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

I Was Called To Preach By A Monkey 

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!

Sloppy Agape

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!

Jave Joe