I am not a big reblogger, but this one deserves it. A good post about religion and acceptance should be in the word press discovery reader. Why is it not?…
Tag: <span>religion</span>

I am not sure what exactly happened this year, but I have no Christmas spirit. We are not religious, but like so many, we do celebrate Christmas as a cultural event in our house. By now I should have all the decorations out, the tree should be up, but all of it is still in the attic.

Donald Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States, until our country’s representatives can figure out what is going on.” I read it in disbelieve, “Is this guy for real?” I though to myself.
All it takes is one person to make a difference. This video is going viral and I would love to share it with everybody, who is following my blog.
To everything there is a season, these words – originally from Ecclesiastes, made into a song by Pete Seeger, became in the 60’s a big hit for “The Byrds.” Now those words are beginning to resonate for me more than ever before.
The elected country clerk, three time divorcee and newborn Christian, Kim Davis, who had spend five days in jail, because she refused to issue marriage licenses to gay couples, met the Pope in a private meeting. I read the headline in disbelieve…of all the people in this country, why in the world would Pope Francis meet with Ms. Davis in a private meeting? Don’t we have better hypocrites than her?
The daily prompt is asking about my daily ritual, you mean there is something else, than reading blogs like it would be the Holy Grail? I have a ritual, a daily routine that I do, because it balances me. It helps me to be the person I want to be.
…and who is going to win? Has this country gone mad? I am sickened about what is going on in Kentucky, it makes me shake my head in disbelieve. I feel like we are thrown back into middle age believes, at least part of the country.
“Hate” can be found on every corner these days, often accompanied by fear; it seems these two go hand in hand. Fear of the unknown, hate toward a stranger. “He can’t have what is mine”, like we all would be still sitting in a big sandbox building sand castles. “Don’t touch me,” “Don’t invade my space.” We do sound like children, what are we scared off?





