As for the last several posts before that one... how did we go from discussing the Confederate flag to "Bush bashing" and petty arguing? I must have missed something. Since my attention span this week is so short can we get back to the original topic. There are plenty of other threads to generate RTMs in.
I donÂ’t think IÂ’ve ever, even once, accepted the status quo, although IÂ’ve tried mightily hard to fit in, at times. When I was in boarding school, I tried to be what they wanted me to be, mostly to please my parents. Although I received an excellent education, I never had much respect for a few of my teachers. So many of them preached one thing and practiced another. My rebel nature often put me at odds with them, even though they held all the power.
I once got into trouble for referring to the communion wafers in chapel as “Christ Krispies”. I avoided punishment by explaining that I was referring to the wafers before they were put on the altar to become the Body of Christ. I thought it was a witty comparison; the authorities did not. Another time, I took a holy card of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and autographed it to a classmate, who always laughed at my jokes. I wrote on the holy card, “To Lionel, with best wishes, Jesus”. He laughed so hard that the teacher walked to the back of the class and confiscated the holy card. Lionel didn’t tell on me, but I confessed so that he wouldn’t get in trouble.
My piece de resistance came in a religion class one day. The priest who taught that class religion had, shall we say, some issues with alcohol. He stumbled and mumbled a lot. In addition, he absolutely detested me. Guess he’d never heard of the black Irish. :lol: Actually, he probably had more problems with my dad being a priest as well, than anything else-as wel as his class coming easily to me. One boring day, he was going on and on about some obscure point in the Old Testament, and I raised my hand to ask a question. I said, “Father, is that similar to what happened in the 2nd chapter of the Book of Hezekiah?” He mumbled, “Why, yes it is. See what you can do when you apply yourself, Mr. Cuffee.” I replied, “Well Father, the only problem is that there’s no such book in the Bible. Hezekiah was a king, listed in the Old Testament.” In addition to almost being expelled, I became a legend because of that incident. It was a hollow victory though, for I realized it was no big deal to trick someone who was already brain dead. Despite my sometimes irreverent sense of humor, I was always very serious about my search to experience God. It was, and still is, the most important thing in my life.
IÂ’m still a rebel. One of my hobbies is exposing the intolerance of the multicultural, tolerance terrorists. One of them recently admonished a coworker and friend for having a Confederate flag belt buckle. My friend told him he also had a big flag on his wall at home.
“It’s offensive,” the other fellow whined, looking to me (given my skin tone) for support. I said,
“Let’s take a politically correct tour of
my home. I’ve got a beautiful Aztec sun calendar I bought in Mexico. For hundreds of years the Aztecs had slaves and ripped the beating hearts out of men’s chests as human sacrifices. They often boiled and ate the remains. Should I take down my Aztec sun calendar? Please let me know. I also have a Mexican flag. For years the Mexican government in Chihuahua paid a bounty, in gold, for Apache scalps. Apache men, women, and children were slaughtered and their scalps displayed in front of the cathedral in Chihuahua. Should I remove my Mexican flag? For almost ninety years, slaves were held under the very same Stars and Stripes many people have plastered all over everything today. So, the Confederate flag is offensive? Do me a favor. Go ask the Sioux what flag was flying when they were massacred at Wounded Knee; go ask Geronimo what flag was flying as his people were hunted down like wild animals in New Mexico and Arizona; go ask Sitting Bull which flag they were waving when they murdered him; go ask Mexico which flag was flying when they were invaded, and two-thirds of their country was stolen. I think you’ll discover that the Confederate flag was nowhere in sight, and that it was the same flag I fly in front of my home every day. Remove the board from your own eye before you try to remove a splinter from someone else’s.”
IÂ’m writing about this to show that things are not always what they seem. Intolerant, insensitive people preach tolerance and sensitivity, but donÂ’t practice it. Their allegiance is not to truth. Their allegiance is to the currently popular, politically correct issue. IÂ’ve learned that truth is seldom popular. Truth is often missing from politics and religion. It is, however, essential to spirituality-and to living. Try being a rebel, once in a while. The trouble youÂ’ll get into will be well worth it, when you get to see those politically correct phonies turn purple.