Secondhand Shoes, A Novel: Bible

Thursday, May 14, 2015

On-line Novel: The Immoral, Chapter 2

After Ronald hung up the phone, he sauntered from the kitchen toward the living room. There, in the middle sat a glass-top coffe table. Right between two heavy gold candlesticks laid the family Bible. He picked it up and flipped it open quickly. Closing his eyes, he trailed his finger blindly down the page and counted to five and then stopped. There, he peeked at the scripture.

It read: Deuteronomy 22:5 The woman shall not wear which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment for all that do so are an abomination unto the Lord thy God.

His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. "What?" He said out into the room. "Why are you picking on me? I can't help it." He couldn't help that he liked girl clothes and make-up and even Cassandra's dreamy-Schneider. The last part he'd keep to himself all the way to the grave.

"Did you say something, Ronnie!" His mother hollered from her bedroom. She had her Do-Not-Disturb sign hanging on her door. Afternoons were for her cocktails and naps even though she had all day to herself for those. She didn't work like Cassandra's mom.

"No!" He yelled back. "Just doing some homework!" A trickle of sweat ran down his left temple as heat rose from his toes all the way to his cheeks. Shame and anger being the instigators.

" Just keep it down. You know your mama needs her beauty rest before the head cheese comes home."

"Okay."

He glanced down at the verse again. "Why are you picking on me about this, God? You know I'm different. I always have been." He fanned through the pages and it stopped in the book of James. His eyes caught a verse that he could use for confirmation. But he took it just as personally as he did the first one.

James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

"What? Are you telling me this is the devil's fault?" He whispered." But you made me like this. Didn't you?"

Friday, June 13, 2014

Celebrate the Small the Things

"The Bible is a book of hypocracy."

"Well, the Bible was written by bigots."

"I hate it when people say 'praise the Lord' and 'thank you, Jesus'.

"I'd prefer if you wouldn't tell me 'God bless you'.

Today I celebrate the fact that we all can have an opinion ... even about the Bible and God. And we should all be thankful that God has mercy and hasn't struck anyone with lightning for saying such things. And I'm also thankful that I'm not God, I'm not so sure I would handle these comments so lightly.

Anyway, since I'm not God, and I sometimes take things a little personal, the following is what I have to say:

1. You should celebrate that the Judeo/Christian God doesn't allow His believers to have something called Shari-a-Law. I think those statements might find a lot of people dead EVERYDAY!

2. We should celebrate someone giving us God's blessing. It's way better than being told f$&@ you! Or getting the finger.

3. We should also celebrate that the Torah or the Bible was inspired by God, and not man (we'd be in BIG trouble if man did write it). It was God who gave the commandment to 'Love thy neighbor, as thyself.' That explains why people aren't being struck right or left by lightning. God is very forgiving.

In order to be loving, one must be just that ... FORGIVING!

4. With regard to these opening remarks, everyone should be thankful that Jews and Christians haven't gone postal on society.

5. To be honest with you, I used to think the same thing. But one day I picked up the Torah and began reading it in its entirety. Word for Word. Page by Page. Chapter by Chapter. And WOW!

I'm thankful that we STILL have the freedom to do this.

Yeah. I used the word STILL. America is shifting and not for the better.

The last several weeks, I've been studying the dickens out of the books of I and II Kings. And I can sum it up as this: A lot of kings didn't follow what God commanded, leading the people of Israel astray. They abandoned God, and in the last chapter of II Kings, God removed His presence from them. He abandoned them and they went into exile. Need I say more. Other than, God always heard their cries and would come back and rescue them. He did this over and over and over.

So be thankful and prayerful that we STILL have time to change our hearts and hopefully the direction America is going in. Now that's something to celebrate along with my feta stuffed zucchini and squash...

and my cream cheese stuffed jalapeños wrapped in grass fed bacon. Compliments of my container garden.

And that I get to post stuff like this and that you have the freedom to either agree or disagree with me.

And also that we can write whatever we want and make up stories ... all kinds of stories.

This was brought to you by VikLit's, Celebrate the Small Things.