Holier than thou

For once I am going to attempt to actually keep to one topic.

I am curious about something, honestly is there a difference between two people, one that has lived a life of piety, a weekly regular at church, tithing the ten percent that they are supposed to, waiting until marriage to taste forbidden fruit, and a person that has lived a little left of living right. While the second person still believes they are also going through life living, enjoying God's gift, viewing a devout life as living in fear of disobeying God. And I am talking about the end of the road, both believe, both fully realize that there really is no one other than God.

Basically what I think that I am asking is whether or not there is a minimum standard to get into heaven. Which I always thought was accepting God into your heart. You do not have to proclaim it to the heavens, just to yourself. And through yourself to God. That would mean that a person that has believed in God their whole life, and the person that has done nothing right lying on their death bed finally believes, go to the same place. Is that fair?

Why does their need to be fairness? Maybe that is just love in general. God's love, or a mother's love. Two children, one the good one, and one the bad seed. Their mother loves them both. Even if they both do not return the love. Or one feels jealous because they feel that mother should love them more.

So maybe what I am really talking about is can you love someone more than another. I have been told that God is love. And Christianity is all about forgiveness. I think that if you love someone, you love them. Whether or not you like them maybe called into question though.

I am not presuming to speak of God's intentions, nor am I attempting to convert or persuade. I am just thinking out loud attempting to logic through something. But I think that there is no difference in God's eyes between the devout believer and the person that while they still believe they "enjoy" their time here. Even the person that still believes but explores other religions for their cultural or moral value.

While I have not lived the most devout life, choices that I have made have led me towards living "in the light" so to speak. Basically I am a good boy that minds well. While some of my associates might not be quite so bright, their intentions are good. Well their intentions in general, at times their intentions are less than seemly, but they are generally good folk.

Would I be offended if I get to heaven and people that lived a life of sin were allowed in? I think that is like asking would I be offended if my life was not the minimum requirement for getting into heaven, so if I wanted to I could have gone out and went a little crazy with women and booze, without fear of going to the hot place. But that would mean that I am not living the life that I wanted to lead. I am doing these good works to attempt to get somewhere. I am good in exchange for something. See I do not think that way. I am "good" because that is who I am. Am I perfect, no, really if you know me you would start laughing at that and as soon as you get under control you would say no, I am not perfect, but then few are. I know that every now and again my devil horns pop up and push my halo off kilter. But that only allows me to see that it is a little dull, so I take it off for a bit and polish it up. So that it shines when I place it back on my head. During the time when it is that it is off, well, that's just boys being boys right?

This is the way that God made me, I feel like it is the way that I should live. But hey I could be wrong, I am after all male.

Special hell and kiwi

Looking back hindsight being twenty/twenty and all. But how long ago it was is inversely proportional to how bad it was. And then a special friend (the only one that would understand the title.) reminded me. No kiwis, or strawberries, unless it is in a drink with a little tequila. And then it was hives. Complaining about the hives but saying how good the drink was. Every time offering food and getting asked, "What is in it?" "Poison, duh. It is a hamburger. There is ground up cow meat, ground up tomatoes that have been salted, with two layers of bread. If they offend you I could pick off the sesame seeds but most leave them on." "That's not funny Brandon." "It is a little." "giggle" (Amanda giggling from her room where she went to take shelter away from the storm)

I have been having to dance like Ali staying away from the special hell. Reserved for two types of people, people who talk at the theater and them others... It is bad when they are trying to make you sweat. Can't show it, must act innocent, not hear the things that I hear, push them all out and accept that all I am doing tonight is homework. Maybe a lesson plan, but not even glancing at special hell. When they have that little knowing smile with the slightly raised eyebrow like they are daring you to read more into it. But like always I stand strong.

OK on with some things that might be understandable.

Yay math night. Last night my school hosted a math night where parents could come in and take a look at the program. I was the head teacher on the lesson for math night. YAY. Only they didn't give me the lesson that we were teaching until two minutes before the thing started. Didn't get through anything because they kept asking questions. Which was good because I had no idea how I was going to get a bunch of adults to follow me learning an advanced algebra lesson. I was at the school until eight and then came home just in time for dinner. Chicken and rice, it is really good with garlic salt.

Then I watched Ken Shamrock get killed by Tito Ortiz. I really thought that Shamrock would have put up a better fight than that. I mean it was barely two minutes into the first round when he got knocked out. Switched back to The Unit. Much better ending.

The weekend went pretty good. Only got two huns, but that is alright, I did what I have been wanting to do for a while. I pointed at a mountain (a really tall hill but mountain sounds better for the story) and said you don't look so big, I am going to climb you. Tasha followed me up the sixty degree incline all the way to the top. It was good times. And then I did it again the next day. Said that mountain thinks he's so big. I'll show him. Heh heh.