Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Power of God, with proof

1 cor 2:1-5

When I came to you, brothers and sisters,
proclaiming the mystery of God,
I did not come with sublimity of words or of wisdom.
For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you
except Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
I came to you in weakness and fear and much trembling,
and my message and my proclamation
were not with persuasive words of wisdom,
but with a demonstration of Spirit and power,
so that your faith might rest not on human wisdom
but on the power of God.



First Corinthians has always been my favorite chapter...the love chapter. 
I have framed a card my dear mother gave me, when I
was having trouble with Ben.  He was only 3 years old.  I had the
expectations I would have of any three year old, I had worked with
kids of all ages.  But something was different, here. No one was quite
like Ben.  I had nothing to fall back on, no previous wisdom.

Ben never seemed to listen to a word I said.  He acted so naughty
at times, or so I thought.  I didn't realize that he had a severe communication
disorder, Semantic Pragmatic Disorder, and would not speak from his
own words until he was in the 4th grade.  He echoed words he heard on
t.v. or in life.  He could repeat long strings of words, but not answer the
question, "What is your name?".

The card, framed, to this day is my mezuzah. It always hangs near my front entrance to the house. When Ben was three years old, I used to hold it in my hands, and cry.  When I compared the way I treated my son, with lack of patience, always at the end of my rope, ready to scream, "What the hell is wrong with you!"...I'm not proud, but I would hold the "mezuzah" and read God's word to me, about what love is.  If I say I love my son, I perceived this was how I would act, in God's eyes.  Some people think the bible is to condemn others...I often found enough to condemn myself of missing the mark to go sniffing up someone elses mistakes.

"Love is patient, Love is kind."
I wanted to scream.  The last thing I wanted was to be patient.  No wonder I sobbed at times when I read those words.

"It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."
So much for me missing out on the soccer mom days...it doesn't matter.

"It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs"
So much for using my sarcasm, my selfishness, my temper, or ABA.

"Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth."
I was looking for truth at the time.  I figured, going through Pub Med I could get my google degree and heal my son myself with my vast knowledge that I encountered there.  Thing is, if  Science is where the truth lies, in the 17 years since I started searching it has not helped me one damn bit. Is science lying, because that would be wrong...


"Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
Love seldom come from "experts".  Love is the only thing we can truly give our children, our parents, our spouses, our coworkers, our friends... that no one else can.  If we deny them that, chasing after false truth...what have we done? No one can be "smart" enough to love without following the truth of the love chapter.  One could live their life, begin and end here being the only wisdom one could ever know...and live very, very, very well.




This is my mama.  I want you to look at the talisman around her neck.  The truth of Christ was the only truth she ever knew.  You can count the number of times she has missed Mass on one hand.  That's just the way she is, the way she chose to honor the faith of her mother, and on back for 350 years in North America. God first, then family, then friends, then work...and always dependable in each. I never felt unloved.  I seldom felt I disappointed her. She always told us kids we were all perfect, although being children of our ornery father, the bartender, we really seldom were. But she saw us with the eyes of love.  It's kinda like having blinders on, I take it.  Anyhow, after I let go of all the wisdom of the world, I found it here for my son.

The love mama gave us is being returned to her.  If we looked at her with the eyes of the world, we would have let fear rule us, and planted her butt in a nursing home a long time ago.  She has Alzheimers, pretty severe. Someone has to look in on her each day to make sure she has eaten and taken her meds. Someone does, one of my brothers or sisters who live in town.  They sacrifice like she sacrificed for us, to give her the best life possible.  So far, she has far surpassed anyones expectations of her ability to live by herself.

So sue me, Richard Dawkins, and all you who don't believe because there is no proof, and think my mama and people like her are stupid.  I think she is brilliant. You could learn so much from her.  I know I did.


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