There has been something on my heart for a while, that I just have to share.
Westboro Baptist Church.
I was raised Baptist, and those people do not serve the same God I was shown as a Baptist. They are extremists. Their leader said “God himself is now America’s terrorist.” I feel ashamed when I hear them called Baptists. I have a sneaking suspicion that my Muslim friends feel the same way when they hear “Islamic State.”
Just like all of the loving, kind Baptists I grew up with are NOTHING like the hate-filled members of Westboro, the Muslims I know (and I assume most of the Muslims around the world) are NOTHING like the violent, hate-filled Muslims of ISIS.
Let’s not make a practice of lumping horrible extremists together with genuine believers. Oh, God. I’d hate to be lumped into the same group as Westboro.
I have yearned for an escape for a while. The thought of being in the middle of nature, alone with my books and thoughts, sounded heavenly. And I finally did it. I found some cabins at Lake of the Ozarks State Park for $50 a night (with air con!), okayed the vacation time with my boss, booked the rooms, and did it!
I took a work revision project, A Confederacy of Dunces, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, and my journal. My adventure started Monday morning and ended Wednesday morning, about 48 hours total. These little Outpost Cabins were exactly what I wanted: privacy, surrounded by nature, but including some of the creature comforts I didn’t really want to derive myself of (did I mention the air conditioning and the already stifling Missouri heat?). Continue reading
My Bible says, “Love your neighbor as yourself” and (paraphrasing here) leave the judgement to God. Discriminating is not love. Prejudice is not love. Being all judgey-judgey exclusionary is not love.
My blog was down for a couple months again, so I posted this on my Tumblr on March 9, 2015. Transferring it here for posterity. :)
I am nearly 24 hours into a 3-day fast. The seed was planted during an episode of House of Cards, where a gay man imprisoned in Russia for speaking about homosexuality mentioned that he had gone on a food strike, but only lasted 6 days before the hunger was too strong, and I wondered, “Could I go 6 days without eating?” I Googled it, and the seed grew into a sprout. Continue reading
Last week, I posted about death cafes and how, at 31, I am not afraid of death. I actually wrote that post on March 8, and five days later, one of my high school classmates, along with another Neosho High School graduate, died in a car accident in Indiana.
When I found out, all I could think was “Too young, he was too young to die.”
I will never know how Brad felt about dying, but even though we didn’t stay in close contact after high school, it seemed like he was doing a good job of Living, and he had always been good at pursuing his passions and playing to his strengths, in high school, at the very least. Continue reading
Today, I heard a piece on NPR about death cafes, a place where people can come together to contemplate their mortality. The reporter said, “The fear of death haunts us like nothing else. And it makes sense. All other fears — such as public speaking, centipedes and heights — pale in comparison. So we don’t really talk about it.”
I am not afraid of death.
Two weeks ago, I deactivated my Facebook account. Read why and my thoughts about moving forward before you read this post.
I have been off Facebook for two weeks now, and I have spent a lot of that time thinking about how I can continue enjoying the balance and—dare I say it—sanity that I have experienced for the last two weeks. I need to go back, not just for work, but also because there are still some people who I stay in contact with best through Facebook. Here is how I am going to use Facebook on my own terms. Continue reading
If you missed the first part of this series explaining why I deactivated my Facebook account in the first place, go check it out now.
I can’t stay off of Facebook forever, I don’t think. For one, I do actually have work responsibilities that require me to update Facebook Pages. Second, even in the one week I have been off of Facebook, there have been contests I have wanted to enter or posts I’ve been linked to from Twitter that require me to use Facebook*. I could do with out the second, but the first reason is enough to make me consider how I will use Facebook post-deactivation. Finally, the are some specific parts of Facebook that I find useful and which generate positive emotions, like Facebook Groups**.
I see three choices. Continue reading
Last week, I deactivated my Facebook account, and for good reason. I have been complaining about how much Facebook annoys me for months and maybe even years*, but I always used the excuse that I work with clients and serve as the admin on their business or organization page, so I just can’t leave! But I finally decided that Facebook takes up too much of my time, it generates negative emotions (anger, annoyance, jealousy, sadness, etc.) that I just don’t have the energy for, and I just don’t trust Facebook and their claims of valuing our privacy. Continue reading