A Different Voice

I’m taking a different approach yet again today. A friend sent this link to me knowing I would enjoy it. And I very much did. So much that I felt I needed to share it with you all. Now, keep in mind I don’t agree with all of it, but I do agree with quite a bit of it. I especially like the fact that he stopped believing in God before giving up the idea of Santa. It’s usually the other way around. But with no further ado, here is a writing by one of my favorite comedians. Ricky Gervais. Read, and please, let’s discuss.


Also, if you haven’t seen it yet, check out ‘The Invention of Lying”. This film actually shows just how silly a lot of it sounds when you really look at it. And it’s just plain funny.


Barbara Downs Repost

Today is a change from my normal post subject. I posted this last year in honor of my mom, and it was one of my most popular posts. So, I thought I would repost it for Mother’s day once again. Here’s to all the great Mothers, Mommies, Moms, Mas, and Matriarchs!

My mom. The strongest, bravest, most amazing person I have ever known. She gave me a home and a wonderful family when she adopted me, and proceeded to view me as her own blood to such an extent, she once forgot that I was adopted. Imagine that. A mother loving her child so much, that she forgets I didn’t physically come from her. I had to remind her!

She raised my two big sisters and I on almost nothing. I drove her to the office to do all the paperwork to start recieving social security checks. They gave her a printout of her tax claims over her entire life. When I saw what she was making while raising us, I almost cried. Literally! Seeing that, I knew she had to have sacrificed every personal want so that she could provide what we, her children, needed.

Can you imagine doing that? No going to movies. No drinks with friends. No nice clothes. She never even toyed with the idea of dating. We were her entire focus. We were her entertainment. We were her future. Nothing else mattered to her, except the safety, health, and betterment of her children.

In turn, she is our hero. She made us laugh. She sang our silly little songs with us while taking family drives through the country. (“There’s more corn, there’s more corn, there’s more corn on the cobbie, cobbie!”) She showed us that it didn’t take money to be happy. She was our world. She is the person we always knew would be there when we needed her. She is the perfect definition of  “Mother”. When you look the word up in the dictionary, there should be a picture of Barbara Downs.

She’s in her mid-seventies now. Retired and tired. Enjoying not having to go anywhere or see anyone she doesn’t want to.(“I’m in my seventies now. I know enough people. I don’t need to meet any new ones.”) Enjoying being a grandmother to my sister’s daughter. Enjoying the first time in her life, since she was an early teen, that she doesn’t have to go to work ever again. She loves her movies, her “stories” (soap operas), and taking unexpected naps in her Lazyboy. She deserves every second of her retirement. She has no idea how to use the internet, and doesn’t care to. She, sort of, knows how to use a dvd player, but is still a little afraid of breaking it if she touches it. And, although she has taken to texting, tHe TExts ThaT i gET FroM HER Can soMEtIMEs lOOk QUitE Odd, but I still get the message. She loves me and continually misses seeing her son when I’m not there.

So, on this day for all mothers, instead of my normal ranting and raving, I dedicate this post to Mom. The most wonderful, happy inducing person I know. Even though you’ll never read this (note the lack of internet use mentioned earlier), thank you. I am who I am today because of you.

Alright, I need to go call her now, or I’ll be in trouble.

Easter For Sale

So, Easter came and went in yet another year, and yet again, was uneventful. No great epiphanies. No sage wisdom from above. Plenty of church signs telling me ‘He is arisen’, and ‘He walks among us’, but someone really needs to point Him out to me. I seem to keep missing running into Him. It’s like John Lennon stated, “He’s got to be good lookin’, cause He’s so hard to see!” Yeah…..come together over someone you can’t see. That makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?

Now, I did see quite a bit of other things people were coming together around. Chocolate eggs, chocolate bunnies, and chocolate flowers were everywhere in our Capitalist country. (I, luckily, got something more fitting to my personal tastes. I got a chocolate monkey for Easter………jealous much!?) Plenty of cards, candy, and toys were gracing the aisles of the convenience stores, groceries, and drug stores that I entered throughout the holiday, but not many reminders of the god in human form that I was taught was the whole reason for the extra day off. I mean, yeah, if you hang out in a church or the likes, that little figure who looks strikingly like a fit Ted Nugent on a cross, is everywhere. But, as it seems to me, outside of sites of worship, and the several poorly acted out made for T.V. movies that air all day, you don’t see much of ‘The Savior of Man’ anywhere else. Sort of like regular, everyday life. Just a lot more chocolate involved.

That really doesn’t bother me all that much. God wasn’t originally a part of the party to begin with. This is simply a result of Christianity hijacking yet another heathen celebration, and injecting God into it. It was a ‘Hey, it’s my birthday too!’ type of situation. This has been done, as far as I can tell, because the secular, Pagan celebrations were more popular. More fun. More lively. Something people actually enjoyed. Is it any wonder God got lost in the midst of that? People were already celebrating the fruits of life renewed in the spring. Things that seemed dead all winter came back to life! Trees, flowers, and crops that wouldn’t grow for months now bloomed once again in all their natural glory. The world became green and alive again. That was something they could see. They had physical evidence of it. And they celebrated it. They didn’t need any other reason. Yes, they had to work hard and toil in their fields to make it beneficial, but according to the believers, all their work was for naught if God’s will didn’t allow the land to be fruitful. This message comes across to me as a huge ‘Tsk tsk tsk! Why are you celebrating the land, you savages? You shouldn’t celebrate your hard work and diligence. This is God’s doing, not  yours!’ Kind of a downer, right?

I know the community of believers will see all of this commercialism involved as a horrible warping of their sacred holiday, but to me it just the opposite. The date is being reclaimed by the secular overtones that it originally started out with. This, my friends, parallels the whole debate about taking the phrase, ‘under God’ out of the American Pledge of Allegiance. It wasn’t there to begin with (‘Under God’ was added in 1953, in case you didn’t know.), what’s the big deal about it returning to its original form. As far as I can see, removing God  wouldn’t change the beneficial pluses of either of them. Easter Sunday would still be filled with fun, excitement, and joy. The ‘Pledge’ would still show loyalty to the country we live in.  With no religious connotations involved in either case, we’d have one less thing to fight over while we should be celebrating! And here’s the kicker! Anyone who wants to include Him still can. That’s the beauty of a free country. And we are still a free country, aren’t we?

Hail, Hail, The Witch Is Dead!

In the belief of the Christian faith, Jesus died for our sins. Unfortunately, many people who believe this use it in a manner that I don’t think, if it were true, the act was intended for. Example: In the midst of me trying to remind ‘Christians’ that celebrating a man’s death, no matter who the man is, is not good Christian behavior, believers have stated to me that there is nothing wrong with them celebrating in the streets with the death of a terrorist leader. Their reason? They aren’t perfect. They are sinners. But that’s why Jesus died on the cross, so it’s no biggie.

Yes, I know I’m not using their exact words, but that’s how it comes across when someone tries to tell someone else that right now, at this moment they are doing something that God doesn’t want them to do and the response is essentially ‘Jesus died so I could have these moments!’ instead of saying ‘That’s right! I should stop.’

Think of it in a sense of WWJD. Do you think there is any situation whatsoever that Jesus would celebrate any man’s death? Didn’t think so. So when someone (especially someone who doesn’t believe in God, since you say you are trying to help bring people to Him, not repel them from Him.) points out that you are doing the exact opposite of what you should be doing according to your belief system, don’t tell them it’s O.K. this time because we are all sinners and Jesus died for our sins. Instead, actually make a case for your side and do what your God wants you to do. Otherwise, you are not only misrepresenting your ‘beliefs’, but you are making Jesus more of a scapegoat rather than a savior.