Daily Archives: March 17, 2014

Hatred

“If you don’t have something nice to say about someone, then don’t say anything at all.”  I can still hear these words reverberating from my mother’s mouth on just about any given day she was alive.  And I have followed her very simple rule almost religiously through out my own life.

It’s a good rule, for the most part.  God doesn’t want us slamming each other.  I’m sure of that.  So I keep my mouth shut, even when others around me act like juveniles and throw colossal rumors and innuendos about people constantly.

And today I’m not going to say things “about” anyone either.  Instead I’ll be saying these things directly to all people:

Life is fleeting.  Use it to affect the greatest change you can.  Never, Never use one ounce of energy in any kind of attempt to hurt another of God’s children.  God will repay you tenfold for whatever you do.

I think you use “good works” to justify your hatred of others.  But it’s not a trade-off.  Going to church on Sunday doesn’t erase your sins.  Nor does mentioning “God” empty your spiritual trash bin.  Absolution comes only from change, friend, nothing else.  Giving a present to an orphan at Christmas doesn’t make you Mother Theresa.  Nor does it absolve your responsibility to all of God’s other children.

Point in short:  Never justify trying to hurt someone else.  Your vision of superiority to those people is blinding you.  What did the Lord say?  “He who is the greatest on earth will be the least in Heaven?”  Do you think you are so much greater than any other person that it seems OK to hurt him or her?  If so then you should closely examine your relationship with God.

And apologize.  But not to me.  I am still John, even after the monumental attacks and stumbling blocks you have placed in my path.  I am still going to Heaven.  Nothing you have done to me or said about me has hurt me in any way.  Those things have only hurt God.  He has asked me to forgive and love you, which I have already done.  So your apologies need to be to Him.


I Caught an Angel

When I saw her standing there
all alone in the night
all the boys were hootin and hollerin
and the girls were looking right
It looked like she had a halo
coming from the firelight
so I walked on over and took her hand
and knew she was mine that night.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

I never knew that angels had
hair as black as coal.
I didn’t know their eyes so blue
made my spine shiver cold.
I never knew they’d sing to me
the songs of my soul.
I never knew they’d touch my heart
in ways I didn’t know.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

Now if you ever meet an angel
callin’ herself Mary Jean,
Chances are pretty good
that you’ll know what I mean.
If she’s standing in the firelight
then give her this one for me.
Mary Jean, Mary Jean, Mary Jean.

Now I don’t know what
the limit is
on angels these days.
But I bagged that one
pretty good and
then let her get away.
I promised myself
if I found her again
I’d have this to say:
Mary Jean, Mary Jean, Mary Jean.

When I saw her standing there
all alone in the night
all the boys were hootin and hollerin
and the girls were looking right
It looked like she had a halo
coming from the firelight
so I walked on over and took her hand
and knew she was mine that night.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter