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October 31 Scripture Meditations Based on Romans 13-16
Key Verses– Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR FILLING ME WITH ALL JOY
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and hope
While helping me against transgression with guilty dope
Midst crises of hardship scope
For my faith to be strong thru Your truth’s tying rope.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and peace
While healing me against sin-disease
Midst iniquities of miserable increase
For my soul to be calm thru Your gentleness’ soothing ease.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and contentment
While satisfying me against lack-predicament
Midst sorrows of suffering-sentiment
For my heart to be blissful thru Your gladness’ cheering encouragement.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and spirituality
While purging me against indecency and immorality
Midst coldness of apathy of grievous insensitivity
For my personality to be beautiful thru Your character’s perfecting authority.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and prudence
While teaching me against humanism-prominence
Midst pride of secularism prevalence
For my mind to be wise thru Your Word’s enlightening providence.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and goodness
While meeting me against rudeness and bitterness
Midst quarrels of slothfulness-barrenness
For my service to be fruitful thru Your work’s rewarding graciousness.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and might
While empowering me against weariness-blight
Midst worship of victory-light
For my prayer to be fervent thru Your relationship’s strengthening delight.
October 31, 2022
What is society? Dictionary.com doesn't say so, but it is, some say, an irresistible force that causes insensitivity, greed, or downright oblivion.
Sir, why did you ignore the starving man in front of your house this morning?
I was in a hurry to get to work. Society frowns on those who shirk.
Ma’am, why did you tell lies and sabotage your co-worker, who needed—and deserved—that promotion more than you did?
It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. I guess I’m just a product of my society!
Hon, would you put away your earphones and ipod and talk to Granny?
No response—She doesn’t know you’re there! Society keeps throwing all these gadgets at us!
September 26, 2016
Every day you spend clowning
Around, as I sit here drowning
In so much pain you cant see
Because everything is funny
When I try to talk to you
You don't have a single clue
What I'm going through and why
I just want to sadly cry
Because you don't understand
I nee a strong loving man
To help me through tines like this
When its getting serious
But my heart gets torn in half
When you only start to laugh
What's making you sway and swerve
Is it meanness or just nerves
Either way I get offended
One day I will really end it
Because I cant talk it through
With insensitivity that you
Are putting on full display
It will never go away
I have tried time and again
To find a husband and friend
Inside you when times are tough
Some day it wont be enough
To hear excused anymore
As I'm hurting to the core
Welling up with pain to last
As days are going by so fast
Building up I'm gonna walk
Out of this life, you couldn't talk
To me like a husband should
Now my pain is gone for good
Up in heaven I will be
Finally happy, sorrow free
There have been at least two people in our church who have committed suicide. A gentleman; a lady; both of whom were more acquaintances than friends. As I recall, their death occurred within a couple years of each other. I know both of their families well and see them often.
Their families are now real friends of my family.
The young lady had two surviving minor children, a boy and a girl who are being well cared for by their grandparents. The gentleman left behind a greeving wife who had also lost a son to drugs less that a year prior. Her husband, the father of the deceased son, overwhelmed by the death of their son, took his life at the son's grave site. It is very difficult to think about, but the surviving wife and mother is such an inspiration.
I have never studied anything about suicide, and have not directly done anything to prevent it. Regular attendees of our church, both parties mentioned above were very loved by their families. Our membership is about 700 people consisting of many small groups who gather for study, prayer, and fellowship. Somehow, they fell between the tracks; we failed to prevent it; nor did we even see it coming. I do not sense that there was insensitivity nor an insufficiency of love. So often 'life and death' are filled with complexities and complications. It is very difficult to prevent something you have no idea is about to happen. My experience in this area is very limited. Would to God there was more that I could say or bring to this table of despair.
Suicides; can we prevent them? Some, we can; most, perhaps not; but we must never cease to try. In the darkest places, there is somewhere a light. Somewhere, there is a spark to ignite a troubled soul, and to shout out the love to ignite the light.
The one suggestion I offer is that we dare to engage and connect with people of all types and persuasions, whether they are socialites or loners. Nothing fights and conquers fear and loneliness like love; and although love indeed projects emotions; it is 'an action word' with far more 'prevention power' than any other word in existence.
09152017 PS Contest, Suicide Prevention Month, Laura Loo
You make me happy.
You are full of life.
You represent everything I need.
Please, call me mine.
These are my sweet, weak but effective lines to get through your walls;
they work like magic, always.
My first week with you will be soothing;
I'll take you to a paradise of ecstasy,
and you'll forget your worries.
Wait, give me a little time,
and I'll commit my usual wrongdoings,
projecting myself as the victim,
where you'll pay dearly for my insensitivity and lust.
Don't forget, you're just an option in my dealings.
You will never grow tired of the world I've created with you,
but I can revisit my dirt;
I'll hurt you and drag you through the mud.
I won't give you access to my temple;
you don't need to complain,
for I'll be accountable only when I'm with you.
I'm comfortable with the wrong impression;
above all, I'm not meant to be kept, due to my nature.
Difference
So many people, so many lives,
Who lives in the north, or south
Others are in the east and west
Many people live in a rich country
Others in poor lands of the Earth
Of course, some are not here nor
there
In every poor country, there is the wealth
in every rich country, there is the destitution
Good existence and poorness – opposites
Social difference, hm, this is a big mistake
Civilization, civilization? Hmm. Is it a reality
Yes, this a true phenomenon, but not the
… civilization
Civilization can not exist without a good heart
No, never. Just look around in the world. See?
Here is a homeless, there are hungry children
So obviously the difference; is infuriating; disgusting
So many people are suffering – there are no bits of help
Help? Just for money, for a lot, this is my experience
Sometimes I am walking on the streets, and just watching
Watching, the shop windows, the restaurants – this is west
West, I came from East Central Europe, which is also rich
People, do not even think about their poor fellows on Earth?
Why? Egoism? Insensitivity? Selfishness?; Is it come from?
From where? There is no answer, but have it, Somewhere
Somewhere else, in the soul. Hmm. Here is the answer; I mean
No composure, fear of loss, money-loving lifestyle; and rivalry
But these are not all. Not. But the rest will be another poem.
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start
CIPA or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis
is a genetic disorder very rarely found among us.
They afflicted with this disorder have a damaged gene
and as a result, sufferers never experience the sensation of pain.
Many may assume that this would be a good thing
but they who are afflicted encounter much suffering.
Death from hypothermia among CIPA patients is quite common
because they never know when their body temperature is low or rising.
Some CIPA patients have had to remove all of their teeth
to prevent them from chewing on their lips whenever they eat.
There isn't any cure or treatment presently
for the few afflicted with this rare genetic disease.
I guess with so few afflicted, it's not a medical priority,
but maybe this disorder can be used positively.
Many bed ridden terminal patients suffer needlessly
with agonizing pain until they're deceased.
In my opinion, they ought to have the right to be
euthanized and put out of their misery,
but that isn't ethical among the medical community.
This is where I believe CIPA would come in very handy.
If research can figure out how to damage this otherwise healthy gene
responsible for allowing us to feel the sensation of pain,
perhaps it could be injected as a serum possibly
and relieve the chronic pain from dying patients permanently.
The patient would have a leisurely, peaceful exit completely pain free
and ethics wouldn't be violated within the medical community.
All terminal patients in chronic pain could all die humanely...
...but then I'm not a professional. This is just my theory.
To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night sleep in peace for ever after?
For though many things that a man has done,
may well lie dormant through the passing years,
as if safe in a long-forgotten silence,
on some calm morning,
say in magic Spring,
with Nature beautiful and moving,
memories of scars on others that he made,
they will suddenly weep and break open,
sending shivers running down the spine
to haunt and torment with knowing.
And oh thus would that I,
from my cradle to my grave,
tried so not to have left on a person,
as in my goodbye to Pat,
the cuts of human pain,
and the hurt of my thoughtless actions,
when in truth I was crying out for the love she offered me,
even in the moment I last saw her.
Because your heart may never, ever, be given a chance again,
to express your regret to them and your deep sorrow.
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start