Wise words concerning mutual respect, even when two people do not agree. It does go a long way, and, usually, both people are the better for it.
Author: Gordon S. Bowman III
Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger
About Those Tickled Ears
“Having a form of godliness, but denying its power…” This is quite common in Christian circles today, as it has been for a long time.
“For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires, and will turn away their ears from the truth and will turn aside to myths.” – 2 Timothy 4:3-4
As a general rule I do my best to adhere to the policy that one ought to promote what one loves rather than bashing what one opposes. But today, I feel the need to warn y’all about the ear ticklers. “Have their ears tickled” was something of an idiom in ancient Rome which meant that a person was listening for things which were pleasing to them rather than the truth. What people looking to have their ears tickled really had a preference for were ideas which were new or novel. Paul warned young Timothy that the day would come when ear…
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Is the Death Penalty Humane?
Very good points made here for both sides of the argument. I agree with the conclusions made as well.
Coloring Innocence
A poem about painting, a poem about truth. Right up my alley! 🙂
Photo by Shutterstock Images
At photo-dictionary.com
how does a child view this world
does she see only colors she’s learned
or the whole shocking spectrum
of concatenation
we adults disarranged
with deliberate malice
does she recognize dark shades of war
in our black-and-blue purples
with subtle distinctions
of just war from unjust
of mercy from weakness
can she appreciate bright hues of love
in our radiant yellows
with gradient edges
eros blurred into agapē
storge into philia
how can we train her young eyes
will she learn only colors we see
or the whole lovely spectrum
beyond limitations
imposed by the ignorance
stalking our ill-matured guilt
she deserves more than blindness
to true colors we never perceived
she needs better than our
impaired vision as guide
perhaps we should give her a
palette to mix her own paints
The Boy from the Neighborhood
A sad story that rings with truth…
The following story has been published before. The message is important for we never know who we affect by our words and actions. So, this morning I share once more about my friend, Wesley.
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I don’t remember much about this boyhood playmate. I was pre-school age and he lived two doors from me. His name was Wesley. I remember his mom and older sister, Midge; they were both nice. His dad’s name was Red. He sat in the front room and didn’t say much at all. Their house was old and weathered, with no paint left on it.
Wesley was very shy, almost afraid to say anything to anyone. He walked with his head down and appeared as if he were trying to be invisible. These traits would be more pronounced as he grew older, but in those preschool days, he was like any other boy. We played together…
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haikus- pass
This is great! Passwords…need I say more?
Pass word needs 8
characters, a symbol, a capital,
and a number.
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For your own security
Don’t write down your
user name or pass word!
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Remember everything
even if you only use the site
once a year.
Day 246 – Rerouting…
Enjoyed this twist, and the insight therein.
Being Human
This is a really special poem about trust, one that (hopefully) everyone can relate to. Worth the short read.
“Trust”
Painting by Lynn Rushton
From dallasartsrevue.com
vulnerability lies
in dependence
reliance is a risk
such is life for
we social beings
biographies told
in tales of trust
joys often tied to
trust reaffirmed
agonies grown
from its painful
miscarriage
but poor is the
life who in fear
closes down from
relationships
withholds its trust
for in final analysis
that is the one
and the only thing
we own of value
sufficient
to let us invest in
that most sublime
human exchange
of risk for reward
California Notebooks, 2014
This is a sweet sentiment about a random object from nature, put into a poem, from the very gifted Anna Mosca…
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I gather a petal
desolate on the
grass dabbled
driven away
by fierce water
outstretching it
minding the folds
between drops
the tired figure
the mind a dance
entertaining
a divested dancer
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Picnic
So many beautiful creatures in this world…
Purple Finch – New Hampshire State Bird
Photo from a-home-for-wild-birds.com sun now cured
of its bashfulness
birds are in frenzy
as days of hard rain
surfaced myriad treats
creepers crawlers and flitters
all jostling for wriggle room
up and down bark
and underneath grass
bright tanagers flycatchers
warblers and jays
robins thrushes and finches
make riotous feast
of a glistening morning
and I in my plainness
sing lucky to live
among so many
colorful carnivores
Stumbling along the sidewalk 