[HPN] Think on this one!

[unclescam]

could it be that the "fact" you acknowledge is the conflict in interest
? the pride in the work for those less fortunate, as a form of payment.
leading to an inordinate assessment in the value attributed to a
personal goodness. the "fact" is that good works are not enough.
altruistic or not, one must forego the pleasures of this life if even
one is  in jeopardy, not of being poor or homeless, but in not
believing. this is the salvation army credo and we all know the disdain
for the s.a. amongst our houseless kin.
  what's the plan,john ? how do we raise the status of our
less fortunate kin , to even our lowly state. how do we short cut the
dream of  inhumane greed in our yuppie/boomer generation. how do we
moderate the greed so that all share a little ? the child was drawn by
pheromones and instinctual behaviour to experience the new  "raggedy
man" .
(ogden nash wrote the same story in verse.)
all together now
scam


john macpherson wrote:

> Sorry that I am a service provider of Austin TX. I
> have as of yet to receive a dime for my services that
> I provide my brothers with. The reason is simple those
> that provide services to the homeless community have a
> conflict of interest in bringing about solutions to
> the problems that the homeless have. I am a believer
> in the  ideas, and facts of christianity.
> The fact of the story is in its conclusion about the
> ability of the innocent to bond and love one another,
> the prejudices that we as educated people hate certain
> type-castings without knowledge.
>
> --- unclescam <unclescam@buskers.org> wrote:
> > 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
> >
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