I have a rant just dying to get out. People like to generalize. "No one has manners anymore." Young people have no respect for their elders. "Churches don't teach the Bible anymore." None of these statements are true. While they contain truth, these facts do not apply to everyone. When we generalize, we consontrate on the problems outside our circle and miss the problems we have in ourselves. It also can be pretty discouraging to polite kind young men and women when the people they are suppose to respect make them feel worthless. I get it. As you age, you begin to feel overlooked, forgotten, and tired. Why don't they listen? Give the young ones a chance because they need your wisdom, your compassion, and your stories. For my other part, there are still Bible teaching churches. There are third generation Christains. On that, it feels like choosing between the Pharasees and the Sadducees. The Pharisees cling to their traditions at all costs. The Sadducees reject those traditions and make up their own truths. Yet they are both wrong! When Jesus told his disciples the most important commandments there were only two. "...Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart soul, and mind. ...And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself." So which one are you? Do I know my Bible? Do I speak the truth? I fail so often. I hope this makes you think too.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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