Love Is Truly Revolutionary

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

The Case of The Red Ass (Donkey)

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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