What we do

There is some place, or idea, or different existence that people like to call Heaven. I've learned a whole lot about this place in my life, and I'm not sure that I'm any closer to understanding what people mean when they talk about it than I was when I was inducted into Christianity at a very young age. My wife and I were talking again, and this time we started to get into the nitty gritty of our religion.

She asked if anything matters in this crazed world if there is no after-life gaurantee that the righteous and upright get a better deal than they started out with. I asked her: "What difference does it make?" As a christian, my life should stand for the teachings of Jesus, the spirit of his message, and worrying about Heaven and Hell are simply not a part of what he has implored mankind to do. In fact, I could make a good argument that he doesn't want us to worry about them.

A friend of mine is always concerned about proving that Jesus was trying to build "The Kingdom" on earth, and that people get caught up in waiting for it to come instead of trying to make it present here and now. I guess that's the simplest way I can think to put it. Follow Jesus now, not in hope of things to come, but for the sake of everyone around you. IF we christians would actually try to follow Jesus, if all of us would, Heaven wouldn't really need to come to us. That's the way I see things, how about you?

Sincerely

I was driving home with my wife last night from a well earned trip home to Atlanta, GA. We talked about the trip for awhile, but the conversation quickly turned to more serious things. All of the personal details we plodded through are of little consequence, but we did discuss something important.

I have always wanted to be an honest man, for as long as I had a mind to care about such things at least. I suppose that my anger gets the best of me too often and my honesty can become cruel in the face of that anger. I have lived around many people that lie about a myriad of little things hoping that their little white lies will somehow make them more pleasant to be around, or more interesting than the other people around them. I'm not afraid to say that I find this kind of behavior juvenile at least, and often I find it downright disgusting.

That said, honesty without love is a dangerous thing. We, my wife and I, talked back and forth about this for awhile and I realized that what I need, what I really wish to be to others, is a sincere man. I want to show love to others, and I want to only be truthful with them. I need to get rid of my spite though. I suppose that last night it sounded a lot like sincerity to me as we talked about the need for honesty no matter what, and the equal need to be loving to the people around us. I'm exicted to see where this goes.

Cheers,

Patrick