The sermon yesterday was good. The parts that I heard. T, the preacher who I’ve known for years and hey I’m happy about that fact, did some fun voices for an analogy.
A farmer was out working. A man drove up and asked him.
I want to move here. What kind of people live around here?
Fun voice by T for the farmer’s voice.
Well, what kind of people are where you come from?
The most vile of people. They hate what they don’t know or understand. They argue over trivial matters. They are mean. They are hateful. I do not like them.
The farmer said, “well, that’s the same kind of people you’re going to find here.”
The man went on his way.
A second man approached the farmer.
Sir, I’d like to move here. What kind of people will I find?
The funny voice again, “Well, son, what kind of people are where you came from?”
The best. They forgive. They look to the greater good. They find no fault. They are kind and patient.
Well, the farmer said, that’s the same kind of people you’re going to find here.
A simple lesson in perspective.
And how people are crazy! What??? You can’t be hateful and loving at the SAME TIME! Oh yes you can. Here’s why…
He then went on to talk about love and hate and God and how can a loving God hate. I don’t remember the details. I may have rested my eyes. Went somewhere else.
If you want to know the truth. Here it is.
Love and hate are the same thing. Love is not the opposite of hate. Hate is not the opposite of love.
Indifference. Indifference is the opposite of Love and Hate.
Hate and Love are the same thing. They are energy at the things you like and you dislike.
Indifference is neither.
God doesn’t love any less than He hates. And He doesn’t hate any less than He loves.
We can hate and love at the same time!!
But you can’t not care about something and love it. You can’t not care about something and hate it. At the same time.
I currently smoke. I want to quit. I need to quit. I started because it was a familiar from a time in the past. I placed it here in the present because all my familiar was washing away. I didn’t know it at the time. It was too scary to face. I’m still traumatized by losing all that I lost.
I smoke, because I hate. I hate myself. I hate the world. I don’t want to feel anything other than cold smoke in my lungs. I want it to envelop me. And it will eventually kill me if I continue. That is what I hate, but I say I hate it and that’s not true. I’m indifferent right now. I don’t care. I can’t hate it also. This makes sense. I need to see it for what it is and stop being indifferent. I’ll cough a lot less and almost puke none of the time.
Peace.