From one writer to another and my rambling thoughts for you others..."I wrote this response below on Facebook to an excerpt of a chapter of a book my friend, Suzanne Kreidler wrote. In this part of the chapter she wrote about those of us who forget or lack the compassion and empathy we need to love as God modeled to us through Jesus. I met Suzanne along my fragmented personal journey at a Church in California where God called me to go with my family to serve. Although I was extremely ill equipped, and unworthy...she is a writer like me...and as I've met others of us; poets, authors, song writers and lyricist, and the like, there is a respect we extend each other who have been given a gift of using the alphabet to create words that inspire, encourage, expressig our deepest feelings authentically; With most people we meet whether we are the silent timid types or the charismatic magnetic type or somewhere in between we would have to agree with the census that we are usually a little wierd, unstable, out of the box, conflicted, passionate, sometimes heartless debaters, advocates for humankind's right to feel everything we are doubtful wrestlers always questioning, and even dangerous and risky, don't let our disguises of the characters we write in our screenplays fool you we may not be listening to you although it appears we are and we stare at yo dead on...if you fail to captivate our interest in the first minute our minds wander off and we are always in crisis with reality and the ideal...we are soldiers, given weapons of pencils, pens and pc's declaring to the reader a victory of discovery that the ones reading us are not alone. ( Perhaps, maybe, unoffensively and with the greatest respect I ask that maybe you'r'e just as crazy as us who struggle with the curse and blessing of ocean waves that we ride with sudden highs and unexpected grasping for breath sunken ship lows. Beings who feel like jockeys wearing racing colours of various patterned silky thoughts except we are the jockey upon every horse in the race, its insanity and also ecstasy all at once. Like Michaelangelo we have the effortlessly and artistic ability to focus 200% throughout the night if necessary on our laptops painting a mastepiece of poetry, prose,fantasy and metaphors to prove to ourselves just like you are not alone. Gratefully relieved that our madness means something.)"Please...forgiveness for my rambling madness...I'm an anorexic jockey horse racing with my thoughts...on a path designed for me on a ragamuffin journey...and I've experienced "the good, the bad, and the ugly." AND GOD!IS SAMARITAN LOVE POSSIBLE OR IS IT JUST A STORY....? -for the Christian, don't be in such a rush to preach, or attend Bible Study...remember your own wars and how God rescued you with HIS greatest Weapon, LOVE. Bringing you Victory! The command is to go touch and love a human soul ~~~~~~~
The Response to Suzanne:
I believe you are expressing the most essential hunger of all mankind; your depression is justified as we ALL afterall regardless of color, language, culture, faith, rich, poor, educated or not, are all broken people on a journey to take hold and own a love that is unconditional and divine. You and I know where that LOVE can be found, as only a Loving God who designed us intricately and tenderly give us all the love that will satisfy our desert thirst with endless supply. However; some of us for whatever our reasons maybe, I believe the same brokeness that makes us all bleed inside are on different journey's some further along, some slacking behind, some still in a tomb needing for someone in the family to alert Jesus that we have died so HE can bring us New Life, others are still climbing the mountain with fear, heavy loads, handicaps, poverty of soul, wounds gushing with disease, Mental illness of fear, shame, doubt, and worthlessness. Others of us filled with pride, religion, and superiority and plastic masks that make it hard for us to breathe in Holiness not of our own. Still some of us are mountain climbing for we have learned over years of scars that have been healed, through tests of fire, forced to take faith walks blinded and stripped of everything so in our barreness and nakedness learned to listen to the silent but faithful voice that guided us in the wilderness of our sorrows as we heard our names take us to a promised place...closer to the top we climb more fearlessly and with new identities....for we are more transformed heart, soul, mind and body to Him in whom we have chosen to trust and believe.
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Oh yeah, let's not forget to expose our healed battle scars to the passerby's we meet on the road, those ugly wounds we have lived to show, God turns into our trophies to remind others there is HOPE for their bloodied by life battle wounds.Lets all be so careful to not wound the wounded among us...its painful enough just to breathe.
Story of the Good Samaritan- In this story the needs of a man who had been robbed and beaten were ignored by representatives of the religious authorities. However, by way of contrast, the Good Samaritan not only attended to the strangers immediate needs but made provision for the man’s longer recovery.
