Happy 3.5th Week of Lent!By request, prompted partly by Pastor's sermon today but also found in the dusty parts of my older blogs (who knew? not me!):
The Ten Commandments in Cajun... (Keeps it REAL Simple) 1. God is number one... and das' All.
2. Don't pray to nuttin' or nobody... jus' God.
3. Don't cuss nobody... 'specially da Good Lord.
4. When it be Sunday... pass yo'self by God's House.
5. Yo mama an' yo daddy dun did it all... lissen to dem.
6. Killin' duck an' fish, das' OK... people - No!
7. God done give you a wife... sleep wit' jus' her.
8. Don't take nobody's boat... or nuttin' else.
9. Don't go wantin' somebody's stuff.
10. Stop lyin'... yo tongue gonna fall out yo mouf!
We also had our first Matins service today--apparentally, Matins is one of seven daily services monks used back in medieval times. Everything in the service is either sung or chanted (woot for Looterans! ^_^), but surprisingly, service was shorted than usual. *is Holy-zapped* Heh. Well, shorter because, since there were seven of these each day, they would have to be. Right? I got to hit my super high note today during the choir performance. Double woot.
I also think I learned that there's three kind of Christians: the wrong kind, the fun kind, and the means-well-but-doesn't-get-it kind. And because it's a sinful world, none of these are the right kind (I sure as Mookie (the Piplup) am not).
The wrong kind is the kind the world usually sees--the holier than thou, "racist", "brainwashed", most commonly seen on the news, and the one that most jokes are made on. Of course, the problem is, non-Christians see them and think the wrong kind is the norm.
The fun kind includes my Elder Jeff. He plays Magic the Gathering. His wife commented that he was up till 2 am the other night playing some first person shooter game (she admitted to enjoying Diablo). Quite frankly, if I needed a mentor, he'd definitely be one, because he has a lot of Bible knowledge, a solid faith, and a
wicked sense of strategy (we talked about my Saproling deck today--turns out it's pretty close to a NetDeck that's out there).
THEN there's column three. Nice people. People that really try, and probably, for some people, they work. But sometimes they say stuff that is out of line. Like this one older lady who wants me to break up with my beloved and date her son. Her 7-years-my-senior son. Nice guy, don't get me wrong, but I believe he needs time and space to work through what he's been through lately and to make sure he knows who he is before he gets into a relationship. Somehow, she imagines that I'm going to be the magic miracle that makes everything all right for him.
Once I dump my One and Only, mind you.
I know that having a relationship built on two world religions is reputed to be tough. We've talked about the family issues. The children issues. The "hey, I'm not going to yank you out of your religious ways because that's your business, not mine" issues. We've had our share of both bad and good times on said issues. Beloved is extremely supportive and respectful of my beliefs, never thrusting his on mine. Quite frankly, he's a lot better than some of the so-called "Christians" out there (but how that pains me to say that about my brothers and sisters...).
So I'm sure she means well, but I am happy. And if, God forbid (and I mean that), I should crash and burn, it'll be on my terms, and God'll still love me. It's the World according to Jesus, not to the Overbearing Mother-Figure.
*sighs* Which-a-ever. Mookie the Piplup pwns joo.
*Water/Steel Ninja Girl Poof!*
