Saints and Sinners
Okay so I came out of hiding for this because I haven't felt this enraged in quite a long time.
First before I speak my peace, I would like to say Thank YOU so much *hug* to my girl,
country_bee, Bee for the lovely cupcake and Birthday wishes, you my friend are made of awsome!! and I found out what the "WANK" is all about . .
Now on to my two cents:
I love how quickly we as humans can judge other people.
I adore how easy it is to shed the light on someone else, yet keep ourselves hidden in the shadows.
I admire those of us who can, without really knowing someone, say what they are thinking. That we can know the reasons behind their actions.
How we can brush off someone else's FEELINGS just because they aren't our own. Because if it happened to us, we would be forgiving and understanding and not have any other reaction. At. All.
I mean how dare someone think differently than us? The Gall, The Brazonness.
Our Rights trump everyone else's.
We have the right to point fingers and pass judgement cause we HAVE NEVER made any mistakes, or hasty judgements, (oh the irony!), we just wouldn't do something like that.
Because we, unlike them, are saints.
I am reminded of a poem I first read in High School,
When some fellow yields to temptation,
and breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his make-up,
But God! how we look for a flaw!
No one will ask - "How tempted?"
Nor allow for the battles he's fought;
His name becomes food for the jackals;
For us who have never ben caught.
"He has sinned!" We shout from the housetops,
We forgot the good he has done,
We center on one lost battle,
And forget the times he has won.
"Come, Gaze on the sinner!" we thunder,
"And by his example be taught,
that his footsteps lead to distruction"
Cry we who have never been caught.
I'm a sinner, O'Lord., and I know it,
I am weak, I blunder, I fail,
I am tossed on life's stormy ocean,
Like ships embroiled in a gale.
I am willing to trust in Thy Mercy;
To keep the commandments Thou'st taught,
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgement,
Of saints who have never been caught.
- Author Unknown
I am done trying to understand people, as for me:
Jensen, I have never spoken to you, I don't really know your favorite color, or who you admire most. However I think you are an awsome actor, and the things I do know about you make me think you are an equally awsome person.
You have never given me any reason to think otherwise, and short of a video of you stomping kittens, nothing or no one is going to change my mind on that.
You see because I don't jump on bandwagons, I don't let other people tell me what to think (wouldn't Jack Kerouac be proud *wink*), and I am loyal to the people and the things I care about.
fin.















