People are born as stored energy; energy cannot be created or destroyed. Therefore, stored energy gets released and becomes pure energy when it gets released. Imagine yourself being pure energy and no longer having any more physical limitations.
I think the Gospel Revolution (GR) is the only true minister of the actual gospel, i.e., “Good news.”
The fellows at the GR love humanity and want to see as many people freed from the fear of death as possible. All people are alive forever.
People are born as stored energy; energy cannot be created or destroyed.
People are born as stored energy; energy cannot be created or destroyed. Therefore, stored energy gets released and becomes pure energy when it gets released. Imagine yourself being pure energy and no longer have any more physical limitations. What we call “death” is nothing more than energy getting emancipated as pure, never-dying, never-ending energy.
Since the human body is composed of matter, i.e., “Stored energy,” and cannot die, it gets released from being in a stored, captive state of existence. Even though the GR does not present its gospel this way, I see this as part of the GR’s good news message. I see its message as, “You matter and will continue living as pure energy.”
You matter and will continue living as pure energy
The next best part of GR’s message, in my estimation, is that energy has a name, Love. Love is pure energy, yet can work through stored energy because of stored energy matters. As pure energy, Love never dies, nor can she be contained any more than a light beam from the stars can be contained.
Love loves Humanity; all people matter to her. In fact, all matter matters to Love because it is her energy that matter is made of. Love loses no one even though some may feel so. Love wins always.
I work to pass along my pure energy to those around me through being kind and agreeable, rather than having to be in agreement. Nevertheless, I found I cannot be kind to people truly until I am kind to myself first. Being kind to people, beginning with me, regardless of who we are and what we have done, is the first true marker of Love in people’s lives.
Love, there is no substitute!
Shean “Java Joe” Smith
That stubborn, wishy-washy donkey; he will not move and then he will not stop. I pull the reins to the right and he goes to the left. During all of the donkey’s stopping, jolting forward, and trotting forward (as if he was on a crooked and winding path) I had to endure that donkey’s backbone.
With every step of that critter’s trot, its backbone felt like I was bouncing up and down on an angle iron that was wedged between my butt cheeks. Ouch!
This donkey had a hard time going in the direction I wanted it to go. The donkey acted like an ass was supposed to act, but it treated me less than an ass and more like what comes out of an ass. I refrained from beating it because I did not want the possibility of having my ass talk to me, like in the story of Balaam.
Balaam’s ass loved Balaam and wanted to save his life from a pissed off angel. However, Balaam beat his ass because it disobeyed him, that is until the ass got red hot mad and spoke to Balaam.
Even though I am against talking asses, one of them has spoken to me.
Even though I am against talking asses, one of them has spoken to me. Balaam’s ass spoke to me loud and clear from the pages of the bible. His message to me was, “DON’T BEAT YOUR OWN ASS!”
Now, in our day, I reckon a talking ass could very well be somebody’s buttocks cutting the cheese, i.e., “Farting.” However, a talking ass in Balaam’s case was love manifesting herself as salvation from the violence of his pending death. Balaam repaid love with violence, which tends to be the human way of things.
It took the story of Balaam’s talking ass to save me from self-violence, a frame of mind that had me burning in a never-ending fire for going in the wrong direction.
To me, Balaam’s ass represents the love that still prevents me from torturing myself with the fear of death.
To me, Balaam’s ass represents the love that still prevents me from torturing myself with the fear of death. It took the power of an ass to save me from the fear of death, as well as, learning that love’s reality overcomes my fear of dying.
Love saves me FROM me every day. The gentleness of love saved me and my ass from the fear of death; Love saves all humanity’s asses from the fear and violence of death, too.
Love saves a multitude of asses.
In conclusion, the moral of this story is, “Instead of my ass following me, I follow my ass.” That sounds backward, but so does loving my enemies as myself. Love saves a multitude of asses. And that’s no bull!
Irreverend Shean “Java Joe” Smith
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The scent of coffee beans grinding, combined with the aroma of them brewing, is tantalizing to my sleepy soul.
I am tired of religious and political talk. All I want is peace on earth and to show my goodwill towards all people. Both religion and politics miss the mark of peace on earth and goodwill towards humanity.
I do not and cannot put any of my emotions in anything that does not foster peace and goodwill. So, goodbye religion and politics, and hello to peace and goodwill.
my wake-up routine is a glass of cold water and a 20-ounce insulated cup full of freshly ground and brewed coffee beans
I greet you (and all people) with the good and joyful tidings of peace and goodwill. Humanity’s daily wake-up routines empower me to share goodwill and peace with all people (especially those routines including that strong black aromatic liquid we know of as coffee). For me, my wake-up routine is a glass of cold water and a 20-ounce insulated cup full of freshly-ground and brewed-coffee beans.
I cannot wait to grab a strong cup of fresh coffee
The scent of coffee beans grinding, combined with the aroma of them brewing, is tantalizing to my sleepy soul. I cannot wait to grab a strong cup of fresh coffee that I accessorize with cream, sweetener and occasionally with some extra flavoring like vanilla.
My wake-up routine includes my daily devotion to the divinity of the morning and her peace and goodwill towards all humanity, Java. Java is one divinity, yet she lives in all people and gives them the desire to know more about her every morning.
The power to know Java is within all humanity
The power to know Java is within all humanity; she is known because of her interaction with humanity via the glorious coffee cups of the world. People are like coffee cups. We are Java’s chosen vessels to display his character of peace and goodwill to each other, as well as to all humanity and nature.
Every person has a little Java in him or her. Each person decides how full of Java he or she will be. Each can choose a drop of Java, or be filled to the brim with Java. What will you choose?
choose you this day how much Java you will serve
So, choose you this day how much Java you will serve. If it be a drop then drink your drop with joy. If it be a full cup then blessed are you for the spirit of caffeine shall stimulate you more. As for me and my house, we will serve only freshly-ground and freshly-brewed coffee. And that’s no bull!
Praise to Java,
Rev. Java Joe
My mother died soon after I was born in Ecuador while my parents were SBC (Southern Baptist Convention) missionaries there. The incident was due to doctor error. My mother died after I was born became a monkey on my back.
The ape was the continual implication that my mother died so I could be born. My birth mother’s death was touted as the supreme sacrifice so I could be born and become a great preacher.
I grew up believing I had to do something great for god because of (what I was led to believe) the supreme sacrifice my mom paid for giving birth to me. My life was supposed to make my mother’s death mean something for the rest of my family. I was supposed to validate my mother’s death by becoming nothing less than a great preacher in the mold of Billy Graham.
The ape on my back got bigger month-by-month and year-by-year. It rode on my back like a wild monkey on a bicycle. My life felt like an ape cage filled with swinging, screaming monkeys.
I wanted to be free from the monkey zoo. Somewhere in the midst of monkeys hollering, I swore I heard Jesus calling me to be his preacher. I came to my wit’s end and decided to become a preacher on a Spring Sunday morning in 1998.
I had hoped that preaching and going to seminary would relieve me of the monkeys, but I was switching zoos and getting into a different cage, one that was filled with angry gorillas. These gorillas were happy to be angry at society, each other, and everybody looking in the cage.
The seminary I attended was a good cage for me to learn the ways of gorillas. It motivated me to question all gorilla doctrine and accept nothing simply because gorillas had been around for a long time. I jest, sort of.
Seminary was a good fit for me. Seminary developed my research skills, which made me unsatisfied with anybody else’s answers but my own. My research created more questions, which led to even more questions.
I learned to trust my answers only and not take someone else’s word as truth. I wanted to know the true meaning of life. I knew I was the only one who could find answers to the plethora of questions that religious tradition created in my mind. I tried asking learned theologians questions, but their answers were fraught with circular reasoning with no logical conclusions. I felt as though the monkeys were telling me to ask the gorillas, and the gorillas were sending me to ask the monkeys.
I was able to narrow my search for the meaning of my life down to one question: “Do I know who Jesus Christ is?” After many years of searching, my answer crystallized with all clarity one day, “Yes!”
The answer I discovered came down to one Koine Greek word for fish, “Ichthys,” which is pronounced, “Ick-thoos.” Ichthys is the Koine Greek word many used as an acrostic thousands of years ago that means, “Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.”
Ichthys is what I live by today; it reminds me that Jesus Christ beat death to death with his stick, the cross. It reminds me that Jesus Christ came back to life, which is significant because it means humanity lives beyond the grave. If Jesus lives, all humanity lives. If Jesus does not live then humanity is dead meat.
What I love about Ichthys is that a person knowing nothing about Jesus Christ is as just as alive as I am. What I really love is that even those who do not believe Christ ever existed are just as alive as the most religious person on earth. Belief or disbelief does not make Ichthys any more or less real, nor does it make people more or less alive. Ichthys is who makes all people alive by what he did on the cross and by his resurrection from the dead.
In conclusion, Ichthys knocked the monkey off my back, which freed me to be myself–an independent, responsible, moral agent. I may act like a monkey at times, but that is just me being myself, ooh, ooh, ooh. And that’s no bull!
I understand true love, Agape-Caritas, as perpetual universal and unconditional lovingkindness towards all humanity regardless of race, language, gender, religion, paradigm, creed, social status, sexual orientation, occupation, etcetera.
Jackie Deshannon’s song, “Put A Little Love In Your Heart,” speaks volumes to me about how wonderful true love, i.e., “Agape-Caritas,” is.
I understand true love, Agape-Caritas, as perpetual universal, unconditional, and charitable lovingkindness towards all humanity regardless of race, language, gender, religion, paradigm, creed, social status, sexual orientation, occupation, etcetera.
I value all people, even criminals, and see them as being worthy and deserving of lovingkindness. Everyone deserves true love via the unending promise of kindness, due process, and no cruel and unusual discipline. Kindness overcomes cruelty.
Why have I written this to you? I love you. I seek to love you the best I can via Facebook by writing good, uplifting things and humorous things for you. Why? You’re my family of friends known as humanity. As such, you’re an image and likeness of the omnipotent Sloppy Agape.
Please have a good day and know you’re sloppily agaped!