SENSITIZE 79
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Today: You can’t have compassion for others until you’ve had compassion for yourself.
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Sit Down Comedy … February 21st, 2020
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Counting Sheepish
I took a stroll
Through my soul
A worthy quest indeed
I do declare
‘Twas quite a scare
To stumble upon such greed
“Goddamn the Earth”
Of my natural birth
I am often heard to say
God forgive my weakness
Without the meekness
Of those who truly pray
For you are wrong
And don’t belong
In my tiny vision
But I can lie
And often cry
In the throes of indecision
My life is right
Yours a fright
I eat up all the grace
You must be contrite
And bring forth light
Or I’ll be in your face
Yet I made a start
In my heart
To be a kinder being
But my patience is thin
Exposes my sin
A blind man, never seeing
Able to be true
Through the Golden Rule
And escape the nasty scheme
A good report
For time is short
Living out a childlike dream
The B. S. M. G. Report
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When God is touted by the fool
We quickly lose the Golden Rule
BAD
Yellin’ grandmas and spittin’ grandpas.
This week I stood back in awe over people my age and much older who have relinquished their gravitas and dignity in pursuit of appearing to be common street brawlers.
Yes, elected humans who would never think of being volatile in front of their grandkids for fear of passing on a horrible impression decided to throw fits on national television under the guise of being “tough.”
It is fascinating to me that at no time in my growing up years did any teacher, principal, minister or counselor suggest that the solution for dealing with a bully was to imitate his or her practices.
We need grandmas and grandpas out there who can calm the seas instead of stirring the waters.
Shame on our politicians and national leaders for thinking they convey strength by being abusive or rude.
I am looking for individuals who will stop yelling, take the power of good cheer, and in a clever way make their biting points … without using teeth.
SAD
When you move the stopping place, we no longer know where to cease.
In every argument there is a juncture where words are no longer communicating. Instead, insults and even fists offer their forceful alternative.
In a civilized society, we are responsible to stop and walk away before our physical bodies try to solve emotional problems. Over the past twenty years, we have lost the ability to identify the stopping place.
Do we continue to discuss? Or has the discussion become a prideful rant?
Do we object? Or might we depart until another day?
Do we impeach the President? Or do we simply replace him?
We’ve lost our stopping place.
It is sad that we refuse to comprehend that in losing our stopping place, we also have lost our power.
MAD
This is what makes me mad. It isn’t reality. I can handle the truth, even when it’s not to my liking.
Let me make this clear:
There is no such thing as an innocent “Islam” or a merely zealous “Zionist.”
There isn’t a “concerned” condemning Christian.
Or a well-meaning bumbling Buddhist.
And it isn’t open-minded to tolerate a hapless Hindi.
Any religion which has a leader who promotes his own tribe is worthless.
This is true of both Islam and Judaism.
Any religion that allows for segregation, gossip and Crusades cannot be given a free pass, as we have granted Christianity.
Buddhists who insist that the path to Nirvana is through quelling one’s emotions certainly don’t know humanity.
And for the record, considering Hinduism—nobody’s coming back as a cow.
As long as we allow religions to propagate myths, foolishness, prejudice, anger, segregation and anti-human philosophies, we will be at the mercy of their superstition.
Ragtag religion is hurting us. It’s time for us to look at all religions and make one simple demand:
Come back when you have something to help the human race. Stop complicating the hell out of our lives.
GLAD
I am glad, joyful, impressed and overwhelmed with Charles Wesley.
You might not know who he is.
He didn’t kill, steal and destroy, so the history books don’t contain a lot about his life.
He is a man who, along with his brother, John, led a revival of great social and spiritual significance in England.
He wrote 6,500 hymns.
Now, I consider myself to be a composer. I have quite a catalogue. But even in my more “braggart modes,” I would claim three or four hundred musical compositions.
6,500 is not only super-dedicated, but supernatural.
This week I was glad for Charles Wesley. Because as I sat in my living room, staring at my beautiful Christmas tree, from my radio, a choir sang, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”
The music is by Felix Mendelssohn, but the lyrics are from Charles Wesley.
When I heard the last verse, the words swept over my soul and nearly took my breath away, leaving me like the saved, lost man I truly am.
Hail the son of righteousness
Light and life to all he brings
Risen with healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of Earth
Born to give them second birth.
Yes, I cried.
I wept over the concept of having a Savior come to me, a son of Earth.
And I especially thanked Charles Wesley for confirming that Jesus came to give me second birth.
PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … June 13th, 2018
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To Truly Be
by Jonathan Ric
Three boys sit at my table
Too young to consider much
The world swirls around them
They need to develop some trust
What shall I suggest to them?
What truths are unscathed from the warfare of compromise?
Shall I tell them not to lie when lying is a national pastime?
Will they believe that being kind is possible for our race?
Or will they watch the atrocities committed in the name of God and country?
Will they honor women as equals and make amends
Or leer and jeer at the lasses, declaring them stupid with their careless friends?
Is the Golden Rule for saints
As gold, ruling the world, is touted as worth?
Can I teach them not to cheat when it seems that cheaters prosper?
Can I speak to them of God when others deny He lives?
Can they learn the power of humility and all the true grace it gives?
Do I have the courage to differ from the passive horde of sheep?
Or is my soul slowly dying and my conscience falling asleep?
I pass the food around the table and look at the young men before me
It’s time to shine
It’s a season of reason
Dear God, grant to me
The willingness to truly be
Our reader today is Jasson. He lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with three sons and his wife, Deahna
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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … November 22nd, 2017
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We Gather
We gather with chatter
To make ourselves fatter
While tastin’ we bastin’
In dreams of a tender bird
Cornbread messing
Oyster dressing
With memories we cry
And celebrate with pie
The punch we are sipping
The gravy made from drippings
Butter up the bread
The table is now spread
Little ones crowd to see
Grandpa has to pee
Who will give the grace
Do it quick with praise
Our cake is angel food
The eggs, a bedeviled brood
The beans are green and onion clad
No one’s favorite scene
But still, all in all, not that bad
‘Taters are creamy
Desserts are dreamy
Coffee is hot
And always a lot
An embarrassing feast
Feeding the humble and least
We gather together
Being thankful for what matters
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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … November 15th, 2017
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He Forgot
He forgot to say thanks
Accused of misuse
She ignored subtle pranks
Suffered wicked abuse
He slept through the dream
And lost a better chance
She sat on the hay
And missed the next dance
He laughed at the warning
And drowned in defeat
She snoozed through the morning
And gave up her seat
He prayed for the sinner
Rejecting the single one
She mocked the latest winner
And never birthed her son
He shouted in the hallway
And left without learning
She heeded the bitcher’s say
The world just kept turning
He forgot
She ignored
Many were shot
I implored
For wisdom is everywhere
For those who watch
And dare to care
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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … November 8th, 2017
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One
One common face
For the human race
One blessed mind,
Seek, you will find
Man, woman, child
Meek, kind, mild
One Earth school
Teach the Golden Rule
One way to see
Human souls are free
One Father dear
Be of good cheer
One Son to hear
Lose all your fear
One Spirit within
Frees us all of sin
One way to truth
Our joy is living proof
One life to live
One heart to give
One sweet confession
Relieve dark depression
One trial of lies
A King on the rise
Yes, one conquering people
Gather beneath the steeple
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