Communication is ideally the sharing of ideas with feedback.
Judgment of words is something, I believe, new to the Internet era.
If I were standing in front of you and sharing a belief I held firmly, I doubt any one of you (even Soco) would judge my words the way you do on-line.
I will not apologize for the strength of my convictions.
I share here in case any of you cares to agree or even to disagree with me -- only to provoke thought.
Why judge the messenger? Why question my words and not what it is I'm trying to say?
I have never claimed to be Jesus Christ or anyone's saviour. I only share my words. If they come across as condescending, they are not intended as such. I have been alive long enough to know that I am no greater (nor no worse) than any of you.
What is the fear of open communication?
Why must your generation destroy the messenger instead of hearing the words and applying them to your own perception?
Yes, I am from a different time, but I am not pretending that because of this I know more -- only perchance that I know things differently.
I am not here to spark emotion (love, hate, inspiration, or isolation).
Only to share my words. Why can we not have an open forum in which to share ideas and beliefs and see if we can find commonality or even differences? Why must you judge the messenger so.
There is no ownership of ideas. Hear them and accept them or devalue them based on the words alone -- not on the perceived flaws of the messenger.
Have the Ted Haggards and Oral Robertsons or the George Bush's (either/or) or the Barrack Obama's or whomever so tainted your willingness to peer beyond the person to see the message?
If so, where is the faith?
Not that I preach the gospel. To the contrary. Why fear the actual message despite the flaws of the messenger.
I posit that it is the easy way out -- the coward's way out.
And I encourage you to not take the easy road. Instead, take the thoughtful road.
Find meaning and messages in everything -- the trees, the wind, the flowers, or even the homeless man selling newspapers on the side of the road.
Meaning is there by its very nature. It is up to each of us to find it.
Judgment of words is something, I believe, new to the Internet era.
If I were standing in front of you and sharing a belief I held firmly, I doubt any one of you (even Soco) would judge my words the way you do on-line.
I will not apologize for the strength of my convictions.
I share here in case any of you cares to agree or even to disagree with me -- only to provoke thought.
Why judge the messenger? Why question my words and not what it is I'm trying to say?
I have never claimed to be Jesus Christ or anyone's saviour. I only share my words. If they come across as condescending, they are not intended as such. I have been alive long enough to know that I am no greater (nor no worse) than any of you.
What is the fear of open communication?
Why must your generation destroy the messenger instead of hearing the words and applying them to your own perception?
Yes, I am from a different time, but I am not pretending that because of this I know more -- only perchance that I know things differently.
I am not here to spark emotion (love, hate, inspiration, or isolation).
Only to share my words. Why can we not have an open forum in which to share ideas and beliefs and see if we can find commonality or even differences? Why must you judge the messenger so.
There is no ownership of ideas. Hear them and accept them or devalue them based on the words alone -- not on the perceived flaws of the messenger.
Have the Ted Haggards and Oral Robertsons or the George Bush's (either/or) or the Barrack Obama's or whomever so tainted your willingness to peer beyond the person to see the message?
If so, where is the faith?
Not that I preach the gospel. To the contrary. Why fear the actual message despite the flaws of the messenger.
I posit that it is the easy way out -- the coward's way out.
And I encourage you to not take the easy road. Instead, take the thoughtful road.
Find meaning and messages in everything -- the trees, the wind, the flowers, or even the homeless man selling newspapers on the side of the road.
Meaning is there by its very nature. It is up to each of us to find it.
