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You want someone to say you're a solid brother? Honestly, I find it amusing how many people call me Sir on the phone, but I'm not too sure I'd want friends gathering and they thought all along I was a guy. Ew! Worse yet. What if they're my family? That would mean after all these decades they never knew they had two sisters -- only one. Whoa! lol
(I hope you weren't drinking coffee. I know how painful it is when you laugh hard enough that the drink goes up instead of down.)
(I hope you weren't drinking coffee. I know how painful it is when you laugh hard enough that the drink goes up instead of down.)
Homospirituals wouldn't need their own bathrooms.
They think they're above having to use one.
Either that, or they think anything they pop out is golden treasure anyway.
That's what I don't get about people who think they're better than others, for any reason. As long as you still go the bathroom and will one day die, you're on the same level as every other human being on the planet.
They think they're above having to use one.
Either that, or they think anything they pop out is golden treasure anyway.
That's what I don't get about people who think they're better than others, for any reason. As long as you still go the bathroom and will one day die, you're on the same level as every other human being on the planet.
I have this vision of you.
You are standing guard at your thread holding a spear.
I come up to it.
You say: Who tries and enter The Sirks thread?
Me: Ummm, its just me, man.
You: What have you brought The Sirk?
Me:.Golly.....l have a half eaten fruit rollup, want some?
You nod, and hit the like button.
I've been approved by The Sirk.
You are standing guard at your thread holding a spear.
I come up to it.
You say: Who tries and enter The Sirks thread?
Me: Ummm, its just me, man.
You: What have you brought The Sirk?
Me:.Golly.....l have a half eaten fruit rollup, want some?
You nod, and hit the like button.
I've been approved by The Sirk.
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One of the things my old church did well was dealing with disabled folks. Not so much that they had to "deal with them" as there were enough who felt free to come that there was never an assumption that anyone had to have the pre-approved cookie-cutter shape of a Christian.
Because of that, if someone seemed odd, it was never a signal of "cast them out immediately. They ain't our kind." (And, I do see this too often on this site.) It was time to continue to treat them like another human being, until the brain processed all the information to figure out what is different.
And then different didn't always mean "bad" either. My old church is in the heart of Philly with easy access to some of the best known colleges in the country, and many of the members were profs, undergrads, grads, and support staff from those unis. (Support staff -- secretaries, deans, maintenance, trades, etc.) Some previous members will ring a bell to many -- John Wanamaker, Donald Barnhouse, James Boice and C. Everett Coop. But some of the profs are odd. I wonder if they might not be autistic. It doesn't matter, since they have minds I envy and can teach all sorts of subjects I can't even name the first principle for in learning the subject. (I'm thinking quantum physics, computer languages, how-to-be-a-CEO, and brain surgery. I'm not saying all those unis are seminaries. Most aren't.) And, because they are a bit different they also have a larger heart for others that are different. Which, in a way, starts the ball rolling on how my old church is able to have so many completely different people congregate in one building.
I knew the head of the disabled group of my old church. Her hubby is in charge of IT for Jefferson University Hospital system. Her disability came along when a certain type of tick bit her and no one could figure out why she didn't feel good until it was too late. Despite needing a service dog, because she can't move much anymore, and despite her brain only working like she wants about two days a month, she still writes a newsletter about disabled people once a year, because that's where her heart is. Because of her effort, that old, historic church got a wheelchair ramp. (You would not believe the politics that go on in the city to get a simple wheelchair ramp. You can grow a tree big enough to swallow up the entire sidewalk, but you need something like eight feet of sidewalk to qualify for a ramp. Geesh! Without trees on most of my block, we only have four feet of sidewalk between our bottom step and the curb, but, apparently, you're not supposed to suddenly need a ramp if you live on this block.) Because of her efforts the disabled people -- all of them -- feel a part of that church. And, because of her disabilities, if she ever came on this site the other 28 days a month when her brain isn't working like it can, she might well be kicked out as a "troll."
What about the schizo-effective people, the bipolars, the seriously depressed, insomniacs, and OCDers who wouldn't be considered "normal?" It's not about hiding out from society to come here. Quite often society has already rejected, so they come here hoping for fellowship, but they aren't cookie-cutter shaped!
And, no, I can't/don't deal with this well most of the time. Like I said, sometimes I have the heart and sometimes I need the ignore. But we really do have to consider that some folks ain't quite like most and that needs to be accepted sometimes. No one can cure a mental disability. Most the time what is required is years and years of patience. (Which, dangit, is probably why God doesn't give us permission to runaway from his "Patience Lessons" once we figure out how hard the lessons are.
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(And, why do I feel like someone is going to tell me to apologize for saying this to?)
Because of that, if someone seemed odd, it was never a signal of "cast them out immediately. They ain't our kind." (And, I do see this too often on this site.) It was time to continue to treat them like another human being, until the brain processed all the information to figure out what is different.
And then different didn't always mean "bad" either. My old church is in the heart of Philly with easy access to some of the best known colleges in the country, and many of the members were profs, undergrads, grads, and support staff from those unis. (Support staff -- secretaries, deans, maintenance, trades, etc.) Some previous members will ring a bell to many -- John Wanamaker, Donald Barnhouse, James Boice and C. Everett Coop. But some of the profs are odd. I wonder if they might not be autistic. It doesn't matter, since they have minds I envy and can teach all sorts of subjects I can't even name the first principle for in learning the subject. (I'm thinking quantum physics, computer languages, how-to-be-a-CEO, and brain surgery. I'm not saying all those unis are seminaries. Most aren't.) And, because they are a bit different they also have a larger heart for others that are different. Which, in a way, starts the ball rolling on how my old church is able to have so many completely different people congregate in one building.
I knew the head of the disabled group of my old church. Her hubby is in charge of IT for Jefferson University Hospital system. Her disability came along when a certain type of tick bit her and no one could figure out why she didn't feel good until it was too late. Despite needing a service dog, because she can't move much anymore, and despite her brain only working like she wants about two days a month, she still writes a newsletter about disabled people once a year, because that's where her heart is. Because of her effort, that old, historic church got a wheelchair ramp. (You would not believe the politics that go on in the city to get a simple wheelchair ramp. You can grow a tree big enough to swallow up the entire sidewalk, but you need something like eight feet of sidewalk to qualify for a ramp. Geesh! Without trees on most of my block, we only have four feet of sidewalk between our bottom step and the curb, but, apparently, you're not supposed to suddenly need a ramp if you live on this block.) Because of her efforts the disabled people -- all of them -- feel a part of that church. And, because of her disabilities, if she ever came on this site the other 28 days a month when her brain isn't working like it can, she might well be kicked out as a "troll."
What about the schizo-effective people, the bipolars, the seriously depressed, insomniacs, and OCDers who wouldn't be considered "normal?" It's not about hiding out from society to come here. Quite often society has already rejected, so they come here hoping for fellowship, but they aren't cookie-cutter shaped!
And, no, I can't/don't deal with this well most of the time. Like I said, sometimes I have the heart and sometimes I need the ignore. But we really do have to consider that some folks ain't quite like most and that needs to be accepted sometimes. No one can cure a mental disability. Most the time what is required is years and years of patience. (Which, dangit, is probably why God doesn't give us permission to runaway from his "Patience Lessons" once we figure out how hard the lessons are.
)(And, why do I feel like someone is going to tell me to apologize for saying this to?)