While I was writing this entry, “Controlling God… by Dfish” I noticed the incoming link. Curious eh… so I followed the link and here is what I found.
Chizmizan With Chuva 2009
” I will post more pictures but in the meantime, gusto ko lang bigyang pugay si darbs…. haha!! Ayan ha, ginaya ko na ang post mo
Thank you Chuvs! just in time for. . .
The Heavenly Mind of Desert Fishing entitled, “Controlling God…”
Here is the question:
In what ways do we control God – as religious institutions, governments, groups, families, individuals, calling control as faith and civilization? . . . No wonder Atheism is growing.
Personal Reflection: As an individual, how do I control God?
One word: Intolerance. . .
Do I have an example of what I am talking about?
Here is a FORWARDED email I received from a friend ABOUT FIVE MONTHS ago.
From: A Friend
Subject: FW: ‘Let me see if I’ve got this right.
Sent: Sat, 16 May 2009 7:04 am
AMEN AND HELLO!!!!
While being interviewed by the school administration, a prospective teacher asked:
‘Let me see if I’ve got this right.’
‘You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning;
‘You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride;
‘You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job;
‘You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams.
‘You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card;
‘You want me to do all this 20 with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps;
‘You want me to do all this and then you tell me. . .
I CAN’T PRAY?
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Enter darbs into the scene…
Me! me! I could do all those things and of course I know how to pray!
Thank you God…