Please don't ever assume my Love of Jesus is traditional in ANY way.
See here: http://thechristlikechurch.blogspot.com/
Around Christ-mass time one of the pleasures my suburban zombie
sisters and brothers give themselves is an annual visit to DC to
do something for the poor - their not-my-family. It does wonders to
refresh their illusions that they are not Dead. Did you know that
Washington, DC, capitol of the wealthiest country in history,
in the US is:
#1 most powerful population of elites in the world!
#1 in concentration of the top 10 richest counties as suburbs (3) !!!!!!
#1 in child poverty!!!
#1 in mortality from HIV/AID!!!!
#1 in lowest life expectancy in the country!!!!!
See here:
DN! Washington, DC - 3rd World Capital
Well, anyway, at Christ-mass time they come out from their mansions
in their gated communities with their food bags, my zombie siblings,
or whatever, for we poor. One bag I got had a simple wooden Crucifix,
on the type of faux leather thong you'd use to make something
at summer camp. My $2.50 Crucifix I wear under my clothes, always,
but this one is larger and can go over my clothes. But about 3 weeks
ago it went missing. I looked everywhere. I was sooooo sad to lose it.
What magic draws me to these Crucifixes, and those on my head? Love.
Turns out that my beloved sister Connie found it, and I got it today.
Tears of Joy and Relief came toward my eyes. Why? A $.50 Cross.
Still moves me toward tears hours later.
Reminds me of the time 5 years or so ago my little Catholic sister and
I were in Texas on a business trip. Out of Love for her I attended her
Sunday Mass with her, and we were tapped to carry the chalice and Hosts up
to the alter. I sobbed and quaked uncontrollably. Brings tears
to my eyes whenever I think of it, like now.
Hmmmmm. I do so adore our brother Jesus. I do indeed. So did Gandhi.
He Loved us so.
See here: http://thechristlikechurch.blogspot.com/
Around Christ-mass time one of the pleasures my suburban zombie
sisters and brothers give themselves is an annual visit to DC to
do something for the poor - their not-my-family. It does wonders to
refresh their illusions that they are not Dead. Did you know that
Washington, DC, capitol of the wealthiest country in history,
in the US is:
#1 most powerful population of elites in the world!
#1 in concentration of the top 10 richest counties as suburbs (3) !!!!!!
#1 in child poverty!!!
#1 in mortality from HIV/AID!!!!
#1 in lowest life expectancy in the country!!!!!
See here:
DN! Washington, DC - 3rd World Capital
Well, anyway, at Christ-mass time they come out from their mansions
in their gated communities with their food bags, my zombie siblings,
or whatever, for we poor. One bag I got had a simple wooden Crucifix,
on the type of faux leather thong you'd use to make something
at summer camp. My $2.50 Crucifix I wear under my clothes, always,
but this one is larger and can go over my clothes. But about 3 weeks
ago it went missing. I looked everywhere. I was sooooo sad to lose it.
What magic draws me to these Crucifixes, and those on my head? Love.
Turns out that my beloved sister Connie found it, and I got it today.
Tears of Joy and Relief came toward my eyes. Why? A $.50 Cross.
Still moves me toward tears hours later.
Reminds me of the time 5 years or so ago my little Catholic sister and
I were in Texas on a business trip. Out of Love for her I attended her
Sunday Mass with her, and we were tapped to carry the chalice and Hosts up
to the alter. I sobbed and quaked uncontrollably. Brings tears
to my eyes whenever I think of it, like now.
Hmmmmm. I do so adore our brother Jesus. I do indeed. So did Gandhi.
He Loved us so.
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