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Why Do Church Folk Act So Evil Sometimes? by Milton Lee Norris
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009
Why do church folk act so evil sometimes?
They say that they love God,
Yet some of them are the first to curse God.
They say that they are Christians,
Yet some of them are the first to scorn their neighbors.
They say that they are loving, and that they love people,
Then why do they choose whom to love?
Why do they choose to leave some people out their love?
Aren’t Christians supposed to be aspiring to be like Jesus?
Then why do so many have color barriers preventing them from loving everyone?
Why do other Christians only love those, or befriend those who look like them?
Why do other Christians refuse to love gay people, aren’t we Christians too?
Funny thing, the gay Christians don’t have a problem loving them,
Why do they have a problem loving us, and more to the point,
Why do they call themselves Christians?
Good evening everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:44 PM
Why do church folk act so evil sometimes?
They say that they love God,
Yet some of them are the first to curse God.
They say that they are Christians,
Yet some of them are the first to scorn their neighbors.
They say that they are loving, and that they love people,
Then why do they choose whom to love?
Why do they choose to leave some people out their love?
Aren’t Christians supposed to be aspiring to be like Jesus?
Then why do so many have color barriers preventing them from loving everyone?
Why do other Christians only love those, or befriend those who look like them?
Why do other Christians refuse to love gay people, aren’t we Christians too?
Funny thing, the gay Christians don’t have a problem loving them,
Why do they have a problem loving us, and more to the point,
Why do they call themselves Christians?
Good evening everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:44 PM
When the Light Starts Shining Within Milton Lee Norris
TUESDAY, AUGUST 4, 2009
When the light starts shining within, it is for a reason, so smile and let it will continue. True light comes unexpectedly, swiftly like lightning in a storm, or like a fragrance that excites the psyche. If you are uncertain where this light is coming from; be certain that it is coming from a higher place; it is not you; it is being given to you to structure and to mold. Some call it the muse; I call it the spirit; it really doesn’t matter what it is called, it is your epiphany to speak and to share. Good morning everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 6:02 AM
When the light starts shining within, it is for a reason, so smile and let it will continue. True light comes unexpectedly, swiftly like lightning in a storm, or like a fragrance that excites the psyche. If you are uncertain where this light is coming from; be certain that it is coming from a higher place; it is not you; it is being given to you to structure and to mold. Some call it the muse; I call it the spirit; it really doesn’t matter what it is called, it is your epiphany to speak and to share. Good morning everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 6:02 AM
When Dreams Unfold by Milton Lee Norris
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 19, 2009
When dreams come true, we write of the joy.
When dreams fail to come true, we write of the sadness.
When dreams are being thought of, it is somewhat like a lullaby.
When dreams are dreamt, it’s a mystery being unfolded.
When dreams unfold, it can be about birth.
Dreams are statements, sometimes about life, but also sometimes about death.
Dreams are about harmony, of a love or a hate.
Dreams are about a tomorrow or a yesterday gone by.
Dreams are about wishes and hopes to be fulfilled.
Dreams are about laughter and some are about tears.
Life is about dreams, of a vision and a hope.
Life is about dreams of friends, and of lovers.
Life is about relationships, some about sadness, and others about joy.
Life is about reality, of frustration and hope.
Life is about dying, and of loosing a dear friend.
Blessings are life at its best; the best is always about life.
Blessings are of a hope that was dreamed of coming true.
Blessings are the magic of life that we don’t understand.
Blessings are those things that we feel most grateful for; we know that we’re blessed.
Blessings are the things not always understood.
Dreams, life and blessings are the things, which we receive;
We don’t always realize their importance until sometime later.
You see a blessing can be a dream, a thought, a love, a friendship or a smile.
Blessings are simply the best things that come with life;
Blessings are life at its best.
You are blessed today; share the blessing and bless someone else.
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:04 PM
When dreams come true, we write of the joy.
When dreams fail to come true, we write of the sadness.
When dreams are being thought of, it is somewhat like a lullaby.
When dreams are dreamt, it’s a mystery being unfolded.
When dreams unfold, it can be about birth.
Dreams are statements, sometimes about life, but also sometimes about death.
Dreams are about harmony, of a love or a hate.
Dreams are about a tomorrow or a yesterday gone by.
Dreams are about wishes and hopes to be fulfilled.
Dreams are about laughter and some are about tears.
Life is about dreams, of a vision and a hope.
Life is about dreams of friends, and of lovers.
Life is about relationships, some about sadness, and others about joy.
Life is about reality, of frustration and hope.
Life is about dying, and of loosing a dear friend.
Blessings are life at its best; the best is always about life.
Blessings are of a hope that was dreamed of coming true.
Blessings are the magic of life that we don’t understand.
Blessings are those things that we feel most grateful for; we know that we’re blessed.
Blessings are the things not always understood.
Dreams, life and blessings are the things, which we receive;
We don’t always realize their importance until sometime later.
You see a blessing can be a dream, a thought, a love, a friendship or a smile.
Blessings are simply the best things that come with life;
Blessings are life at its best.
You are blessed today; share the blessing and bless someone else.
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:04 PM
For Certain Things Touch My Soul by Milton Lee Norris
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 19, 2009
Being inspired and inspirational is wonderful; it can be soft, gentle, fragrant, tearful, horrid, depressing, languid, energized, laughable, kind, mean spirited, conscientious, blissful, bashful, fun, loving, happy, genuine, religious, faithful, endearing, sweet, lovable, eatable, delightful, or gay; these are just a few things that we can be inspired from or find inspirational in some way. All of these can provide sermons or little vignettes to our lives. But of all the things that I can think of; I find that love is the greatest thing in the world to be inspired by, and to be inspired from. I believe that love is the most the most precious and the most beautiful thing that one can find, which is truly inspirational.
I love people, especially people that have the audacity to become your friends. You see friendship is a two way street, and what we’re doing is taking a chance on each other. I am humbled and honored to be someone’s friend, and I am humbled and honored by their friendship too, especially when they pick out a few flaws that I may have, which are meant to help me become a better person or a friend. When they do things like this, they are sharing and blessing me. We can all use an eraser in life; pencils have them, so why can’t we?
As I sit and have my black unsweetened French roast café I smile, look away at my candle burning, and think of how really fortunate I am. I have food to put on the table; I have shelter from rain, and other bad elements of life, and it is very comfortable here. I have clean clothes to wear; and though hitting sixty in two weeks; I feel good because life is wonderful and I am happy to be. I think positive, I love life and laughter. I like tea, but I love coffee. I am able to speak, talk, laugh, cry, drink, eat, sleep, see, hear, touch, feel, smell and taste, and I can also sense. God has provided me with something much deeper; one might say that this is what goes to the soul, and to the bone marrow of life. Good morning everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:14 PM
Being inspired and inspirational is wonderful; it can be soft, gentle, fragrant, tearful, horrid, depressing, languid, energized, laughable, kind, mean spirited, conscientious, blissful, bashful, fun, loving, happy, genuine, religious, faithful, endearing, sweet, lovable, eatable, delightful, or gay; these are just a few things that we can be inspired from or find inspirational in some way. All of these can provide sermons or little vignettes to our lives. But of all the things that I can think of; I find that love is the greatest thing in the world to be inspired by, and to be inspired from. I believe that love is the most the most precious and the most beautiful thing that one can find, which is truly inspirational.
I love people, especially people that have the audacity to become your friends. You see friendship is a two way street, and what we’re doing is taking a chance on each other. I am humbled and honored to be someone’s friend, and I am humbled and honored by their friendship too, especially when they pick out a few flaws that I may have, which are meant to help me become a better person or a friend. When they do things like this, they are sharing and blessing me. We can all use an eraser in life; pencils have them, so why can’t we?
As I sit and have my black unsweetened French roast café I smile, look away at my candle burning, and think of how really fortunate I am. I have food to put on the table; I have shelter from rain, and other bad elements of life, and it is very comfortable here. I have clean clothes to wear; and though hitting sixty in two weeks; I feel good because life is wonderful and I am happy to be. I think positive, I love life and laughter. I like tea, but I love coffee. I am able to speak, talk, laugh, cry, drink, eat, sleep, see, hear, touch, feel, smell and taste, and I can also sense. God has provided me with something much deeper; one might say that this is what goes to the soul, and to the bone marrow of life. Good morning everyone!
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 2:14 PM
Writing for the Good of Each Other by Milton Lee Norris
FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 2009
Write about wisdom, write about wit.
Write about freedom, and write about knowledge.
Write for humor, write for joy, write for laughter, and write about tears.
Write about the gayness, which is in your heart.
Write about sorrow and write of regrets.
Write about birth and write about death.
Write about blessings, and of being grateful.
Write for fun, and write for life.
Write about what the spirit fills you with, be it laughter or be it sadness.
And what is sorrow, what is friendship and what is love?
Oh write about those words and share them.
Write for being just who you are, and share it with all who will read or listen.
Write for birthdays and write for all celebrations.
Write about Christmas and of a New Year which follows.
Write about Easter and write about Mother’s Day,
Then write about Children’s Day, and about Father’s Day after.
Write about winter and write about spring.
Write about the frost and write about the cold.
Write about the summer and write about the fall.
Write about the chill and write about the warmth.
Write about the dew drops on an early morn.
Write about opening with the beginning of each new season,
And write about opening up with the birth of your children.
Write about opening up from the shyness within,
Then write about opening up of your heart from inside.
Write about giving and write about sharing.
Write about the rain and write about the snow,
Write about the hail and about the wind that blows.
Write about the storms and those foggy days.
Write about the flowers and write about the trees.
Write about the dirt of the earth where we live,
And write about the sand where many children play.
Write for the sun and write for the moon.
Write about the morning and for mourning within.
Write about the darkness and of the light which shines.
Write about the daylight and of the nightfall coming soon.
Write about the energy and of sickness within.
Write about health and of being in good cheer.
Write about somberness, and of the kindness within.
Write about our hopes and of the dreams that we share.
Write about honor and our integrity we share,
Then write about shame and the disgust we should feel.
Write about the meadows, the valleys, rivers, oceans and the falls.
Write about the mountains and write about the streams.
Write for kin folk and of strangers we meet.
Write about peace and of harmony within.
Write about the lives, which we discriminate against.
Write about those lives, which we could have shared too.
Write about the hellos and the greetings we receive.
Write about the goodbyes, be it long or short.
Write about the greetings that we never share,
Then write about the unkind words of which we sometimes speak.
Write about the words of being gentle, kind, warm and gay,
Then think of how you feel when greeting a stranger in need.
Write about a friend, and then write about an enemy.
Write about a lover, then write of being gay.
Write of being truthful, and of the lies that were told.
Write about the harm, and of the lives that were destroyed.
Write of those lies that were told as if they were truths.
Write of those murders which were committed without shame,
And write of the rapes of children, and of women and of men.
Write about the truth and not just what you see.
Write about the discrimination of each race you observe,
Then write of their hurt, their pain, their suffering and of their loved ones lost.
Write of those gays, who could have been your friends,
If you had just been willing to open up your hearts.
Write of those friends that lost their gay friends,
Because they were too ashamed to speak out against you.
Write of the torture and write of the pain,
Of lives lost too soon, yet you did not grieve.
Write of the blood on the hands that are stained,
Then look and see how many hands were those of your friends.
Now write about friendship and of what friendship is,
And ask yourself are those murderers your friends too?
When blood stains their hands, how clean do they wash?
Write of those blood stained bodies, then of your own blood stained hands.
Write of their agony and of their misery and pain.
Write of the Blacks and other minorities that you mistreated too,
And then write of the lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgender,
Which you scorn everyday.
Now ask yourself, isn’t the price they paid just a little too high?
So many lost their lives and many tears were shed;
Write of the tears that you never shed.
Write of the pain that they must have felt,
Then write of the pain that their love ones still feel.
Now write and continue to write,
But this time please write of opening our hearts to include all those we meet.
Let’s write of opening our arms to all that we touch.
Write about love and write about the laughter,
Write about joy and write about the beauty which is in our souls.
Write of the delight of making new friends,
And write of saying hello to someone different than you and me.
Amen
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 8:13 PM
Write about wisdom, write about wit.
Write about freedom, and write about knowledge.
Write for humor, write for joy, write for laughter, and write about tears.
Write about the gayness, which is in your heart.
Write about sorrow and write of regrets.
Write about birth and write about death.
Write about blessings, and of being grateful.
Write for fun, and write for life.
Write about what the spirit fills you with, be it laughter or be it sadness.
And what is sorrow, what is friendship and what is love?
Oh write about those words and share them.
Write for being just who you are, and share it with all who will read or listen.
Write for birthdays and write for all celebrations.
Write about Christmas and of a New Year which follows.
Write about Easter and write about Mother’s Day,
Then write about Children’s Day, and about Father’s Day after.
Write about winter and write about spring.
Write about the frost and write about the cold.
Write about the summer and write about the fall.
Write about the chill and write about the warmth.
Write about the dew drops on an early morn.
Write about opening with the beginning of each new season,
And write about opening up with the birth of your children.
Write about opening up from the shyness within,
Then write about opening up of your heart from inside.
Write about giving and write about sharing.
Write about the rain and write about the snow,
Write about the hail and about the wind that blows.
Write about the storms and those foggy days.
Write about the flowers and write about the trees.
Write about the dirt of the earth where we live,
And write about the sand where many children play.
Write for the sun and write for the moon.
Write about the morning and for mourning within.
Write about the darkness and of the light which shines.
Write about the daylight and of the nightfall coming soon.
Write about the energy and of sickness within.
Write about health and of being in good cheer.
Write about somberness, and of the kindness within.
Write about our hopes and of the dreams that we share.
Write about honor and our integrity we share,
Then write about shame and the disgust we should feel.
Write about the meadows, the valleys, rivers, oceans and the falls.
Write about the mountains and write about the streams.
Write for kin folk and of strangers we meet.
Write about peace and of harmony within.
Write about the lives, which we discriminate against.
Write about those lives, which we could have shared too.
Write about the hellos and the greetings we receive.
Write about the goodbyes, be it long or short.
Write about the greetings that we never share,
Then write about the unkind words of which we sometimes speak.
Write about the words of being gentle, kind, warm and gay,
Then think of how you feel when greeting a stranger in need.
Write about a friend, and then write about an enemy.
Write about a lover, then write of being gay.
Write of being truthful, and of the lies that were told.
Write about the harm, and of the lives that were destroyed.
Write of those lies that were told as if they were truths.
Write of those murders which were committed without shame,
And write of the rapes of children, and of women and of men.
Write about the truth and not just what you see.
Write about the discrimination of each race you observe,
Then write of their hurt, their pain, their suffering and of their loved ones lost.
Write of those gays, who could have been your friends,
If you had just been willing to open up your hearts.
Write of those friends that lost their gay friends,
Because they were too ashamed to speak out against you.
Write of the torture and write of the pain,
Of lives lost too soon, yet you did not grieve.
Write of the blood on the hands that are stained,
Then look and see how many hands were those of your friends.
Now write about friendship and of what friendship is,
And ask yourself are those murderers your friends too?
When blood stains their hands, how clean do they wash?
Write of those blood stained bodies, then of your own blood stained hands.
Write of their agony and of their misery and pain.
Write of the Blacks and other minorities that you mistreated too,
And then write of the lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgender,
Which you scorn everyday.
Now ask yourself, isn’t the price they paid just a little too high?
So many lost their lives and many tears were shed;
Write of the tears that you never shed.
Write of the pain that they must have felt,
Then write of the pain that their love ones still feel.
Now write and continue to write,
But this time please write of opening our hearts to include all those we meet.
Let’s write of opening our arms to all that we touch.
Write about love and write about the laughter,
Write about joy and write about the beauty which is in our souls.
Write of the delight of making new friends,
And write of saying hello to someone different than you and me.
Amen
Posted by Milton Lee Norris at 8:13 PM
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