If only I could find the words to explain to some people.
--
They seem to think that Jehovah's
Witnesses are like a cult. Or like an extremely strict form of
religion. All because we believe in disfellowshipping. And avoiding
bad associations.
But I'd like to ask them:
“Don't you find it necessary to
keep away from certain people. To avoid those who you feel are bad?
Those that would constantly bring you down? Or those that influence
you negatively?
Think about it...
Would you be caught hanging around
with a murderer? Or a thief?
Would you happily and readily greet a
man who was riddled in filth? One that would murder his own children?
Or one that thought nothing wrong of sleeping with children?
No.
You wouldn't. You would be disgusted
by them.
So why be surprised by a few people.
Who feel that... if those ones don't need to ask for forgiveness of
their sins, they should be strictly avoided?”
Sometimes... the logic of this
world...
Evades me.
I avoid a lot of people... Because I
know that they will only bring me down. Physically. Emotionally.
Spiritually. Ect...
So I see nothing wrong. With some
people deciding that they wish to avoid others, who... refuse to
admit when they are wrong. When they are doing wrong. And thinking
that God should not decide what is wrong or right...
I like to think of it this way:
“If you had a bowl. An empty
bowl. And you set it upon the counter. What would happen to that
bowl? Over time?
It would become filled with dust
wouldn't it? Yes, eventually. And dirt. And maybe even a bug or two.
So you see.
That if you do not put the bowl to a
proper use, it will become filled with improper things regardless.
The same with men.
If they do not do what is right.
You will only find them...
doing wrong.
There's no such thing. As an empty
bowl, staying perfectly clean.”
And if a bowl refuses to come clean
and be used for a right purpose... Then it's usually thrown away...
Logical.
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I can see now... how Jehovah must
feel... over the plight of his people.
--
I had another dream last night... As
all my dreams seem to be rather vivid. Probably due to the medication
I've been on.
There was this cat. This little orange
cat. He was adorable. And comical. And it was almost as if I could
talk to him. Like he understood me.
Whenever I would get lost, the cat
would kindly lead me back home. Like even if I was lost in the woods,
or something. He never led me astray.
And I quickly fell in love with the
little creature.
He would even follow me. Wherever I
went. Like a little protector.
However, as I followed him around... I
quickly found out... that he was living a very down trodden
lifestyle. For he was in an extremely poor situation for a cat. He
did not have a human home. And so had great difficulty finding clean
water, and staying clean himself.
He also had to beg for his food. Going
up to people and offering them little trinkets he found in the forest
for a few measley morsels of chicken, ect.
Granted... he was surviving. But for
the fact that he was my friend. I could not stand to watch him
suffer. While I... lived in the lap of luxury. Even if... we were
both insanely poor. I still had somehow procured for myself. A much
nicer place in which to live.
This creature... did not have a home.
And the thought... troubled me.
So in the dream. I explained to the
cat. That I worried greatly over his present plight. And that I did
not wish for my dear friend to continue in this way. So I asked him,
if he would stay with me. In my home. Or if he was ever in need, that
he would come to me straight away. That I might offer to him some
aid. For I cared for him. And I worried for his safety.
He was just about to agree with me.
When an evil mouse appeared in my home!
He had never before encountered a
rodent. So to battle one, must have been new to him.
He must kill the mouse, I explained.
Or it will destroy his new home!
And so the two battled.
This... cat and mouse. I thought,
since he was a cat, he would have no trouble at all defeating the
mouse.
Surprisingly though, the mouse was
very fierce. And took many bites out of the cat. Despite it's
attempts to kill it.
I watched as the cat slowly began to
lose the battle. He was not proficient enough in battle to take on
the creature. And it cost him dearly.
With tears, I slowly watched my
precious kitty die... an agonizing death. From infection to his
wounds.
And in my anger toward the rat... I
snagged it with both hands!
I took it outside!
And I snapped it's spine!
Killing it.
I showed NO remorse for it.
It had killed...
my dearest friend...
I believe... that soon... God will do
the same. For us.
(Jeremiah 25: 32- 34).
- The picture was another treasure I had found. But it captures the spirit of my words, nonetheless.
~ Crystal LM 😕🙏💪
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