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11/17/2005: "Al and Robin, and Jesus"
Here is more on them.....
One day they got all over us for not telling them we'd be spending the night away from home. Not that I know why even yet, but, get this.....
Robin had surgery and nobody told us. I found out when I went to visit five days later.
Al went to the hospital with a possible heart attack and stayed for two or three days. I had called them during that time and didn't get an answer or return call, but until umpteen people showed up at their house, we didn't know. Now, what are they trying to do? Die on us? Guess that isn't a nice thing to say, because at our age and theirs, it is definitely a possibility, but I feel so un-neighborly when things like that happen.
I know--I'm jealous of their new neighbors that eat with them all the time and walk in their house without knocking, even if they aren't home, and borrow their stuff and their money. I'm afraid Robin and Al love them more. That's it. Yep. That's it.
Well, we had group this morning and talked and prayed, and I'm supposed to kick old Satan out and not worry about other people's situations, but leave it up to God, so, that is that, I suppose.
Also a bit about David and how he keeps hanging around the peripherals and popping up at the least expected moments.... I blame Satan. I'll put the name on the temptation to hate and gossip. Be gone with it all, beneath the blood of Christ.
I read what I've written and it sounds spiteful, hateful, unkind. Is that who I am? Down under am I that kind of person? or is that not me, but a devil on my back injecting thoughts and attitudes that aren't really me, that have gone a long ways under many years ago? It's so easy to blame a devil, yet if I accept the attitude as mine, I'm denying the cleansing of Christ Jesus. I'm so so so so confused. Or am I? Must be I need to pray again, this time until the answer comes, huh?
I've read and run into too many self-proclaimed atheists lately that almost make me want to quit talking about Jesus, lest I set a bad example through faults that slip by all the best intentions.
Well, then I think again.... If I stop talking about Jesus, if I hide my faith and soul, that is even worse... these folks know that I'm Christian, blessed, without my saying so. That means I MUST say so, or be even more of a hypocrite than I would be if I didn't say so. After all, if there were no strife, there would be no need. If life were too easy, we could handle it all on our own. If we handled it all on our own, we wouldn't need God, and then Satan shall have won, 100% with no effort on his part, and really none on ours. Just big fat laziness.
Oh... in the MNID today the "joke" is about who wants to go to heaven anyway if you gotta hang out with Jerry Falwell and George Bush and Pat Robertson, etc. Ummmmmm........ I'm gonna hang out with Jesus.
I don't recall if I ever posted the dream I had where I met Jesus. I might just briefly mention it again.... He was in a church office with a phone and all, working. When I stopped in, He looked at me, chatted a while, said He loved me and kissed me. It's all I needed. I felt healed and whole, and as I left, He went on working. Well at least I know what Jesus looks like and will recognize Him in Heaven. Plus I know He loves me, because He told me so in those very words.
Oh, Dad.... Jesus wasn't wearing a bathrobe like you said He would be.
