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May is over …

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It is Thursday night, on the last night in May and the month of June is almost upon us. The week have been eventful, as I have written. Hubby’s 40th birthday will fall on the 6th, and he is trying to forget it is coming. No parties, no gifts no mention of the BIG 40 !!! I have to explain what it means to turn 40 and what happens next. He isn’t very happy about turning 40, at all …

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Do you shop on EBAY?

When you search an item, and you find one you like, do you automatically bid or buy that item without reading the item description fully? No ???

I put an item up for sale last week and the item was damaged when I bought it. I never used it and it sat in a box under my dining room table from the time I bought it until the time I put it up for sale.

The one thing I did not do was put up a picture of the minor damage to the item so bidders could see what I was talking about. But that is not the issue here. I wrote up my item specifically. I duly noted the damage and all that information was up on the front page.

A bidder in Ontario found my listing and he bid on the item, and he subsequently won said item. He didn’t read the item description – he didn’t know about the damage to the item, and then he paid for said item and I shipped it to him. When it arrived 2 days ago, he freaked out opening a case for a refund because item did not match the description. He wrote that I tried to rip him off, when he clearly did not read the item properly or at all.

(HAD he READ the description-He would have known right?)

He made a fuss, and opened a case against me and had the audacity to request a refund, which was my policy, if you aren’t pleased with your item, in this case, I would refund your purchase price. He said I didn’t note properly. I replied to him that he could not read correctly. Which he didn’t read at all.

I address the box, with the delivery address and my return address on the front of the box. Then he writes me and tells me that he can’t find my return address,


So he fucked up my Paypal account. Only the day before I deposited all my sales profits into my bank account and now I had to pull over a hundred dollars from my bank account to cover the negative balance over on PayPal. EBAY warned me not to refund his money till the item arrives back here. But I want to make a purchase, on a pair of running shoes for my marathon training and I have this god damned issue hanging over my account now. I just want to get it over with, I am waiting for the money to transfer and as soon as that happens I am going to just bite the bullet, knowing this asshole re-mailed the item back to me from Ontario, it will get here next week.


I have two other items up for sale. And I have to tell you that for the most part people are smart and intelligent. But for some cases I get some of the most stupid questions from people, you’d think, DID YOU READ THE POSTED INFO?


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On Wednesday I went to the mall because I wanted to see what retail had to offer in the form of running shoes, price and style wise. And I have to say that the choices were slim running. I walked into the store and was standing in the shoe department, and a young man was helping some folks, clearly Francophone.

I waited. He helped more people who walked over there in front of me, once again, clearly Francophone. He was very chatty and helpful. I stood up from where I was sitting and he walked over to me, and I opened the conversation, no less, in English. He didn’t seem interested in helping me. I asked to see two shoes and he brought me one. He didn’t wait to help me. He went over to help other folks who were standing there.

The shoes were pricey. I told him that I was going to take them and I walked towards the cash. Then I decided not to take them because I had this invoice action against me and I carried the shoes back to him and handed him the box. Then I came home.

I found a much cheaper and more stylish pair on EBAY which is sitting on my watch list at the moment. And as soon as I clear this open case, I can make a clear purchase.

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Grasshopper asked me to write him an attestation letter for a legal matter he is taking care of and so this morning I was up with the birdies to go to the morning meeting, it was a business meeting day for the group, I sat outside until they were through.

The topic this morning was:

… Our society has concluded that it has but one high mission – to carry the A.A. message to those who don’t know there’s a way out.

Twelve and Twelve pg. 151

Page  151 in the 12 and 12  is right at the beginning of the 5th tradition.

Each group has but one primary purpose – to carry its message to the alcoholic who still suffers.

I was sitting in my chair with Madame bijoux on my right and grasshopper on my left. The chair opened the floor to sharing and I waited. When it got to grasshopper he opens his mouth and it was like he went into my brain and took the words right out of my mind… And I said under my breath, you stole my topic … and we all laughed.

The reading centered around serving others. That’s when the tie to the 5th tradition comes up. It being May and all. I commented that it was when I learned how to put the needs of another before my own, was when I became an adult. And so it goes, You can’t help someone if you are self serving, selfish or self centered. And I’ve learned long and hard that if I want it, I have to give it away.

Grasshopper and I got to Micky D’s for breakfast after the meeting which was a nice treat. He dropped me back home and I farted around until it was time for my disco nap with hubby.

It has been a quiet night. The air is cool outside. It was cloudy for a while and sprinkled here and there, but the clouds have blown away. There is more rain in the forecast for the weekend.

Many people are still mopping up from Tuesday’s flooding. And a lot of those people are getting screwed by insurance companies because the city is to blame for the sewers not working correctly therefore all these homes and businesses got flooded and cars got wrecked by flood water. And the city is not taking the blame very nicely. They are calling it an act of God, not a city wide maintenance issue. It isn’t fair.

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The student negotiations with the government failed tonight and so the strike and protests will continue as usual. The Grand Prix set for next weekend was targeted by Anonymous and they hacked the payment website and posted all their information online. And threats went out to those coming to Montreal to beware and to be prepared for protests and marching would take place during the Grand Prix.

This isn’t good. The government did not rise to the occasion, but paid lip service to the student negotiators, and the Premier did not get directly involved, as he was requested to do so, so that tells us that Jean Charest was in no way going to sit down and negotiate this settlement the way he should have.

There is a call for an election in the next 13 months. I say sooner than later, let’s get this guy out of office and do what is right for the city and the students. Because it is only going to get ugly once tourists start coming for summer festivals and events. Tourism is going to take a huge hit now. The city is going to get screwed in the long run.

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Tomorrow is Friday, hopefully I can take care of my Ebay issue and do some shopping and sort that fuck up out. We shall see. Other than that, there is nothing on the books for the weekend yet.

And that’s the kind of week it’s been. More to come, stay tuned …


The day began at 4:45 this morning. I was in bed and I listened to thunder rolling in the sky. The storm was coming from the West, traveling Eastwards. There were huge flashes of light in the sky so I got up and stood on the balcony and watched the storm come.

There were two huge arcs of lightening that dropped from the clouds down to the ground just behind the Children’s Hospital, so it seemed. It was that close. If I only had my camera in those split seconds, they would have been fantastic photos.

I curled up and went back to bed and listened to the rain fall. I slept until I got up earlier this morning. It would be a very wet day indeed !!!

The skies were grey all day today and I had to make several stops on the way to the church to get supplies and then pick up my medication refills at the pharmacy. It was great timing that my EBAY monies hit my account today because I was low on cash until the deposit came.

I did my shopping and hit Westmount Square. When I got to the other end of the underground city the sky was darker than when I entered on my end. That is how fast the weather rolled in. As I exited the tunnel onto Green, it started to rain. But I didn’t get too wet, because my backpack was full and I was carrying a bag and I didn’t have enough space to open and carry an umbrella, so I walked in the rain the two blocks to the church.

I was cranking out chairs and tables and I had gotten there early because of the business meeting tonight. But I was also aware that one of our members lost her father on Saturday and today for the next three days is Shiva. A second member messaged me to tell me she wouldn’t show up because her neighbor had a heart attack.

I finished up set up and took a breath, it was pouring cats and dogs outside, as I am in a basement hall, I was waiting for water.

Well, Let me tell you what happened.

There is a drain in the center of the hall. A second drain in the hallway, and a third drain just outside our hall in the entrance to the church above on the lower level.

I went to the bathroom because I heard gurgling coming from the faucet, so I ran some water thinking that it was just air in the pipes. I was WRONG !!!

This is the hall proper …

I walked back into the hall and water was streaming from the drain coming up like a flood. The room is about 100 feet by 100 feet square, with a kitchen and bathroom off to one side. Picture tables in the middle of the chairs as we sit at table for reading and discussion. But this is the hall.

The water was coming in very quickly and the hall was flooding fast. I ran into the church building up the back stairs to the parish house and rang the bell like a madman until someone answered. I screamed “The church is flooding, there is water all over the place…” By the time we got back downstairs there was three inches of water piled up from one side of the hall to the other, and back into the church proper. The priest ran back upstairs and got the concierge and Pierre came down in sandals. He got soaked.

He went into the store room and grabbed the wet vac and pulled it into the hall. Now, you’d think that the church would be prepared to clean up the mess, that the concierge and the church staff would take care of this flooded hall …

Well, you would be wrong !!!

It was around 5 o’clock. The hall is flooded, the room is all set up and I am all alone in the hall. Pierre looks at me and says “Here you go, have a good time, I need to go now, hope you can clean up this mess…”

Do you know what it is like trying to vacuum up a water flooded room, not knowing which direction to start in because water flows downhill or down slope. I half heartedly looked at him as he left and I thought that I would start in the middle of the room and work my way out. Wrong !!!

The water was just too deep and it was running all over the place. I spent the better part of an hour vacuuming and emptying the can several times. There was a lot of water…

Around 6, one of our members showed up and she was like, this is a mess, and I had a mini breakdown, and shared a few choice swear words with her. I was not happy. I was all dirty, my pants were soaked and my boots were waterlogged.

She was like, “well we can’t have a meeting, we have to shut down the hall and cancel the meeting,” mind you, people were on their way for the business meeting, which never happened, thank God…

A few minutes later my sponsor showed up and we told him what it looked like downstairs and what ever he decided we would do. He just grabbed the vacuum himself and he started working. The entire entrance hallway at the bottom of the stairs, the hall proper and the bathrooms were all flooded.

Where do you start vacuuming up all that water and with one little wet vac, you aren’t going to make a dent in hell in the hours that you really need to clean up this mess.

Dave showed up and we grabbed buckets and mops and started trying to mop up water and Rick was vacuuming, we had to move the urn and the makings over into the one dry section for people, because the meeting would go on no matter what. We worked up until a quarter to 7, and stopped and washed up.

We read from the Big Book, Page 419. Acceptance is the key to all my problems, and that I really don’t have problems. It’s all about perspective … I had a problem, the hall was flooded and I worked for more than an hour to try and clean some of it up. 20 people showed up. But we were down a good number.

Then one of our women shared that a friend lost her baby over the weekend, the second member lost her father on the same day and a third member’s friend had a heart attack this afternoon.

Tragedy comes in threes.

And when things go bad, they go Bad Big. We also heard that the metro was shut down because of an incident and the city was flooded all over town.

Yeah, when it rains in Montreal, streets, highways, tunnels and roads all flood. People were stuck on buses, cars were stranded in the middle of the highway and there was water all over the place.

With 20 people – the meeting ended shy of the hour fifteen. Most of the people there were going to shiva afterwards. I wanted to come home and clean up. I had to go to Provigo to pick up dinner and soda on the way back.

We picked up our stuff and put it in the store room as usual. And left the hall half flooded the water was still two inches deep in some places. Hopefully the hall will be cleaned by next week, and hopefully not a lot of damage will occur but water piled up on the edges of the room will undermine the foundation of the walls. We will see …

What a Day !!! Thank God I am sober … Because it could have been a lot worse.

Master Class Special … Many Voices …


It has been a while since my last installment of Oprah’s Masterclass episodes. And tonight was a special edition of the very popular series revisiting the Masters for pieces of wisdom that did not make it to original air. And so let us begin…

The First Lesson … Knowing who you are …

It is very important for us, as we grow to know who we are and to figure out the road we are supposed to be walking. We gather all this life information as we grow into the people that we are, and so we ask “Do you know who you are?”

The Second Lesson … In order to know where you are going, you need to know where you came from…

We all grew up somewhere, in a family and in that family we learned certain things about life and of ourselves, and depending on the way you were raised you come away from that experience with certain knowledge that will carry you into your adulthood. You have to know where you came from to know where you are going.

The Third Lesson … Learning from Failure …

In life, there are good times and there are bad times. We have known successes and we have known failures. But what did we learn from both successes and failures ? Yes, we probably have seen great heights, and most probably, we have seen great lows. But like Morgan Freeman says, “get back up, and Don’t give up.” Keep Trying … When we fall, we must get back up and dust ourselves off and get on with life. To sit there licking ones wounds and commiserating about our failure, we should get up, look back and learn from that failure so that we don’t make that mistake again, and to learn the lesson that came from that failure.

The Fourth Lesson … Leave Room for Serendipity …

Goldie Hawn tells us that yes, in life we have goals and we make these goals and set them up for ourselves and we point ourselves in that direction, BUT we must leave room for twists and turns, lefts and rights. If we are too rigid in our lives, we might miss the nuance or the gentle stirrings of spirit that might take us in a direction that might lend to our journeys. It is not always a straight shot up, but quite possibly a long and winding road to get to where we are going.It is being able to be adept to hearing the still small voice that might say “this way for now…” It is always about the journey, not in the destination, but the journey to get there.

Lesson Five … Love Liberates …

This is the lesson about letting go. The one thing a mother or father can do for their children is to let them go. So that they can fly, and test the waters of life, to learn and make mistakes. Yes, we might still want to hold on to them, but in essence, we must let them go.

Maya Angelou speaks of the day she left home at 17 with her son saying … “Momma I am going … to which she replied, Once you step over the threshold, you are grown. Take what you have learned here and go on with your life. Don’t let anyone else raise you!” Love liberates, it does not hold us fast.

Lesson Six… Everything begins with an intention …

Everything we do in this life, begins with an intention. And we say to ourselves that, I think I will do this, or Maybe I will do that, and quite possibly, I should do that instead … The thought precedes the action. But what action will we take?

Lesson Seven … Dream Big …

God can dream a bigger dream for you than you can dream for yourself.

If there is one thing we can do well, it is dream. It is the one thing that keeps us on the path of knowledge and learning and experience. It is SOOO important that we dream, and dream big. There is nothing sadder in the words of Jon Bon Jovi that to watch someone crush the dreams of someone else. Go out and do it, and do it BIG. If you are going to do it, do it BIG !!!

Lesson Eight … Do Right …

There is right and there is wrong. And we should know by now, that right is right and wrong is wrong. And once you know what is right, you can do right. Maya Angelou says that “Once you know right, do right, it will satisfy your soul, so just do right.”

Lesson Nine … What Matters to You ???

There is nothing more important than doing what matters to us. We all have a calling in this life. Have we settled for what we are doing, or are we striving to find that one thing that will be the one thing that matters to us the most?

Examine your life, all the good things and all the failures and look at all the things you have done in your life, and see what you will do next. Life is a perpetual journey that is ever changing. And there is always “the next thing,’ Once you climb one mountain or reached a certain summit, there is another mountain waiting to be scaled.

Lesson Ten … Always wake up Curious …

Life is no bore, for many. And if we are stuck in a certain rut, maybe it is time to wake up curious. To relight that fire within us and to find the curious things that fire our imaginations. There must be something that drives you forwards.

Lesson Eleven … Did you make a difference …

If people speak of you and they say damn, him or her or my goodness he or she is this or that, you’ve done it wrong. But if people speak of you and they speak good things of you then you have made a difference.

Did you make a difference in the lives of others that you surround yourself with? Did you take the time to walk with them, to listen to them, to celebrate with them and quite possibly, to mourn with them?

They say that is someone is walking a mile, then walk two miles with them. It is always important that we take the time to make a difference in another life, other than our own.

Lesson Twelve … Life Doesn’t Stop …

Jane Fonda reminds us that just because we are growing older, doesn’t mean that life is over with, that there is nothing left to do or to experience. There is always something around the corner to experience and do. With all the wisdom that you have accrued in your life, now you can take all that wisdom and apply it to the next thing that comes along in your life.

We can look at our lives as they have been lived, and we can see where things were good and where they were bad. We have learned lessons along the way and we figured out who we were and what it is that we were meant to do in this life.

And with all those teachings under our belts, we can move into the next stage of our lives, and if we need to make a change, make that change, but don’t forget to dream big. Oprah says either Go Big or Go Home … There are so many things we can do for ourselves and for each other. If we look at our lives as a class, what is it in our life that we would want to teach others?

What is the one thing that you would like to teach that is the most important lesson to you?

I hope you take something away from this and be able to apply something to your life.

Sunday with Purpose …

Courtesy: ChristopherJordan

They say it’s gonna rain, and so we carried our umbrella’s. This section of town have been blessedly quiet. Haven’t heard any pots and pans lately, but there is a call for pots and pans at 8 p.m. on Wednesday night.

All my items on EBAY were sold and paid for today, which brings a good chunk of change to the house for bills, since the government screwed hubby over on financial aide this month.

He is full of wishful thinking that isn’t coming to fruition like he wanted it to. He made a lot of promises that I am sure he hoped would come to pass for himself and for me, but you know what they say about wishful thinking, “Shit in one hand and wish in the other and see which one fills faster.”

I was up with plenty of time to get to a meeting this evening. The rain held off, thankfully, it was sprinkling when we left the church afterwards. It was the last Sunday of the month so we read from the Twelve and Twelve and the 5th tradition because it is the 5th month of the year.

“Each group has but one primary purpose – to carry its message to the alcoholic who still suffers.”

I got to the church early, so I had a few minutes to spend with a friend who usually peppers me with questions in private before anyone else shows up. It is a sad reality that we both spoke about people with time who have gone out over the last month. And those people have considerable time in the program. And he asked me why this happens …

Firstly, we know that it is imperative that we smash our ego at every turn.

I think, as does my friend, that people may get complacent, with some time. Their ego’s get the best of them, and they forget what it took in the beginning to come to the rooms and to get sober. I shared with him some things that I have read in recent months about long timers in the program. They all say the same thing, and they all give the same warning.

In order to keep this thing we have found (sobriety), we have to give it away.

We can’t tie people to their chairs, nor force anyone to get sober, they get to do that on their own. If they are willing and open. There are some major themes that keep coming up and they are believing in God, clearing the wreckage of your past and giving it away.

Nothing guarantees you sobriety like comprehensive work with another alcoholic. We, telling you, how we did it and how we continue to do it on a daily basis. And for some, they forget these thoughts. They stop going to meetings, they don’t reach out when it is necessary. They forget about the literature.

I am of the mind that if your ass is on fire, then say something! Maybe we can help you through the hard time.

Maybe we are missing the mark at not noticing that people might need more than a meeting, but someone to step out and say “let’s go for a coffee and talk a bit, it seems something is bothering you …”

All we can do, at our respective meetings is be present and reach out to the folks who come to our meetings. On Tuesday we have a business meeting so I will bring these things up to our greeting committee. To make sure they are looking out for the newcomer and the old timer just as well.

I walked home with my friend Bill, and he told me that he was going to the hospital this week for a scan. He told me that he had Prostate Cancer. And that they are gearing up to check on its progress and to see if they will just do radiation or couple that with chemotherapy. Cancer… that nasty shit…

So if you pray, say a prayer for my friend Bill…

I’ve heard words to the effect that some people won’t come to our meeting because of people and personalities. And I don’t know where that comes from, but we have had, in the past, troubles with certain folks, who came, shot their mouths off, left and we survived them.

And certain people broke from our original group because of egos and attitudes and they went and opened up their own meeting at an earlier time than ours and to draw people from our meeting to their meeting. But our group survived and thrived. We’ve got twenty good members who are faithful and responsible.

It might seem that some people are ego driven, and even if a finger is pointed squarely at my back, I try not to allow my ego to drive people away or to say that I am better than anyone else because I am 10+ years sober.

There are members of our group who don’t care for other people, and they have their issues, but they are not my problem. I come each week, I set up, I make coffee and I step back and let the other members do what they are going to do on any given Tuesday night. Our women keep us all on the sober straight and narrow. Because if they see a problem, they will speak up. So its not like we don’t have checks and balances.

Well, I think that’s all for the moment…
More to come, thanks for your time.

Matthew Vines … The Gay Debate – The Bible and Homosexuality

Look ^^^ up there …

A new PAGE has been added to the blog. It is a presentation by Matthew Vines on the Bible and Homosexuality. I wish I could post video on this blog, but I can’t, so you are in for a good LONG read !!!

If you click on the page and scroll down to the bottom, you can directly go to his You Tube account and watch the video, which last a little more than an hour.

It is very sad – if you go to the video and read some of the vitriolic comments that have been left on this video, the theology is sound and has been proven by researchers in the field of scripture and theology. Some people are purely ignorant and stupid. You’s think that in today’s world – people could be so vitriolic.

It is all about acceptance…

For many years I contended with one writing that was written by a Pastor who I have known for many years. But Matthew, on the other hand, has spent the better part of 2 years researching this topic and his presentation is rock solid.

But it is well worth the hour you should take to listen to a young man who Loves God and Loves Jesus and speaks from his heart about the six passages from the Bible that many Christians use to demonize and perpetuate hatred and condemnation.

He has studied Hebrew, Greek and Latin and in depth covers all the scriptures and explains the history, context and meaning of biblical history.

Take some time to participate. Show him some love,

Because in the end :

Being different is no crime. Being gay is not a sin. And for a gay person to desire and pursue love and marriage and family is no more selfish or sinful than when a straight person desires and pursues the very same things. The Song of Songs tells us that King Solomon’s wedding day was “the day his heart rejoiced.”

To deny to a small minority of people, not just a wedding day, but a lifetime of love and commitment and family is to inflict on them a devastating level of hurt and anguish. There is nothing in the Bible that indicates that Christians are called to perpetuate that kind of pain in other people’s lives rather than work to alleviate it, especially when the problem is so easy to fix. All it takes is acceptance.

The Bible is not opposed to the acceptance of gay Christians, or to the possibility of loving relationships for them. And if you are uncomfortable with the idea of two men or two women in love, if you are dead-set against that idea, then I am asking you to try to see things differently for my sake, even if it makes you uncomfortable.

I’m asking you to ask yourself this: How deeply do you care about your family? How deeply do you love your spouse? And how tenaciously would you fight for them if they were ever in danger or in harm’s way? That is how deeply you should care, and that is how tenaciously you should fight, for the very same things for my life, because they matter just as much to me.

Gay people should be a treasured part of our families and our communities, and the truly Christian response to them is acceptance, support, and love. Thank you, and thank you to everyone for coming tonight.

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Thursday Notes …

Courtesy: JackAnthony

This photo would be more appropriate if there were train tracks near here, and there are, not far off but one doesn’t really go walking on the tracks because they are busy all day long.

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There have been marches every night here in the city. The cops are getting creative with their “Kettling” of the crowds, and though other police forces in other cities have been cited for using this drastic tactic, Montreal police are fearing for their lives on a nightly basis.

Hundreds were arrested last night after a Kettling, and even innocent passersby have been getting caught up in the dragnet. We are told that talks will resume and that they really need to reach consensus, and they need to do it now.

The Grand Prix is starting to suffer as groups have begun to cancel their appearances here because they fear for their lives and the well being of the cars and those who would be coming.

Festival season is just days away now and students are holding the city hostage and the Premier is shuffling his cabinet in the attempt to bring fresh eyes and ideas into the mix to try and end this conflict with students.

The protests have morphed into what is called Casseroling. People sit on their balconies and on street corners banging pots and pans in civil disobedience to voice their displeasure with Bill 78.

Social media is firing all these protests in our city, and even though I support the students, something has to give and it better give soon.

We don’t venture out into the neighborhood very often and we sure as shit don’t travel to the East end or the village because that is where all the nightly troubles start. Marchers are fucking with the city by marching up and down streets Against traffic which creates nightmares for pedestrians and drivers and buses.

They marched against traffic down Ste. Catherine’s Street earlier today which stopped traffic for hours while cops drove behind them the wrong way all the way to Westmount.

I don’t see an end in sight and this needs to end because if it doesn’t the summer tourism season will be heavily affected and the city will loose big because tourism is a huge draw during the summer with the Grand Prix, The Fireworks Festival, the Jazz Fest, Just for Laughs, and on and on …

If students are marching in the streets blocking traffic, fucking with the Metro, blocking bridges and streets en masse, how are we supposed to go on with our lives – it’s not only the tourists who are loosing, it is Montrealer’s just as well.

We will keep you posted …

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It has been a quiet couple of days. I had lunch with my mentor yesterday and we chatted about a great many things. Lots of ideas are on the table but nothing looks really good at the moment. I’ve been told by more than one sober person that I should wait to see what presents itself and not to rush to do anything big just yet. I’ve been making a list of “Things to do or Things I would like to do.”

And all these things involve other people and all of those people are out living their lives and doing their jobs and ministering to their folks. How do you go about asking someone to devote some time to you when it seems that their plates are full already? Time is precious and I don’t want to waste someones time or be a burden on them or their community.

All my EBAY items for sale will end tomorrow. Which means I will have to cart those boxes downstairs for pricing and shipping again. I contacted all the bidders to get some information from them and I am waiting on them to respond. It’s all about timing right now.

I was sitting on the balcony earlier today and the sun was shining and dark clouds closed in from the South Shore and it poured down rain just before I was getting ready to head out for a meeting. And glad that I arrived when I did to see arching over the sky from one end of the sky to the other was a huge bright and beautiful rainbow – I took photos of it with my phone. It was the first time in recent memory that I have seen a rainbow that big in the sky.

Not a bad photo !!!  Courtesy of Android HTC Hero.

The speaker at tonight’s meeting talked about God, and his conscious contact and how God had moved in his life. All the stories are somewhat the same. We came, we drank, we couldn’t stop things get ugly and only finding God as a result of working the steps, does one finally get sober.

A friend of mine asks the questions …

How much recovery is enough?  My answer to this question is another question…. how much is there?

Our man has been part of the program for more than 25 years. But he dabbled, drank and drugged in sobriety. So how much is enough? I don’t think we ever get “enough” but we have to come each day and fill our cups with living water, hope and serenity. It isn’t enough to stop drinking – but a constant daily necessity of getting what we need as we need it.

It was a good meeting. Here is today’s reflection…

Happy, Joyous, and Free

We are sure God wants us to be happy, joyous, and free. We cannot subscribe to the belief that this life is a vale of tears, though it once was just that for many of us. But it is clear that we made our own misery. God didn’t do it. Avoid then, the deliberate manufacture of misery, but if trouble comes, cheerfully capitalize it as an opportunity to demonstrate His omnipotence.

Alcoholics Anonymous P.133

No matter how bad it gets (Grasshopper) there is always a solution. It may take some time – but we will find the solution. Just don’t drink. One day at a time.

That’s all for tonight.

The Largest Act of Civil Disobedience in Canadian History

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The TroubadourFollow for Writing by David Harris Gershon

Originally posted to Writing by David Harris Gershon on Tue May 22, 2012 at 06:40 PM PDT.

Also republished by Canadian Kossacks.

Massive crowds engulfed downtown Montreal this afternoon, marking the 100th day of student strikes and protests sparked (in part) by Quebec’s plan to raise tuition by 82 percent on May 22.

While estimates ranged wildly – from 100,000 to 500,000 in the streets – the number is less significant than the civil disobediencethat has thrust Montreal into the global revolution spotlight.

Authorities in Quebec, trying to counter the protests that have raged for over two months, passed “emergency” legislation last Friday that suspended the winter semester and effectively made protesting illegal. (The legislation, or Bill 78, stipulates that groups of 50 or more gathering must submit itineraries to the authorities in advance or be deemed illegal.)

Students and citizens in Montreal responded to the draconian legislation by streaming into the streets and defying Bill 78 in record numbers today. While the protests have been led by the significant student population in Montreal, the protests today contained cross-sections of the population.

Noting one of the more visible and noisy marches of the day, which was gatherings of both the young and old banging on pots and pans, Steve Faguy of The Gazette Tweeted the following:

I’ve covered quite a few protests. Never have I seen one that so resembled an actual popular uprising.

And writer Kris Holt had this to say regarding the emergent popular uprising:

Those on my street banging pots and pans are middle-aged or older. Much more than students now.

It seems that the legislature’s attempts to quell protesting in Montreal has had the opposite effect, as many today streamed into the streets specifically to defy the anti-protesting emergency legislation.

As one of the student leaders, Gabriel Nadeau-Dubois, stated today:

“We want to make the point that there are tens of thousands of citizens who are against this law who think that protesting without asking for a permit is a fundamental right,” he said, walking side-by-side with other protesters behind a large purple banner.“If the government wants to apply its law, it will have a lot of work to do. That is part of the objective of the protest today, to underline the fact that this law is absurd and inapplicable.”

Absurd indeed – and that absurdity seems to have awakened popular support for the students’ plight, support that has increased dramatically in recent weeks.

The global revolution has officially arrived in Canada. And with student strikes and protests set for the summer, and with more of Montreal’s citizenry falling behind the students, it’s a revolution that may not be ending anytime soon.

Iran, Tunisia, Egypt, Spain, Greece, Israel, New York City, Montreal…

…we are witnessing an historic global uprising, as peoples across the globe continue to rise up in numbers and demand their political rights, demand social justice, demand economic fairness.

It’s a struggle that is not just essential, but fundamentally human.

We … The First Word …

Courtesy: ChicagoTheatreBeat – A Separate Peace …

“WE” The First Word of the First Step …

It rained today. And amid all that rain, tens of thousands of people defied provincial law to march on the city once again today, and I hear through the grapevine that a march will happen again tonight marking the 100th day of the student uprising. And the plight of students here in Montreal has gone global, with support coming from far and wide around the world and on tv.

On Saturday night on SNL Arcade Fire wore the “Red Squares” on their shirts in support of the Quebec movement. If the authorities (read: Government) thought that Bill 78 was going to stop the marches –

they were terribly WRONG !!!

They not only thought wrong, they threw more fuel on the fire. We will see where the march tonight.

It was a dreary, blustery day today. And it doesn’t rain for very long, but comes in intervals and we got a good downpour just before the meeting started.

But the day began with me carting two huge boot boxes down the the post office to get weighed and rated for shipment come Friday when my auctions end, and it was raining this morning on and off. Then I had to cart them back upstairs, what a pain in the ass.

I knew that thousands of people were gathering at 2 pm this afternoon, and I was afraid that the marchers would get to our end of the city before I got out of the house, One doesn’t want to get held hostage by marchers in the street. I got out of the house early, just to avoid getting caught up in the throng.

On the way out, I checked the mail, as usual, and stopped at the bulletin board to read the announcements and I was pleasantly surprised to see a baby announcement from our building manager. Now I see her every day, sitting behind her desk, but I haven’t seen her stand up in a while, so I stopped in the office to congratulate her and she was not only pregnant, she was VERY pregnant. And I missed it all this while. So she is off for a year’s maternity leave starting in a couple of weeks. We’ve lived here more than ten years now, and it will be joyous to welcome a new baby to the building.

Set up was a breeze and it rained so you never know how many people are going to come to the meeting in the rain … If it rains, people don’t show up, If it is -20c out, people don’t show up, and If it is 40c outside, people don’t show up …

That’s the facts about our meeting. Depending on the way the wind blows, people either come or they don’t. We sat 40 folks tonight. One of our young men was in the chair for the first time so he went with the Daily Reflections. And today’s reflection was all about the word “WE.”

Stuck in my disease – it was always about me. But not really about me. Living with HIV put me in a very specific hole in life. After your friends and family ditch you, what do you have left, Yourself…

I was living alone. I had very few friends. Nobody knew the misery I was sitting in for so long. And nobody would know, because I kept it to myself. There was nobody there to notice that I existed. Nobody to point out the hole I was in, lest they get in the hole with me. I drank in a big, loud, dark, room with hundreds of other people – and I was alone …

It was by the grace of God and the persistence of a young man named Troy, who came into my life at the right moment, when I was ready to hear the message and the invitation to come back. I prayed for those words to be spoken, I asked God for those words to come, and they did.

I went to one meeting to see Troy get his year cake. Nobody noticed me. Queers in recovery can be as clueless as they are in the bar. So I waited for the next meeting at 10 that night, and a woman came up to me and greeted me and asked me to join them all in the meeting. Fonda took me by the hand and welcomed me into that meeting.

I was no longer alone …

I never took another drink. I was lucky to be in that “we” group. We went to dinner, We went to the beach, We went to meal after meal after meal together. We did things together every night and I was never alone again. And that is the spirit that carried me to Montreal some months later.

And ten years and some months later I am still part of that “WE” effort.

It was a good night, and the skies are clearing up, the temperature went down drastically, when we came outside the hall after the meeting it was very blustery and cool. Great sleeping weather. The helicopters are buzzing our neighborhood which means marchers are getting close.

Hopefully – nobody gets hurt we’ll see …

Goodnight from Montreal.

Blank Page …

Courtesy: Masternservant

They say that every so often you should open a blank page and try to write something cohesive. So here is my blank page and a photo to go with it.

Are these guys playing B-Ball, and the game has been paused while they sit there on the court all relaxing and chilling? There are spectators in the stands but the MTV shirts could be a giveaway that they are not really ball players. What are they looking at and what is that grin all about on the boy in the white trunks?

I like this photo. Sometimes you find a photo that kind of speaks to you and you re-post it. I try to find photos that you could tell a story about or figure out what is going on in the photo.

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The skies are clear over the city and it has been a quiet week so far. I haven’t dine much this week. We usually follow the same routine every day, we get up, fart around online, watch some tv and then hit the sack for a mid afternoon nap before hitting round two of farting around online and watching more tv.

The only channel we watch these days is MSNBC. It is all politics all day every day and into the night. There are hits of other shows that are interspersed in our daily routine like Community and 30 Rock.

Right now Mick Jagger is singing live on SNL which is a Saturday night ritual in our house. It is the season finale tonight and it is speculated that a few of the cast members will be leaving the show after tonight’s episode.

The summer television season will begin soon and that means So You Think You Can Dance and Big Brother …  We don’t really watch any other live reality type tv shows. Although CBS does own the market on reality tv.

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What else can I write about?

I had a really interesting dream the other day during one of my naps. It involved a good friend of mine and another friend whom I am acquainted with from the blog sphere. It was one of those naughty but nice dreams that went on for a long time.

I kept trying to hold onto it as long as I could when I realized that I was in the middle of a lucid dream. I have to say that it was pretty vivid and I carried it out of the dream and into waking hours. It is not usual that I can carry a dream out into waking. I usually forget them right after I wake up.

Let’s just say that if I ever get to meet Ruff face to face, we will have a lot to talk about. It must be that the zip up combat boots I bought from him must be enchanted with some kind of sex spell. They are infused with the memories of many leather oriented events while he owned them, and that energy must be pouring out of them into my feet.

It has been a great week for EBAY. All of the items I put up on the site sold and two pairs of motorcycle boots I put up are bid on and will sell come the end of next week. So I am poised to make a fair amount of change from this purge from my closet.

Speaking of purging my closet, this spring we are cleaning house in the hopes that in a few months we will be making the big move up in the city. Which means that all those old clothes that we haven’t worn in more than a year can go to Renaissance. Renaissance is an organization that collects used good from the community and turns them around in reintegrating folks into the community and the workplace. So all the goods you donate go to people who can use them right away.

I have to clear out the balcony of boxes of crap that we haven’t touched since we put them out on the balcony. Living in a high rise building, there really isn’t a place to throw away trash, except what goes down the trash dump. Each floor has a trash drop that goes into a main drop in the basement. There are several recycling dumpsters in the basement so we will be inundating them with old shit that we no longer need or want. This will all pay off when we move because we won’t be moving all that shit.

What are you doing for your community? And what changes are you going to make at home to free up the clutter in your life and try to simplify things. I am reading a book called “The Way is Made by Walking” written by Arthur Paul Boers, he is a Mennonite minister here in Canada.

It is all about his journey to France and Spain to walk 500 miles from St. Jean Pied du Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. This is one of many pilgrimage journeys people from all over the world walk every year. There are a few pilgrimage points like Iona and Lindesfarne, the Holy Land and Rome.

From the European continent you can step out your front door in your respective town or village and find a “Flecha”  and start your journey all the way to Compostela. People from all over Europe have walked from their respective countries to Spain over weeks, months and years. Several times a year a group from Montreal makes the journey. I attended one of those meetings at Concordia a few years ago, but I never followed up on it.

I think the one pilgrimage that I am going to make this year is to Cape Town South Africa. I am really looking forwards to going on this trip and also in what I will find and learn when I get there. My host is a world traveler himself and I will finally get to sit down with him and listen to some of his stories that we have only chatted about via email.

Pilgrimage is about transformation. And I am trying, ever so slowly to begin transforming our lives in new ways in preparation for our next step on our life path.

It is nearing the 1 a.m hour and I think I will close this blank page and say goodnight, I think I’ve purged enough thought for tonight.

Goodnight from Montreal.

And things in Montreal are not good …

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The Premier and the legislature in Quebec City tabled a new law, Bill 78. The debate lasted all night Thursday night and into Friday evening. And because of the Liberal Majority, the bill passed and became law.

  • The school year has been shut down, in opt for a return in August to give protesters time to relax and regroup and calm down.
  • There is a ban on numbers of protesters that can gather to protest (sounds like Professor Umbridge is running things in Quebec City).
  • Student groups larger than 50 people are banned ( A very Snape move)
  • Here in Montreal, masks have been outlawed for all protestors.
  • Steep fines will be imposed on students who protest($1,000 to $5,000 for individuals), and even steeper fines upwards of $125,000 for student unions who support such protests or protestors.
  • This is all set to allow student access to class and to keep protestors from blocking or picketing campuses and classrooms.

This is all supposed to STOP the nightly protest marches. Well, that did not go over very well here in Montreal tonight as Tens of Thousands of students marched in the streets once again tonight, tossing bottles, rocks and Molotov cocktails at police which deemed the protest illegal.

A group of protestors marched from our end of town through the core to the east end of the city with at least twenty cop cars following them from behind.

With the summer festival season upon us the first big week up first is the Grand Prix of Montreal. This multi- million dollar event will bring much needed tourism and money to the city come the beginning of June, and all we need is some nasty marchers to disrupt the party from within.

These nightly marches are steeped in more than just protests against tuition being raised over the next five years and I don’t begin to know all the facets of all of what is going on. But all this violence needs to be stopped.

Montrealer’s want their city back. Over the last 14 weeks, one never knows where one can go safely because of nightly marches from one end of the city to another. And because of the violent aspect of these demonstrations, the downtown core has been hit very hard and it is time for us to take back our streets once and for all.

All this blocking of schools, stoppage of traffic, blocking of tunnels, bridges and the metro system, we have all had enough. If these kids keep it up, they are going to pay in huge ways after tonight. It has been said by some on television that these kids are not fully thinking through their actions, because once you get arrested and it goes on your record, the rest of your life is fucked.

They say that this has been the darkest day in Quebec in recent memory, when the government passed draconian laws to stop the protestors and bring order to the city. Student groups and as well, groups in the National Assembly are up in arms and students vow to break the law until they end the new law legally or the government concedes to the wishes and negotiations of student groups.

It does not bode well for Montreal. But it remains to be seen just how much force will be meted out for protestors come the weekend. 14 weeks of protests have not abated in any way and today’s law passage has only fired up the base into furious responses. Students are mad as hell, and they aren’t going to take what the Premier has set down for them.

So it will be a battle of wills here – may the best man win.

This also does not bode well for the Premier with a looming election coming not far off into the future. Charest may have dealt his death blow to the province of Quebec in Bill 78 to cull the protests at their heart, but he may loose big when the next election is called. Students vote and tonight they made their voices clear, they will remember tonight come the next election.

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Nothing else exciting is going on here. I hit St. Matthias last night and it was an ok meeting, but I zoned out halfway through the speaker. Another old timer, gone slipping story. They are coming a dime a dozen lately.

I got all my grades for the semester and I aced all my finals. I also aced my final paper on Colony Collapse Syndrome for Geography and it got a great review. So the grades are in, I am finished for the term. No more writing papers or going to class… YAY !!!

It is the weekend. We’ll see what happens and if we partake in weekend events in the city. Say a prayer for us, we sure need it right now.

Goodnight from Montreal.



Freedom Through Acceptance …

Courtesy: AcceptanceQuotes.net

It has been a very long day. And tonight it rained. It was an on again, off again rainy day. But overall it was a good day for being out and about.

I had a 6:15 a.m. first call this morning to drop labs at the hospital. I hate having to go through general population to do labs. I don’t know what happened, it was said that the clinic funding was cut so they took away our phlebotomist from the clinic forcing us to go through the main lab lounge and wait in line behind bunches of people, when we used to have front line access to a lab ourselves.

So grasshopper picked me up and dropped me off up the hill around a quarter to seven and I got up to the lounge and took my number. I was number 43.  I guess they roll over counting from the day before because the wall counter was stopped at 14. I waited for almost an hour. UGH !!! I got in and did the drop and was finished by 8:10. And grasshopper picked my up after the morning meeting.

I got home and sat around on the computer for a little while, and then went back to bed around 9, and I slept all day until I had to get up to get ready to go.

It was grey all day so I packed the small umbrella and set off for the church. I was there early enough so that the girls could come and read – it was a quiet couple of hours till the meeting started.

We had a lot of new faces. And we sat 53 folks, and the topic came from As Bill Sees It, Freedom Through Acceptance.

They say in sobriety that when we get sober, it is through a series of never ending acceptances. The first acceptance we must make is that we are powerless over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable. My sponsor says that the first three steps are acceptance steps. I can’t – He can – I think I’ll let Him …

We heard a lot of powerlessness, and talk about the Serenity Prayer … We say that prayer at every meeting and throughout our lives to God to grant us the serenity to Accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

It’s all about acceptance. I cannot change people, places and things. The only thing I can change is me. And for some, when we begin to change for the better, people out there on the outside, have no clue. And that poses a problem to them that they just don’t get, we are changing and for some that is troublesome.

I go back to my first meeting. And how powerless I was. there was no denial that I had a problem and that the only solution was in the rooms. And I accepted the help that was offered. Through fellowship and meetings with other like minded folks help me to accept where I was and helped me to get where I was going.

The Big Book talks about “Acceptance is the Key to all my Problems.”

I hear newbies talk about letting go and acceptance like that is the last thing they want to relinquish because if they let go and accept where they are that they might miss something in themselves. I knew a man who used to come to our meeting and he was holding on so hard that his knuckles would be white every time he sat down in his chair, and it was like that until he decided to stop coming to the meeting, because he was never going to say the words like letting go and accepting. There could not possibly be a god however religious a man he was, and he was… but I digress…

When I walked into my now home group almost 11 years ago, I accepted that they knew what was good for me and it was not an easy road because I was caught up in expectations, and that held up the work for a good number of months until God deleted my entire expectations list.

That group cared for me, loved me, and provided me with everything that I needed and still does to this day, but back in the day, the women of the group went out of their way to make sure I had everything that I needed. And I accepted that help without argument. And I am forever grateful for that help.

I built my life around my meetings.

Some people think that they can build their meetings around their lives, and in time, that proves to be tough. If you are gonna do it, do it all the way. The big thing we stress at our group is to find a home group, join and get active. We give freely of what we have so while it is good, come and get it …

It was a good meeting. We had two cakes. A member of the group took her 1 year cake – This was a blessing because we have seen this member grow over the last year and become a really great woman of the group. The second cake was a ten year cake to a man that came to our group just for his cake. And we were happy to have him and his partner, and his friends.

The room was packed. There was lots of cake and conversation.

Another day has passed. Thanks for your time.

Good night.

Transition …

Today begins the rest of your life…

I moved to Montreal in the Spring of 2002. It was Ash Wednesday, and the next chapter of my life had yet to be written. I had just opened the book to the first page and settled in for the ride.

I had found a place to live, and a doctor to treat me and I was learning how to get around the city. It took about two weeks to get used to this big bright new city. I can tell you that Montreal has an energy that I had never experienced before, different from the big city that I came from and totally unique.

I found an aftercare office that I attached myself to in that first year of sobriety. And they gave me a counselor that was providential and she helped me a great deal. She listened to me, gave me counsel, got me ready for the Winter when it came time and set me up for success.

Over that year she worked with me on simple goals and kept me on the straight and narrow when it came to recovery. And on my first sober anniversary she was there when I took my first year chip, and then she asked me this question:

“Now that you have been sober for a year, what are you going to do for You?”

It was a valid question, and I really did not have an answer for her. So I went home that night and thought about it and came back with this reply: That I wanted to go back to school and earn a degree in something. I applied to Concordia University and got in. What started out as a major in Psychology, quickly turned into a degree in Religion, that was an auspicious choice for it set me up to meet the man who would change my life in many ways. That man became my academic adviser for the department and my mentor and years later, one of the best friends I have ever had.

I started my university career in 2003. And over the next seven years I would complete that Religion degree and move on to Pastoral Ministry. Where I would earn the second degree in Pastoral Ministry. I was in my early 40’s now and the next step on the road would be a Masters in Theology. Which I miserably failed at. By early 2011, I had used up all my university credit hours available to me.

I was sitting in the financial aide office one afternoon and my friend Judy said that I had not used up my CGep credits yet, as I did not grow up in Montreal, I could use those Cgep credits to do some more studying. So over the last 2 years I have taken the odd class here and there. I took some Philosophy, History, Sociology, Psychology and a couple of French classes which after two sessions I decided to end that run.

And now today on May 14th, 2012 I have completed all the work necessary to complete the 2011-2012 academic year.

And now I am in the zone of transition. This is where you ask me “what are you going to do with the rest of your life?”

I don’t have an answer for that yet.

Tomorrow I have to drop labs for my doctor and then my usual Tuesday routine. I am going to take it one day at a time.

I got a response from Kyle the other night about my running and he gave me some advice to begin with, so I will be looking into that over the next couple of weeks. Another runner friend of mine is still out of the country till the end of the month so I am going to wait for him to come home before I do anything in this area.

I have to sit down and talk with my mentor and see what he has on the table for me to do next. It was not long ago that he suggested to me that I seek the holy orders. And that thought has been resting in the back of my mind since he suggested it. I don’t know if that is for me, but maybe he will have something for me to chew on, then next time we see each other.

My friend Jorge invited me to come to Cape Town South Africa for a visit and I am seriously giving that some thought, but before I can do that hubby needs to be gainfully employed. That next transition in home life hasn’t taken place yet so I can’t bank on that just yet.

I have a few things here that I can spend more time on like working with Grasshopper a bit closer. Since my schedule is changing I might make a change in my meeting routine. The morning meeting is every day instead of going at night, but in addition to the night meetings.

Hubby is getting ancy with me being here in the house all day long. He says I need to get out and do stuff. And I quite agree. So we’ll see …

This also gives me more time to spend writing. Word Press has given us all a shot at turning our blogs into books, and I think I may do that in the coming year, I just have to rework and edit a little closely some of the stuff I have written here.

So today begins the rest of my life … What should I do with it ???

Comment and suggestions are always welcome …

I guess that is all I have to say at the moment. Stick around and see where this goes. Thanks for your time.


Sunday Sundries …

Courtesy: Flickr BillyPazionis

The sun is shining still at this hour. it was a beautiful day today. It was a little iffy earlier today, but the sun won out.

The week passed by quietly. We got to St. Matthias on Thursday night and Friday night I opted to stay home. The choice of television has been crappy at best. That makes staying at home boring. We have this huge cable system and all these channels and all they play is crap !!! Repeats of shoes that have been on over and over again. oh well…

It has been a quiet weekend. However I got out of the house earlier today to do some supermarket and Zeller’s safari. I needed some sox because I have been charging though all the sox I have in my chest of drawers. So it was off to Zeller’s to do some shopping. They did not have any of the ones I wanted so I settled on a Sportek 12 pack. As I tooled around the men’s wear section there were a few things that I would have liked to buy, but I have a budget this month, until my payments from Ebay hit the bank, I can’t spend outside my budget.

On the way back I stopped off at Provigo for a little supermarket safari. I didn’t need much because hubby shopped the other day for dinner stuff and I bought an assorted bunch of munchy foods the other day. Hubby has found that IGA is the better supermarket when it comes to fresh meats so he has been going to Alexis Nihon for groceries which is a couple blocks up the street from home.

I came home and we farted around for a little bit and decided to take an afternoon nap. Which was very fruitful. Now it is after 7, and I missed a meeting because hubby got up before me and I had had time, but I wanted to go back to sleep to finish the dream I was having, and that went very well.

So that has been the weekend at a glance …

Tomorrow is my last class /exam in Psychology. It is also my very LAST class in my educational career. Tomorrow night I will officially end my educational career. I’ve done all my studies and hopefully I will do well on the exam. I have to look over my notes and re-read a chapter or two tonight.

It’s all good.

For all the mom’s out there …

Holiness and the Myth of Gay Marriage.

A Fascinating read from: Don’t Eat Trash

Ok time for my two cents I suppose.

I have been discussing a few things with people for the last few days because of some decision in a state of a country that i don’t live in. Makes me laugh a little. Because a couple of days ago, it wasn’t really being spoken about. But the issue still existed.

I want to illustrate two things and see where that gets me.

Number one – democracy is not Gods best.

No where in the bible do you find the blue print of democracy. The trinity isn’t a democracy. Its holy. It is perfectly relational? Do I tongue in cheek think that the three members of the trinity discuss things and disagree on certain designs? Maybe. But are they relational perfect anyway? YES. More then our peon brains understand.

Democracy is a stunted version of what God envisioned for government. A very stunted version. And although most of the conservative right of the western world has convinced themselves and the rest of humanity that capitalism is Gods best, that is also a fallacy. Capitalism works in a supply and demand language, collecting as much as one can. Gods kingdom works on a giving and receiving mentality. Balance. Not consumptive excess.

So when one argues that God wants us to uprise and call on our governments to outlaw gay marriage, it makes me laugh. Because it makes Jesus look bad. When we call on our governments to give more in international aid, it makes me die a little inside, as we facebook our friends sitting next to us, buy our retardedly expensive cars that drive on a fuel that will cease to exist in 40 years and think ‘i have no money to help’.

Christ attacked

– The spiritual elite – the hypocrites.
– The pagans that got in the way of the gentiles having access to God in the courts.
– and Peter.
– aaaaaand technically Satan by destroying the enemies power at the cross.

Why do we think we can attack sinners when Jesus called for no rocks to be thrown, no judgements to be made, and no stumbling blocks put in their way.

Where would one find a bigger stumbling block then presenting a Jesus that hates people and protests friendship even going as far as picketing funerals with signs that speak of God hating fags. Does God really hate fags?

Back to the point. Taking Australia for example, through wise choices and intelligent living we could each afford to personally send financial support to the developing world, making sure everyone can eat. Aid money accounted for. If the body of Christ took to loving and servant-hearted community, we would fully exemplify the freedom of Gods love, as opposed to carbon copying the world in our day to day lives and saving Jesus for the church service. We are a tribal people of significant influence over life and love. We need not mere nation state puppet governments, who can neither legislate morality or stop love from changing the world.

Point 2
If Jesus was invited to a gay wedding, would he go?

As he walks in he begins to teach people how to live abundantly. He dances hard, he drinks wisely, he has crazy conversations, he’s honest and real and affirms people deeply. he becomes the king of the party because he is the best partyer. and people are drawn to his freedom-from-fear-of man. He walks out of that wedding with more people following him then if he stayed at home angry that gay people get to marry.

Secondly, if God calls us to not judge people outside of the ‘church’ could it be because he wants us soft hearted so that the holy spirit can move? But if we are elitist, judgmental – we toe the line of broken-relationship or ‘sin’. Let God do what he does best – healing the broken, freeing the captive. Hes much better at it then our sinful hearts, hands and feet.

The last few days i’ve heard scripture quoted as the reason we should out law ‘the gays’ as if a law would stop people falling in love. Does the fact that divorces happen stop you from being in a committed loving marriage? Does the law that permits tobacco being sold to people mean you have to be addicted to it or smoke at all? The law means crud-all when you are a free man. The law is for the guilty. But so is human non law.

If pedophilia wasn’t against the law does that mean we let people abuse our kids? FRAG NO.

And no i am not making a correlation between homosexuality and pedophilia. They are two completely different things. Pedophilia just seems to be the universal moral absolute. #pointmade

Lastly, to those who are already formulating comments to do with ‘But God says homosexuality is wrong, we must stamp it out’ God’s perfection speaks of everything less then holiness is wrong. We were designed for relational perfection. Pointing fingers is the echo from the garden of eden when Adam first felt uncomfortable being naked of Gods holiness. The tree of the knowledge of good and evil means we compare, judge, become prideful and faux humble.

God wants YOU, reader, to be able to love uncomfortably, and unceasingly.

Can you?