You don’t believe what you are telling me. You call it the “Truth”, the Good News.
You have your iPad to log in your time with me to get credit for your hours in the ministry, and keep your status in the ranks.
You have your Bible and your scriptures ready via your iPad. Your shoulders are arched in, you are beaten down in spirit and energy, your heart is blocked, you are working your today for a possible tomorrow you don’t believe in.
Why are you doing this? Why is your mouth telling me this, your books, magazines and handy scripture are speaking something that you clearly do not feel. You want me to read it, believe it, be saved by it, and find the truth of it, but you don’t breath it, feel it, vibrate of it and actually truly believe it, i can clearly see “it”.
So shall I placate, patronize, listen politely? Shall I pretend to believe, shall I tell you the Truth I know? What in this moment does my heart, my soul truly seeing your, do and continue to be true?
You are doing what your “”head of household” wants you to do, you are doing what they say is to do in order to spread the good news of Jehovah. You fear being shunned and losing contact with your 5 children, your life, your family, your friends. You plod along collecting hours of those of us saying no I have my own faith. This gets you credit, and in the ranks you get to stay.
You listen politely but you do not hear, you are not open to what I believe for me as strongly as w
hat you claim to believe for you. You are viciously, yet politely convinced that your way is the only Truth and the only road to life after death, to paradise on Earth. Though I know for certain that we all live again, and have before. You are not open to what I know for certain for me. You are not open to what I have learned, know, feel and you sit across from me trying to convince me of the truth that your heart does not feel.
hat you claim to believe for you. You are viciously, yet politely convinced that your way is the only Truth and the only road to life after death, to paradise on Earth. Though I know for certain that we all live again, and have before. You are not open to what I know for certain for me. You are not open to what I have learned, know, feel and you sit across from me trying to convince me of the truth that your heart does not feel.
You do not believe a woman can speak to a “congregation” of something so sacred as Jehovah, yet you come to my work, to my home, to my car and you force scripture on me, force information I don’t want, leave guilt trips and shambles of shame. And for me to be polite and listen you take this as a chance to “Save Me” and next time you go further, dig deeper, push harder and all the while I know, I see, I feel for certain that your heart has not accepted what your mouth speaks.
Your mind does not believe the words your lips use to betray your heart so blatantly.
You scurry off, after logging me into your time machine. I know you will be back soon. No, No thank you. I am strong in my Faith I don’t want you here, well nothing polite or impolite works. You will be back and we will repeat."
~ Ramblings from Reverend Crystal Cox.
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