The bandwagon has left the station

 

 

I keep noticing the bandwagons as they have already left the station.
They’re hard to miss when the hot air of hypocrisy fuels them to roar pitch.

The definition for bandwagon is as follows;
*A wagon used for carrying a band in a parade or procession
*A particular activity or cause that has suddenly become fashionable or popular.

I’m of the opinion that when the “I’m right/you’re wrong” flag is boldly paraded there is always potential that just cause/healing and change get lost in theatrics/ego and chaos. True victims get thrown under the bandwagon bus time and time again. The attempt for real change becomes more about the movement of the bandwagon and not what propelled it from the station in the first place. The bandwagon becomes the mob.

The definition of mob is as follows;
*A large crowd of people, especially one that is disorderly and intent on causing trouble or violence.
*Crowd around (someone) in and unruly or excitable way in order to admire or attack them.

The mob bullies its way past logic and fact, the primary purpose being to divide and concur. I don’t much care for the mob mentality and find it quite disturbing but then again isn’t that the goal? Shouldn’t we question when the encouragement to think, listen or debate is replaced with passive/aggressive, group think, and above all hypocritical behaviors.
While I do realize for sure there is strength in numbers, I so appreciate the courage it takes to stand up and be counted as not part of the crowd. I absolutely believe within each bandwagon hurling it’s way to mob rule is the hurtful attempt to exploit another’s pain and that for some the solution is in making sure there ain’t any.

 

 

 

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My RIGHT To Know LIFE

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer me solution, without destroying another
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
When offered the choice to abort me as mother
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not for abuse
Not to be caught in agenda, while fact not disclosed
The remnant of child kept silent, as part of the ruse
Compassion means more, when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Truth be told please, in full disclosure
When does the rhythm of heartbeat on, turn
Life’s lines less blurred when in light of exposure

Faith vs Contradiction

daylily at home

It’s spring 2013 and there is much evidence of life renewed all around me. I’m in awe of how much things have changed yet in some ways remain the same. I wanted to write about it but just kept going back to this past pondering from a couple years ago.
It was the holiday season and I was then as I am now counting my blessing for the ability to stay constant in faith in this crazy, wonderful and ever-changing, not-so changing world.
Please forgive the redundancy but here goes:

I’ve been doing quite of bit of reflection this holiday season and I have a strong need to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) and share a few thoughts. I turned 55 this year and feel like a youngster, one who is old enough and wise enough to take nothing for granted or lightly. I find with each year the only thing I know for sure, is that I don’t know much and neither do alot of others who maybe think they do.
As I see it myself included, most of us are just contradictions with feet. For a good deal of my life I have been the ying to my own yang (that doesn’t sound too good).
Life is so darn complex and ever changing and it seems we always complicate it further with one contradiction after another. Please indulge me with just a few silly examples;

“I’ve heard it said, so it must be true”. Don’t believe everything you hear

“I saw it with my own two eyes”. Looks can be deceiving

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”. The tongue is sharper than the sword

I’m hoping you get my drift. Whether it be by circumstance or never ending opinions (and like bottoms, everybody’s got one), change is a constant.

However, I for one find so much comfort in knowing that my faith far outways all change or contradiction. My faith is the gift of love through my sweet Jesus. Faith is Love and that remains as true and constant today as it was yesterday, today and hopefully many more tomorrows.