the community and at home despite his absence from home.
My mother was his biggest fan, however, she made him feel like child, he confided to me on his death bed, as a last ditch effort to excuse his absence from family life. If he only talked to me rather than trying to catch me doing something wrong, my childhood would have been so much better. Low and behold his obsession with his image in the community prevented him from being a father and friend to me.
I listen and I am bored.I have heard the good news a thousand times and it has not changed. Jesus loves me this I know. It is the flood of perpetual persuasion in praise music, hymns, and the message that influence people to become believers. Let’s not forget faith and imagination that convinces people there is truth in Jesus.
Maybe an overexposure to the unfailable truth has made me skeptical enough to question the Bible, Christianity and faith to realize it is all hearsay without an ounce of proof outside of people's minds.
