Sacred or Scared.

Which are you?

Outrageously crazy in love with all that is weird or weirdly and outrageously crazy in love.

Theft, misuse and desecration is a practice of those who do not make or take the time to behave in the eyes of Him.

Who. What. When. Where. Why. How.

Come all ye faithful.

Using Him as a means to an end may be as illegal as the pics and the songs and the beating’ thumping bibles.

The celebrator or the faker of all that is celebratory.

Yeah,🎂

Hurray!

Or Yet and Still.

Another.

Distraction.

In the year 2025.

9/10ths of the law?

Legal.Here.

Legal. There.

8/14/25.

Remember. Or. Reminder.

”Siri” has been omnipresent or ever present for quite some time.

In the pockets of our pockets. Here. There. Everywhere.

And.

Then some. Or somewhere, while we were somewhere while Siri was always there to “assist” our movements…….And we foolishly called upon the familiar sound to guide the steps of our day, day after day, day after day.

Somewhat forgetting who really guides our days.

But.

WE. And sad, but true took the easy way out and clicked instead of talked, listened.

Made a choice. And to a certain extent the “rest of us” are suffering for the impatience. Incessant impatience based upon a sadness unwilling of our own admit.

Does that mean the whole is destined to suffer for the few? Now.

Is it a get off the pot mentality, even by us believers. Or it is a get off the pot mentality, even by us believers.

Sorry. For you, if that is inconvenient, for you. Of us.

Either you throw in all your believing and do no hedge, at all, or you continue the facade of believe which is sacrilegious.

Sacrilegious.

That is a crime, too.

However, if not “versed” in the sentences repeated over time, in life there is sits a bowl of cherries and you may have chosen to throw out the pits.

Again. Your. House.

Now.

For the those of us who “get” forgiveness, really understand forgiveness, and not just your short cut here to there, we still must forgive your ignorance.

Do you understand the gravity of the mistake?

Albeit. Siri. Has not been quiet. Even though her sugary sound and helpful tone led may have guided your steps on to the next “thing.” Why? Did we buy into this mode? Because directing someone’s footsteps or drive steps has a certain “geneisuawyaypaw”.

I am not even certain now to spell it. Now. With all the goings on and posturing and now who even cares?

(Hint: A lot of persons and where they bank on their lives.)

But. Will be. Obvious. Later. On.

I am appreciative of your indulgence, in this moment in time, even if and when your desperation convicts you to sign on to a nuisance and a threat of something you never would have done,

Before.

But you are where you are. And. Presumably you gotta keep your narrative “going.” In the way that works for you.

In your mist and your midst of tears and fog of what “might have been.”

The hard knocks of “free” confused you. The idea of blood shed and hard knocks escaped your entitled mentality upon solid common sense and indulgent frosted cakes and wherein you may have foolishly asserted your “independence.”

Epically failing.

Leaving you to consult those who went before you and who you thought fought for you to have a day in your foolishness. Welcome to Al like of the hard knocks of never ending memories and reminders of a humans gone bad.

Get a job.

Get a clue.

Yes.

Maybe.

Wherein you believe you can manipulate the downtrodden and persons of broken families and the big guys of know it all me, me, me.

You fooled only yourself.

Little did you realize, in the moment of desperation, it was all at your expense. And the guys who care very little about the struggles that you may have ensued. Only yourself knew how much you could take on and at what expense you would be willing to see your soul and souls at the depths of someone you used to live with, or say you loved.

In the end. It comes down to you.

And. Your expectations.

The rest of us.

Believe in the goodness He alone bestows upon our freedom to exercise the best of us for the least of us.

You fools. You who think a coiffed demeanor and a slick sentence sways a swagger.

It doesn’t.

We are better together, but only if you leave your ego at the door.

Time will tell.

Business is business.

Death is death.

AND.

Life is life.

Sometimes we get do caught up.

Yes. We do,

get caught up in who is “right” while persons disintegrate before our very eyes while we pretend to close our eyes to their pain.

Yes. We need to respect that which we do not know.

Why?

Because it is “uncomfortable.”

To admit.

We.

Are uncomfortable.

With ourselves. And. We feel the

discomfort, too.

Yep.

We put on the mask of ‘confidence.”

And find out we are the fraud of our own making.

You?

Yes.

You.

A technical and not necessarily intrinsically outrageously violation.

Such as an improper violation of a sacrament..

Because God consecrated it to be so.

Hallowed Be They Name.

Meaning:

We can crap on the this, or that or marriage or that person because you maybe scared.

Just scared.

However.

Scared and Sacred are very close in their meanings.

That is why God is the ultimate spell checker of the souls of our mistakes.

Some may believe the sacrilegious nature of our God behooves them to pretend it is all within Him when they do not believe it themselves leaving the rest of the weak and the down trodden to wonder if they make the grace of make the stakes of what it spuupzode to be the nor of

“proper behavior.”

Mega this and mega that implore our better selves to get off of our “good intentions” and get to the real work of being real.

Time will tell.

It always does.

God knows our hearts.

He always will.

The pretension is within ourselves when we try to pretend we use Him to advance our agenda (for ourselves.)

In the end.

it does matter, to Him

In the end.

He knows.