Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Your Mission, Should You Decide To Accept, Is To Remove The Bones From People's Ice Cream!
I think I may have grown cynical this evening. That has to be the result of working on too many things at the same time. Today I wasn't paying 100% attention and tonight I paid the price. That's okay, I'll know better next time. There are folks in this world whose only true purpose in life is to put a few bones in the ice cream. It's not because they don't like it, they do, but they just don't want others appreciating it as much as they do. So, for some folks it becomes a life long ambition to screw things up for others. You see it reflected in their life styles and their choices. They are simply "NOT" happy campers, that is, unless they're doing something to make life a little more difficult for you, or me, or somebody, or anybody! The truth is they don't care who they mess things up for, they simply want to do it. Take for instance the persons who send out viruses for computers. It isn't that they don't like 'puters and all they can accomplish, they do, they love them. In fact, they love them so much that they want to ruin someone's enjoyment by causing internal destruction. They don't limit themselves to just spoiling one aspect of another's life, either. Whenever the opportunity to "rain on a parade" presents itself, those individuals are the first to arrive with clouds. Tonight I'm laying down a cover of prayer for one such individual that I know personally. Their life is a series of disasters, and nothing ever really goes right for them. To top it off, you guessed it, it is never their fault! It's sort of ironic the way they go about hurting others because what they are really doing is separating themselves, alienating themselves, and eventually killing themselves spiritually. If you happen to know one of these(who doesn't these days), pray for them. Greet them always with a cheerful smile, and never, ever share with them any of the bad things that are going on in your life, because that only gives them cause for joy. God will forgive me for the desire to tell fabrications of horrible things that have happened to me for their pleasure. I will resist the temptation, but there is still that small voice that whispers within, "Oh, go ahead and tell them something terrible and make their day!" God Bless, Preacher.