SENSITIZE 26
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his audience.
Today: As promised: rich and poor.
America operates under racism and “PLACEISM.” Cring explains what it is.
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Today: As promised: rich and poor.
America operates under racism and “PLACEISM.” Cring explains what it is.
Don’t merely pull out statistics to support your assertion.
Don’t quote the scriptures to confirm your theology.
And stop smirking because you’re convinced that the word “straight” cannot be used for anything other than the opposite of “gay.”
Abortion kills something.
Religion has very little to do with faith.
The founding fathers warned against religion as much as they praised it.
Guns don’t control themselves.
North Korea is not a Superpower.
Drugs are dangerous—all drugs.
Poverty will not go away. Do what you can.
Wealth is all in who has it.
Concerning race, no one is better than anyone else.
The truth is not here to confirm your theory, politics, theology or prejudice.
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The meek will inherit
Because they’re willing to share it
We have begun to believe that December can be filled with our foolishness and chicanery, when during that thirty days, the Earth always takes a collective gasp for air, so that we can survive the rest of our yearly journey.
But now, we have instead decided to go politically crazy, emotionally distraught and spiritually bankrupt.
A seventeen-year-old boy decides to take the family car to a party and does some illegal drinking. Coming out, he gets behind the wheel and drives the car home, where he finds his mother and father waiting for him at the door, unable to deny his intoxication.
But let’s say that same young man went to the party, got just as drunk and drove home, but on the way to his house, crashed his car into a tree. A half-hour later, his parents arrive at the police station to retrieve him.
Just for the sake of discussion, back to that same young man, same party, same drunkenness—but this time, on the drive home he hits a young boy on a bicycle and kills him.
I present these three scenarios to you because we need to discuss some differences among the words errant, mistake and crime.
To the legalist or someone who is toeing the letter of the law, I suppose the boy who arrives home in his car intoxicated is committing a crime. But dare I say, there probably is not a mother or father in America who would view it that way.
They would recognize the behavior as “errant.” It would need to be corrected in-house.
Yet these same parents would probably not consider crashing into a tree to merely be errant. They wouldn’t call it a crime—they would say it was a mistake. Once again, punishment would be in order.
But the parents would have no say whatsoever in the matter if their son killed somebody while drunk. That would be considered by one and all to be a crime.
Whether you consider what he did with Ukraine to be errant behavior, a mistake or a crime, the populace will need to sustain that opinion.
Yet what is missing is acknowledgment.
No one has admitted errant behavior or a mistake, so it begins to feel like a crime.
Here’s the question:
We will probably never know—because he refuses to admit his part in the problem.
It makes me downright sad.
Republicans are all about “hometown.”
Democrats, on the other hand, are about the Earth.
Doggone it, I like them all.
I want to treat the Earth well. So why don’t I come back to my hometown and get started?
It’s sad that we have two great forces that fight against one another instead of turning the Earth into a marvelous hometown.
But it is maddening that none of this can happen because the ability to confess our faults has diminished until it seems to have finally disappeared.
I don’t want to live in a world that is constantly misshapen, out of step, angry and frustrated simply because we think it’s weak to admit our missteps.
What a great time to come along and stand in front of your friends and proclaim your foibles without fear.
Because you know what makes me glad?
Not even an impeachment, violence, partisan politics and hours of boring hearings on television can dim the power and spirit of Christmas.
It’s a glorious time. And it doesn’t go away unless we chase it away.
It is bad that we cannot decide what has happened with our President.
It makes me sad that our Republicans and Democrats don’t know how perfect they would be together.
And I’m mad that we don’t confess our faults to be healed.
But I’m glad it’s December:
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If the premise is wrong
Then the promise is gone
Although many claims have been made over the years, once it was established that the premise—the thought behind the claim—was either ridiculous or evil, then those who were waiting for the promise ended up looking like they just bought a used car at “Lucky Billy’s Auto Emporium.”
I realize that as a reader you may have sympathies toward political parties, regional axioms, religious affiliations, and racial or cultural differences. But the shocking fact is:
Matter of fact, no matter how adorable, meaningful, helpful or God-given we insist our premise may be, once it is revealed to be wrong, there will be no promise forthcoming.
The premise is made that if we build a wall, we can protect our country from all the murderers and rapists who are trying to come in.
Another premise is that if we open our country to those who wish to come, we will acquire great thinkers and build up the nation’s foundation.
Here’s the problem—we already have plenty of murderers and rapists right here and now, whose families have been around for many generations. We must also realize that people escaping to come to America may actually prefer to live in their own countries.
So both premises are found to be wrong, and therefore the promise doesn’t bloom. The truth? People shouldn’t have to come to America because they’re fugitives from crime, or they’re being tortured and starved.
These visitors are therefore willing to answer the needful questions and go through the procedures available. Then the promise is real—a country of immigrants who have found their home.
Based on that, our goal should be to go to the source, where the immigrants live, and assist them to make their country as pleasant as humanly possible—so they don’t have to relocate unless they truly wish to come.
Why don’t we try another one?
One premise is that if you give extra money to the rich and industrious, they can provide more jobs for people who don’t have the funds to begin their own businesses but will gladly step forward and receiving the work.
The other premise is that industrious and wealthy corporations, which should help, won’t. So we will tax them and force them to pour out their finances to people who live in poverty—whether these unfortunates are willing to work or not.
So what do we need to do? Obviously, we need to unveil a plan which taxes every American according to his or her prosperity—a sliding scale with the finance from such a collection being divided to fund those who want to work, assist the few that are disabled, and stimulate those who are impoverished due to their own lack of motivation.
The premise is that if we stop aborting babies, children can be born and grow into happy human beings.
Or the premise is that women who are already born and alive should have the only controlling decision on whether a baby will be born or aborted.
In both cases, the premise does not deliver a promise.
We must do this by honoring the free will of the women and the babies. In order to achieve this, we must abandon archaic positions against birth control, sex education and allowing those who wish to adopt to include lifestyles that we may not favor.
As you can see, I could go on and on, but I will leave that to you.
Just remember, as you listen to these individuals running for President, who bought fifteen different suits of clothes, outfitted a bus and purchased buttons and flyers from the Cheapskate Publishing Company—yes, as you listen to them offer their premise, follow through to the promise.
And always remember this:
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Stand Ready to Assist the People Who Are Heading Toward the Light
It is fruitless to go into the darkness of the cave and try to awaken those whose eyes have become accustomed to the bleakness.
Whether it’s by design or by choice, they sit in darkness and make no motion to change their circumstances, but instead, debate the intensity of their situation and complain about a lack of solutions.
Stay at the mouth of the cave.
Light a candle
Don’t allow yourself to go inside because your opportunities to assist will not be enhanced, but your single candle will have less and less effect.
There are people who will be heading toward the slightest glimmer of light.
These are the ones you’ll be able to help.
These are the ones who will welcome your flame.
These are the ones who will not mock your ideas of light as they continue to complain about their options.
Living with poor people may seem to be a noble act, but until those in poverty make their own move toward solvency, there’s little you can do for them.
Preaching equality in a land of prejudice may garner you eternal reward but will squander your time on Earth because no one is listening–because the lights are off.
Don’t go out and sunbathe
Don’t go out and talk to those around you who are surrounded by light about how beautiful the light is or how damned the people are in the cave.
Build your art, your life, your mission, your concern and your love at the mouth of the cave.
Light a candle and wait for those who have the bravery to escape the utter darkness.
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Much to the chagrin of my friends and family, I refuse to accept the invitation to either the Republican Party or the Democrat Shindig.
Further complicating their emotions is the fact that sometimes there is a “red me,” other times a “blue me” and most of the time, this emerging “new me.”
I will explain.
The “red me” is a firm believer in taking personal responsibility for one’s own life, not relying on the government to supply initiative in order to maintain one’s well-being.
The “blue me” has compassion for those who have hit hard times or are locked into a regional situation making it difficult for them to escape poverty, requiring that they are offered some assistance.
Yet the “new me” is fully aware that the government will never be able to take care of this situation. So I look at the few souls God sends my way and I become their motivator toward personal responsibility and the benefactor for a bag of groceries here and there.
The “red me” understands the need for immigration reform. Without some guidelines, we open the door to confusion, if not mayhem.
Yet there is this “blue me” who wants to make sure that this country is made available to as many seekers as plausible, without closing the avenues to them or making it too difficult to become part of the melting pot.
The “new me” is happy to welcome almost anyone as long as they are willing to learn English.
I don’t like abortion. I don’t care what name you assign to the process of eliminating the life of what could be a human being. In my head it is still killing.
But I must tell you—I don’t like any killing so don’t wave a flag in my face and say we have to go murder other people so we can have freedom.
I am of a mind that the phrase, “gun-happy” is an oxymoron.
I really don’t have a “red me” on race. I don’t think the Republicans are racist. My term for them would be “unacquainted.”
The “blue me” is determined to press flesh and blend colors until I cease to notice skin tone.
And the “new me” is fully aware that God made human beings so similar that we’re like children, fighting for the same prize and maybe even the same love of our Daddy.
I guess the “red me” believes in faith.
But the “blue me” hates religion.
So, the “new me” lives it out in my life instead of yapping so much.
The “red me” sometimes chuckles over climate change, considering that Mother Nature has done a pretty good job of handling things so far.
But the “blue me” knows that we are caretakers of this Earth, and the fullness of it, and we should do our best to be kind to mountains, trees and every living creature.
Which leads to the “new me,” who patiently listens for facts based on truth instead of emotion and will do my best to honor the Earth—my home.
The “red me” remembers when brotherhood was not a political issue.
The “blue me” would like to go back to that day.
And the “new me” spends time working on humility, just in case I might get the idea that I’m superior in any way.
There is a “red me” and a “blue me” and this born again “new me,” crying out for common sense.
How about you?
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