Saturday, February 28, 2015

Living in Loompaland



"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."
The jury is still out on who this quote belongs to....but it is full of truth. I know people mean well, they want peace and love and harmony, and so do I. If we listen, just for a second, to one who has been dubbed in history as the wisest of Kings, a great lesson can be learned and victory over evil won. 

"There is a time for everything under the sun...a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing...a time to love, and a time to hate...a time for war, and a time for peace." Ecc 3

Think about it for a second. All of the "Do not judge"..."No one has the right to judge"...Only God can judge" comments that people say in their pursuit of peace and love are well meaning, but are somewhat unbiblical and clear the way for evil to prevail. Those who say them are also doing the exact thing they are condemning...making a judgement. It's unavoidable and necessary.

We are obviously not supposed to pass judgement on others in a proud, hurtful, uninformed and vigilante kind of way...that is a given...no argument there. God has much to say about our propensity to do that and harshly condemns that kind of behavior. I don't see a need to blog the idea and verses to support that...plenty abound. Does that mean that we must then sit back, do nothing, allow everything and wait for God to clean up evil for us? Heaven help us if we implore everyone to stop judging. You have to examine yourself to see if you are too heavy on the bad attitude side or too heavy on the free love side. As Charlie's Chocolate Factory illustrates, even the good citizens of Loompaland  knew when to put away the childlike fun and admit that it served Mike Teavee right to have been shrunk by the television.

Hitler needed to be judged. ISIS must be judged. Child abusers must be judged. Thieves, bullies, liars and selfish people must be judged. I'm guessing that dealing with a selfish child is much easier to do than to wait until he is a Hitler to deal with. An ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure. It is impossible to do this without making a judgement. We can barely function in a world full of parents, police, lawyers and judges. Political correctness and fear of man allow evil to run rampant. How can we possibly believe that good and peace will prevail in a judgement free world? Mind boggling.

 One little, powerful, crucial verse...

"Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment.” John 7:24

I have said it before...know the difference between the words JUDGE and JUDGMENTAL. We must have the first, but never with the latter. Our attitude is the problem, not the act of calling out a truth. Please call out the truth. The world desperately needs the truth, the truth according to the Word of God. Everything else is merely opinion...fluid and formless...insecure and useless. 

Please judge. We desperately need people to judge...but with a righteous judgement. Don't judge with opinion and a self-righteous attitude, with anger, hatred and vindictiveness, but with integrity, compassion and the fear of God. Everyone, from those appointed and sitting on thrones to mothers cradling future rulers, please speak truth while we still have the legal right to...and even after we lose that right. If we stop truthful tongues at the level of the commoner, we will stop it at the top...where the Jews and slaves were freed. It is not always the commoners' right to take action against an evil, that is what we have a judicial system for, but for Heavens' sake, use your voice, use your own life and practices to proclaim truth from a mountaintop. May your loving voice and holy behavior judge "...the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." Ephesians 6:12

It is not flesh and blood we are fighting. It is a cowardly, evil force that hides behind and uses our brothers and sisters to do it's biding. Remembering this helps to foster the judgmental free judging we are called to do.




Sunday, February 15, 2015

Two Shades of Pink (sorry...couldn't resist)




Color is very important to me. Not sure why, but it is. I guess that is why I love to paint. I can control and reproduce color harmony to my heart's content! It's an impotent, canvas kingdom I rule...but I love it there. Sometimes, it is too important...like on my wedding day. My bridesmaids' dresses were kind of a denim blue floral (I also have a denim obsession) and I wanted a soft peach color for the flowers. We were VERY clear to the florist...peach, NOT PINK. I also have a bit of a hate on for pink. They showed us samples...they wrote it in bold letters on the order form....they assured this dreamy bride to be with a Obsessive Color Disorder. The morning of my wedding, a garden of uninvited pink flowers arrived...with the exception of the flowers girl's bouquet...a beautiful handful of peach. Did I cry? No. Did I obsess? A little...but I overcame and didn't let the botanical tragedy ruin the day. The pictures have immortalized the visual pain and continue to remind me that this is not my home...there will be no pink in Heaven.

Ironically, my dear husband, when we first began to date, Christmas gifted me with a beautiful angora type sweater. It was pink. Not just one shade of pink, but two!! We were just getting to know each other then. He was not aware of my shadey secrets and for that reason, I wore the sweater with pride and focused on it's soft texture for comfort. Much sweater culling has happened in my closet over the years, and every time I pick up that dusty, rosey gesture of love, I return it to it's proper place...the keepsake part of my closet. Sometimes special things must be treasured in your heart rather than flaunted for the world to see. That's how I justify it anyway.

Yesterday, Valentines Day, my family and I were shopping and my 13 year old son, stealthily bought me a beautiful, single rose to surprise and nurture me. Overtaking the awesome fragrance was it's color...an unbelievably soothing peach. He wasn't at my wedding and I don't think he pays much attention to my nostalgic stories, but my husband was with him when he made the purchase. He knows me well now and his act of love, standing tall in the background did not go unappreciated. I would have loved a pink rose just as much from my sweet teen, but his father's intimate knowledge of my desires and memories was kind of a romantic message. Without a word, he said, "I remember our wedding day...and even your silliest concerns are important to me."

I have a feeling that all those pink roses of yesteryear are being replaced...one by one...year after year...until the bad visual memory fades forever. It's a tough life without a little of your favorite colors :)