[HPN] Think on this one!

[unclescam]

well as we say the "christians" in power are killing us. do we stand
beside these "christians" or oppose them.
as to my personal belief i'd rather live as a believer in acting as the
mythic christ , than as the believers whom follow the "good" book as
translated by anglo saxon prots..
  the camel deal had to do with rich folk not lovers.
  my reaction was to the inanity of the article. there was no connection
to homelessness unless one decides that unkempt folk are all homeless
and i can't see that as responsive to our discussion.
  oh, my father is a minister in the church of the nazarene sect.
retired. he came to see the living of the word as more important than
talkin the talk.

john macpherson wrote:

> It is self evident by your reactions to this story
> that you are not a Christian.  The story is that Jesus
> died on the crucifix in payment of our sins so that we
> can learn to love one another. However it is also true
> that it is easier to fit a camel through the eye of a
> needle than it is to learn how to love one another.
>
> --- unclescam <unclescam@buskers.org> wrote:
> > bill
> >   just what lesson is to be learned from this story?
> > nobody paid for this lesson?
> > a free jolt for the rich ?
> > why wasn't the bum thrown out o the restaraunt/?
> > even bums like babies ?
> > hell i'm a bum and i got grandkid.
> > kids like dirty bums who smile and play like
> > children?
> > i don't get it. what does Christ have to do with
> > this?
> > is this a showing of bad behavior by this lady?
> > what do you see in this ?
> > uncle scam
> >
> > William Tinker wrote:
> >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >  GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS
> > >
> > > This is a first-person account from a mother about
> > her family as they
> > >  ate dinner on Christmas Day in a small restaurant
> > many miles from
> > >  their home.
> > >
> > >  Nancy, the mother, relates:
> > >
> > > We were the only family with children in the
> > restaurant. I sat Erik in
> > > a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly
> > eating and talking.
> > > Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi
> > there." He pounded his
> > > fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes
> > were wide with excitement
> > > and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He
> > wriggled and giggled with
> > > merriment.
> > >
> > >  I looked around and saw the source of his
> > merriment. It was a man with
> > > a tattered rag of a coat, dirty, greasy and worn.
> > His pants were baggy
> > > with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out
> > of would be shoes. His
> > >  shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and
> > unwashed. His whiskers were
> > > too short to be called a beard and his nose was so
> > varicose, it looked
> > >  like a road map.  We were too far from him to
> > smell, but I was sure he
> > > smelled.  His hands waved and flapped on loose
> > wrists. "Hi there, baby;
> > > hi there, big boy.
> > >
> > > I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My
> > husband and I exchanged
> > > looks, "What do we do?" Everyone in the restaurant
> > noticed and looked
> > > at us and then at the man. The old geezer was
> > creating a nuisance with
> > > my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began
> > shouting from across
> > > the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know
> > peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he
> > > knows peek-a boo. Nobody thought the old man was
> > cute.  He was
> > > obviously drunk.  My husband and I were
> > embarrassed. We ate in silence,
> > > all except for Erik, who was running through his
> > repertoire for the
> > > admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated
> > with his cute comments.
> > >
> > > We finally got through the meal and headed for the
> > door. My husband
> > > went to pay the check and told me to meet him in
> > the parking lot.  The
> > > old man sat poised between the door and me. "Lord,
> > just let me out of
> > > here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As
> > I drew closer to the
> > > man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and
> > avoid any air he might
> > > be breathing.  As I did, Erik leaned over my arm,
> > reaching with both arms
> > > in a baby's pick-me-up position.  Before I could
> > stop him, Erik had
> > > propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
> > >
> > >  Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young
> > baby consummated their
> > > love relationship. Erik, in an act of total trust,
> > love, and
> > > submission laid his tiny head upon the man's
> > ragged shoulder. The man's
> > > eyes closed and I saw tears hover beneath his
> > lashes. His aged hands full
> > > of grime, pain and hard labor-gently, so gently
> > cradled my baby's bottom
> > > and stroked his back.
> > >
> > >  No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so
> > short a time. I stood
> > > awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in
> > his arms for a
> > > moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely
> > on mine. He said in
> > > a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this
> > baby." Somehow I managed,
> > > "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He
> > pried Erik from his
> > > chest unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in
> > pain. I received my
> > > baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am,
> > you've given me my
> > > Christmas
> > > gift."
> > >
> > >  I said nothing more than muttered thanks. With
> > Erik in my arms, I ran
> > > for the car. My husband was wondering why I was
> > crying and holding
> > > Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my
> > God, forgive me." I
> > > had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the
> > innocence of a tiny
> > > child who saw no sin, who made no judgment, a
> > child who saw a soul, and
> > > a mother who saw a suit of clothes.
> > >
> > >  I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child
> > who was not.  I felt
> > > it was God asking...."Are you willing to share
> > your son for a moment?",
> > > when HE shared His for an eternity. The ragged old
> > man, unwittingly,
> > > had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we
> > must become as little
> > > children."
> > >
> > > ~Author Unknown~
> > >
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