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“Summarize that.”
“Make it shorter.”
“Fewer words, please.”
“No one will read anything that long.”
“How about just a tweet?”
I, for one, believe there’s a certain amount of charm in finding fewer words to express ideas. But sometimes, we just want less because we don’t want to hear more.
I smile when I hear writers begin articles with, “There’s so much to say…”
There may be much to say, but there’s a great need to scrunch it together and pitch it to the American public in a way that mingles thoughtfulness and good cheer.
You may or may not agree. But even though I realize great books have taken hundreds of chapters and billions of words to express eternal ideas, I must tell you, the appetite is gone for such mental munching.
So I need to be concise. Like:
“Take care of things and things will take care of you.”
The minute I start adding an explanation to this, I will probably lose my audience.
Another example:
“If you’re gonna to be mean, you’re gonna get mean, if you know what I mean.”
Once your head stops spinning from the overuse of the word “mean,” maybe you’ll get a good chuckle. But will it inspire you to stop being nasty to the world around you?
How about this?
“Don’t start a war if you aren’t willing to die.”
That may get a few “oohs and ahhs” from readers. But absent the recitation of the history of war’s futility, it might fall on deaf ears.
I did find one exception. It’s a premise that needs no explanation—an idea that does not require a series of verified testimonials.
Of all the things that have ever been said and all the things that have ever been written, this is the only principle that really needs to be followed.
“Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy.”
For the sake of our discussion today, let us transform it:
To get mercy, give mercy.
We all need mercy. It’s why we invented the phrase, “unconditional love.” But you see, love without mercy is not only conditional, but is doomed to be temporary.
Mercy is what love becomes when we find out the truth about each other.
I love the definition of mercy:
A decision to become compassionate when it is in our power to do harm.
No word sums up the basic daily, fluid need of the human race more than mercy.
Love works beautifully when mercy is honored.
But love becomes discontented, frustrated and wounded if judgment is used instead of mercy.
It disappeared for a while during the Dark Ages.
Inkles of it sprouted to the surface, welcoming in the Renaissance.
Rephrased, it showed up in a document proposing freedom: “All men are created equal.”
Another hundred years and it’s found in an inauguration speech: “With malice toward none and charity for all.”
Unfortunately, in our time, mercy is deemed weakness.
But only mercy has the power to open the world to the freedom of living a lifespan without being killed in a war.
Isn’t that amazing?
Throughout the entire history of humankind, there were always wars to interrupt the lifespan of young men who might have lived to be old and wise but perished in combat.
War is foolishness when mercy is available.
Mercy does not allow our enemies to walk over the top of us—but mercy is fully aware that in defeating them, we more than likely will have to live with them afterwards. We should act accordingly.
There is no statement that is better suited to the human race: “give mercy, get mercy.”
Give mercy to the Earth and protect Mother Nature. You will get mercy.
Give mercy to your husband or wife and you will get mercy.
Give mercy to the animal kingdom and only deplete their ranks by what you absolutely need. You will get mercy.
Give mercy to your enemies for their clumsy attempts to frighten you. You will get mercy.
This is our universal slogan: Give mercy, get mercy.
Having the ability to inflict pain and harm, we choose mercy.
And because we choose mercy, when pain and harm come our way and we are due punishment, she has permission to step in and save us.
G-Poppers … March 16th, 2018
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First, arriving at the restaurant, having the greeter seat you. And then the server comes by and sets the whole evening in motion by asking the question, “Can I get your order?”
Of course, if you are a veteran of the cuisine, you know there is an order. First comes the drink, then the salad, entree, dessert, concluding with the check and tip. Candidly, the management doesn’t like it when you get it out of order. Matter of fact, you could be corrected.
Likewise, G-Pop has realized there is an order to this journey. Perhaps we should have learned it by now but there’s so much confusion–and there are too many people who want to get dessert before their salad. So we get confused.
Just as a restaurant visit is “drink, salad, entrée, dessert and then check,” in our time on Earth, we have to discover the correct order for: me, God, people, science and animals.
Simply placing one of these pieces in the wrong position can send us awry. And by awry, G-Pop means a bewilderment which settles into our souls because something doesn’t seem right.
What should come first? There are dangers.
If you start off with God you become too religious. That soon makes you intolerant of people and sometimes even grumpy about including science in the family at all.
Those who begin the order with science often find it necessary to negate a Creator, and over the years may grow weary with people, ending up giving the bulk of their charity to animal rights organizations.
Should we begin with people? That can be a real mouse trap–especially when people act like rats.
How about if we just negate the whole mess and dedicate our lives to animals? They may be cute but they are still beasts, because they bite–sometimes when you least expect it.
So just as a journey to your local bistro is an adventure requiring some basic understanding, being a quality human being certainly means you need to be able to answer the question, “Can I take your order?”
What is your order? G-Pop is curious.
When considering “me” (yourself), God, people, science (Mother Nature) and animals, what sequence works for you?
The choices you make and the order they’re in determine the abundance of your heart–and therefore control your speech and interaction with others.
G-Pop would love to hear from some of his children on this subject. Rather than rattling on about it this week, he’ll wait and see what people have to say.
So in closing, from G-Pop: Can I take your order, please?
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