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If you’re a human being, you’re not spiritual.
Cring explains.
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends
Sensitize … September 2nd, 2020
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If you don’t use it, you need to lose it.
Cring explains why.
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Sensitize … August 24th, 2020
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Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Today: We’re taught to worship great figures in history instead of believing we can BE a great person of history.
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Sensitize … August 19th, 2020
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Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Today: We humans are compounds, not elements. Cring explains.
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Sensitize … July 17th, 2020
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Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Today: Humans don’t fit in the jungle, and they’re not ready for heaven. Cring talks about being just right for Earth.
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Sit Down Comedy … April 10th, 2020
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My doubt has a gooey center and my faith is a bit crusty.
There are times I feel more like a sympathizer than a believer.
All the Bible-reading and ministerial chats still leave a festering in my curious soul.
For you see, I have been all alone in the wilderness or driving a car late at night when an inspirational silliness caused me to speak to the quiet stillness, “God, are you there? Do you have a word for me?”
It happened again this morning.
My friends left to get groceries and I was all alone in the house. The street was quiet and there were no whistles and buzzes coming from my Internet connection.
A chill went down my spine. I felt so close to something.
So I spoke again. “God, are you there?”
There was no answer—just as there wasn’t in the forest primeval or my motor vehicle.
Immediately, I felt foolish and cheated. Both emotions vied for the authority over my heart.
Suddenly there was this tiny notion that became an idea and evolved into a full-fledged sensation.
“Does my faith have to come from God?”
Are you telling me that if there were no God, we couldn’t figure out, “Love your neighbor?” After all, it lessens the murder rate.
Do we require tablets of stone? What is the purpose of that high mountain?
Could I discover the truth of this planet, and eventually the universe, without a Sunday School teacher? Or is it necessary for me to suffer rebuke, endure reading boring holy passages or shiver at the threat of eternal damnation?
Or is it just obvious that you should leave your neighbor’s wife alone?
Do we really need a commandment to inform us not to kill, to be generous or help the helpless?
Is it really profitable to be scared witless in an attempt to understand the mind of God?
Doesn’t “created in His image” come with an accompanying conscience?
Here is the entire essence of belief:
You can’t do your own thing if your thing messes up someone else’s thing.
Killing sucks.
Selfish leaves you alone.
Oh, and by the way, the Creator loves you enough not to speak. Because if He spoke to one, every human would want a private audience. Then we would start counting words. How many did he speak to Edith? More than Harry? Was his tone sweeter with Joe than with Donald?
Great people don’t need to talk. Great people do.
And if you’re talking about the greatest Being in the universe, speaking could be an immense disadvantage.
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A friend of mine sat in a garden, pleading for his life. The answer came when the authorities arrived, arrested him, put him on trial and executed him.
How lonely he must have felt during his death.
How forsaken.
He was buried because he was confirmed dead.
But thirty-six hours later, he rose from that body and stepped out of his own grave.
It was an uncomfortable delay, but still … impressive.
Sit Down Comedy … April 3rd, 2020
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Eunice Buell was a Sunday School teacher for the junior high class at my church. Somewhere deep in her heart, I think Mrs. Buell liked me very much—maybe even found me entertaining.
But every once in a while, I sent her into a near-saintly tirade over some of my comments. She called them crude, unwarranted, hurtful, offending—and once even went so far as to say “vulgar.”
When I said something she did not approve of, she often turned to me (while simultaneously gesturing to the whole class) and said:
“Think before you speak. That’s what separates us from the animals.”
I didn’t have the heart to correct her and say, “Animals don’t speak.”
She expected us all to understand.
We did.
And we still do. There is no place you can go where “think before you speak” would not be considered a holy axiom, possibly even found somewhere in the Bible.
Because of this, we now have politicians who polish their lingo, scrubbing it of all possibility of controversy, while inserting enough lying to make sure the proclamation has some heft.
Our religionists require blind devotion from all followers, lest someone stand up and suggest that there are contradictions, or at least confusions, dwelling in the Holy of Holies.
Our corporations and businesses hire lawyers to develop statements placed at the bottom of the product in small print to protect the stockholders and investors against all liability.
And relationships—oh, dear God—relationships are riddled with a series of phrases used to manipulate one party into performing “your will”–without ever noticing that they’re sacrificing their individuality.
It spawns from the notion that humans are capable of perfecting themselves.
We aren’t.
The theory is permitted to exist so we can maintain our arrogance. But it is the emotions in our lives that need to be spoken, even though they are often raw and uneducated.
They are the real we feel.
Certainly, these thoughts fester with frustration and can frequently be proven wrong. But when we are the only ones correcting the language in our brains, we close the door to greater revelation being afforded us through discussion.
So without trying to cast myself in the role of renegade, I challenge each and every one of us to:
Speak before we think.
And since we know it comes out as raw ore—not gold—after we speak, we should be quiet.
Listen. Register the reactions. Ponder the possible contradictions.
Then we must do something that makes the human race truly unique:
Change our minds.
As a species, we are worthless to one another and an enemy of the Earth when we are incapable of recanting our initial feelings and replacing them with common sense.
Because once we change our minds, we can speak again.
And those who know us realize that we are not only sharing the truth with them as we feel it in the moment, but we have also alerted ourselves to gain new insight—and then verbalize our fresh discovery.
Thinking before you speak turns you into a self-editor.
No good writer should ever trust himself to be the sole editor.
Speaking before you think presents the emotion and heart which very well may be overwrought or even wrong.
Yet it provides the opportunity to inform those around you that you are fully aware of your imperfection—and prepared to be a student of the planet we share.
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