Chapter 7b.
Little is much. Continuing with a few more of the "what-if" things.
What if the brother was at the time, having real difficulties, like, dragging the weight along and getting dirty on the knees, while trying to dig himself out of the money pit that he'd found himself in lately, ish? The catchment dams, too, in recent times? Woo! What if the people who were supposed to, and had sworn to help him, along with virtue? What if they were the very ones who were there, busily dragging him down? Or pushing him further into the money-pit round, by their selfish and misguided ways and habits?
Some of which, (by the looks of things,) were being taught and learned right there amongst you in churches circling? By the rabbits' half wings, too, no? Like, in some of those very "well-planned out programmed happenings, right by you? Probably true. What if that brother had purposed in his heart that he was going to test his God on this one to see if she was smart, by seeing it through, and to its logical ending part? Unlike what he'd come to see, which seemed to be prevalent as the norm among some of you? Yes, me too, and them, amongst all of us, even.
Although we profess to be one thing, we practice quite another, to our sin. "Oh, my brother! You mean?" Yes. So, "no divorce," you say. "We don't believe in or support it that way." But divorcees are leaders everywhere among you. Some who teach and "preach the word" in your churches, too. Some who've been there teaching you those very things that are now practiced routinely. Including, but not limited to, you and me. Teaching us how to behave, or more like, to misbehave.
Furthermore, what if the vow that the brother had taken and made before the king was a sacred thing, offered up for, and to a holy God, or him, yes, the one who's preaching? What if, just like me, and you, and many of the other leaders, and prominent people there amongst whom? Yes, you. You who have made those same sorts of vows, and then, some among you have gone and broken them? Wow! What if it should turn out that the one true test that God was searching for, and maybe, still is? What if it's to find that one, "someone" who would follow through and honor a vow, mi pickneys? What would God think now of you and me?
What if a part of the struggles that the brother was going through at the time was due to some things that he had done? Things that he probably should not have done. No, we're not talking about that one, not those. Not those types of "somethings" here, Batman. The "thou shalt not" types of gears. But the types like offering up some timely help to someone in need of ecclesiastical gear. Someone like a sister, a brother, or even Steve. The same one who is sitting there and puffing on the weed. By bailing him out financially? Yeah! Said speed. Or was it her? "Oh, yeah, I?"
I heard you, oh, thou shalt not do that either. But my brother! What if? What if you're sitting there smug in the satisfaction of hearing the man say it out loud, that which you already knew all along, and were even thinking about it, and are proud? Yeah! Proud of knowing the same thing before the rest of them. Even at the very moment before he'd said those things, you knew. So now you're here, busily misrepresenting what the brother is saying, and how he thinks, these things through... the air?
What if that thing that the brother had done was to bail out another brother with some, you know, like, rum? Or a sister? One who was from amongst us and was having a really difficult time financially, to assist her? What if that said party had gone afterward and done the unthinkable? Like, not only did she not pay back the loan that she'd borrowed, and which was drinkable, but also by him and at his own hands. Yet it was required and payable by the other man.
But she went along doing a whole myriad of shuffling, trickery, and dishonest wheeling and dealing that served no purpose other than to push the person who'd helped in bailing her out, deeper, deeper in? No, not in the love of jeezas but, deeper into a hole? What if the brother ended up in a big pile of mess and out of the fold-up fortress, all because of this, that, and the house dress? What if that didn't stop there? What if, (among other things,) the borrower ended up calling the cops on the lender because the lender had the unmitigated gall to show up at her door in the night?
Or more like, early evening to be exact, and precise? What if that visit was to try and get her to do the thing that is right and honorable? Like, based on the fact, not the offering vice from the terrible but, yes, that, like, to honor the commitments and repay the loan she had borrowed and repent? What if the efforts had failed? What if all of this was made known to the church and its leaders? - ?"And the in-house voicemail readers?"
"Yes."
What if your god in a book somewhere had given instructions as to how to handle such situations? What if those instructions should include taking the matter to you in that very instance, like the brother did do? What if the said church and leadership did absolutely nothing to rectify the said situational grief? No sanction, no suspension, no nothing, nothing at all to bother to mention about the thieves? Well, not quite. What if they did promote the offending party that night? What sort of message would that be sending to onlookers like the Smartly and Bright? Many of whom might have known about some aspects of the "sit you Haitian," beforehand.
If not, they could come to know the story later on and make judgment calls on someone, no? What if the lender had decided to go along with it and see where this road also leads? What if, in the hardest of times, like when he had to stop paying the tithes because he's now a lender-turned-giver and unwise, or more like, a debt load underwriter, to be precise? What if he'd decided that; this could be seen as his contribution to said cause and purpose on the right side of the circus, sorry, I meant to say, churches, of the churches? The tithes cause, even? To the family, like, to the church family, and her courtesies?
Would that be just, could it be justified? What if this, none of it, is hypothetical to the eyes-sis? Could it fit in the purses? Should the brother continue paying those tithes to the deadly call, and his demise as the curse is, first? (No matter what,) just as he'd been doing all those years, and on the lot? Yeah! Just like you'd said, my pops. Meanwhile, hoping, trusting, praying, and believing, all those things that, believing in them, were what would have served in bringing about this very situation, with him. Should he continue along in the same mode, hoping for some more prayers, and wishing for different outcomes today, and going on down the road, liars? No, not this one. But then...
Then they go off to church and sing those sweet, melodious songs of yours, again, like. "There's no better way to rob all my brothers," (and sisters too, perhaps,) "Than to trust and don't pay," and shop and defray, and freeload the whole way, but never could reach the bay. Or anywhere else worth reaching, I'd say, on this side of the Milky Way. Like, heaven, you say, yours even. Did you know, did it ever occur to you that those aforementioned things, and codes, are hidden within the game boards? What if these were possible deterrent factors and clothes?
Could it be that those were the very things that the brother was wearing, bearing with, and going through at the time, and sinking faster down the sheeves? Believing what you, and those others like you, have been telling him and bringing him after? That would have been the very thing you know, that would have brought him to the current situation that he was to find himself trapped in, at the helping stations below. Like, "Bring the tithes and offerings into the storehouse, and prove me now," you say, and bow?
Oh yeah, I hear you, I know it too. It wasn't you who'd said this, it was the Lord. She would have written it down in the holy words and sent it to us-ward. "Give and it shall be given to you, pressed down, shaken together, and running over too." All of the other used, to the overused positions, scriptures, and texts that you loved so very much to use, and overuse in excess. Above all the other scriptures and the news, I'm vexed. Those are designed to convey a message that, if you do this, then God will do that. Right?
What if after years, decades even, after decades of one following that queue, those mantras, and you? One was to wake up one day to realize that it ain't working out quite like that, boo. But by then, you had fallen too deeply in, and, under the weight, were beginning to realize that that situation was not, and would never become, sustainable. At least not for you being a mortal person and all, the Ape, and stainable. Should such a person continue along that self-same path to the fall, unabated? Well, this mocking fool right here, who's feeding the kid, wasn't going to. No matter what anyone says or does them too.
"While I live," he'd said, "I'mma gonna keep on seeking and searching out other paths to my bed. Like sensible people sometimes tend to do, and run at it with the fastest shoe, as said. Until that day comes, the day when, per adventure I, even I, might become sensible too, before I die and go off to heaven, and away from you. Until then, though, look at you, a-boo." To be continued.
Little is much. Continuing with a few more of the "what-if" things.
What if the brother was at the time, having real difficulties, like, dragging the weight along and getting dirty on the knees, while trying to dig himself out of the money pit that he'd found himself in lately, ish? The catchment dams, too, in recent times? Woo! What if the people who were supposed to, and had sworn to help him, along with virtue? What if they were the very ones who were there, busily dragging him down? Or pushing him further into the money-pit round, by their selfish and misguided ways and habits?
Some of which, (by the looks of things,) were being taught and learned right there amongst you in churches circling? By the rabbits' half wings, too, no? Like, in some of those very "well-planned out programmed happenings, right by you? Probably true. What if that brother had purposed in his heart that he was going to test his God on this one to see if she was smart, by seeing it through, and to its logical ending part? Unlike what he'd come to see, which seemed to be prevalent as the norm among some of you? Yes, me too, and them, amongst all of us, even.
Although we profess to be one thing, we practice quite another, to our sin. "Oh, my brother! You mean?" Yes. So, "no divorce," you say. "We don't believe in or support it that way." But divorcees are leaders everywhere among you. Some who teach and "preach the word" in your churches, too. Some who've been there teaching you those very things that are now practiced routinely. Including, but not limited to, you and me. Teaching us how to behave, or more like, to misbehave.
Furthermore, what if the vow that the brother had taken and made before the king was a sacred thing, offered up for, and to a holy God, or him, yes, the one who's preaching? What if, just like me, and you, and many of the other leaders, and prominent people there amongst whom? Yes, you. You who have made those same sorts of vows, and then, some among you have gone and broken them? Wow! What if it should turn out that the one true test that God was searching for, and maybe, still is? What if it's to find that one, "someone" who would follow through and honor a vow, mi pickneys? What would God think now of you and me?
What if a part of the struggles that the brother was going through at the time was due to some things that he had done? Things that he probably should not have done. No, we're not talking about that one, not those. Not those types of "somethings" here, Batman. The "thou shalt not" types of gears. But the types like offering up some timely help to someone in need of ecclesiastical gear. Someone like a sister, a brother, or even Steve. The same one who is sitting there and puffing on the weed. By bailing him out financially? Yeah! Said speed. Or was it her? "Oh, yeah, I?"
I heard you, oh, thou shalt not do that either. But my brother! What if? What if you're sitting there smug in the satisfaction of hearing the man say it out loud, that which you already knew all along, and were even thinking about it, and are proud? Yeah! Proud of knowing the same thing before the rest of them. Even at the very moment before he'd said those things, you knew. So now you're here, busily misrepresenting what the brother is saying, and how he thinks, these things through... the air?
What if that thing that the brother had done was to bail out another brother with some, you know, like, rum? Or a sister? One who was from amongst us and was having a really difficult time financially, to assist her? What if that said party had gone afterward and done the unthinkable? Like, not only did she not pay back the loan that she'd borrowed, and which was drinkable, but also by him and at his own hands. Yet it was required and payable by the other man.
But she went along doing a whole myriad of shuffling, trickery, and dishonest wheeling and dealing that served no purpose other than to push the person who'd helped in bailing her out, deeper, deeper in? No, not in the love of jeezas but, deeper into a hole? What if the brother ended up in a big pile of mess and out of the fold-up fortress, all because of this, that, and the house dress? What if that didn't stop there? What if, (among other things,) the borrower ended up calling the cops on the lender because the lender had the unmitigated gall to show up at her door in the night?
Or more like, early evening to be exact, and precise? What if that visit was to try and get her to do the thing that is right and honorable? Like, based on the fact, not the offering vice from the terrible but, yes, that, like, to honor the commitments and repay the loan she had borrowed and repent? What if the efforts had failed? What if all of this was made known to the church and its leaders? - ?"And the in-house voicemail readers?"
"Yes."
What if your god in a book somewhere had given instructions as to how to handle such situations? What if those instructions should include taking the matter to you in that very instance, like the brother did do? What if the said church and leadership did absolutely nothing to rectify the said situational grief? No sanction, no suspension, no nothing, nothing at all to bother to mention about the thieves? Well, not quite. What if they did promote the offending party that night? What sort of message would that be sending to onlookers like the Smartly and Bright? Many of whom might have known about some aspects of the "sit you Haitian," beforehand.
If not, they could come to know the story later on and make judgment calls on someone, no? What if the lender had decided to go along with it and see where this road also leads? What if, in the hardest of times, like when he had to stop paying the tithes because he's now a lender-turned-giver and unwise, or more like, a debt load underwriter, to be precise? What if he'd decided that; this could be seen as his contribution to said cause and purpose on the right side of the circus, sorry, I meant to say, churches, of the churches? The tithes cause, even? To the family, like, to the church family, and her courtesies?
Would that be just, could it be justified? What if this, none of it, is hypothetical to the eyes-sis? Could it fit in the purses? Should the brother continue paying those tithes to the deadly call, and his demise as the curse is, first? (No matter what,) just as he'd been doing all those years, and on the lot? Yeah! Just like you'd said, my pops. Meanwhile, hoping, trusting, praying, and believing, all those things that, believing in them, were what would have served in bringing about this very situation, with him. Should he continue along in the same mode, hoping for some more prayers, and wishing for different outcomes today, and going on down the road, liars? No, not this one. But then...
Then they go off to church and sing those sweet, melodious songs of yours, again, like. "There's no better way to rob all my brothers," (and sisters too, perhaps,) "Than to trust and don't pay," and shop and defray, and freeload the whole way, but never could reach the bay. Or anywhere else worth reaching, I'd say, on this side of the Milky Way. Like, heaven, you say, yours even. Did you know, did it ever occur to you that those aforementioned things, and codes, are hidden within the game boards? What if these were possible deterrent factors and clothes?
Could it be that those were the very things that the brother was wearing, bearing with, and going through at the time, and sinking faster down the sheeves? Believing what you, and those others like you, have been telling him and bringing him after? That would have been the very thing you know, that would have brought him to the current situation that he was to find himself trapped in, at the helping stations below. Like, "Bring the tithes and offerings into the storehouse, and prove me now," you say, and bow?
Oh yeah, I hear you, I know it too. It wasn't you who'd said this, it was the Lord. She would have written it down in the holy words and sent it to us-ward. "Give and it shall be given to you, pressed down, shaken together, and running over too." All of the other used, to the overused positions, scriptures, and texts that you loved so very much to use, and overuse in excess. Above all the other scriptures and the news, I'm vexed. Those are designed to convey a message that, if you do this, then God will do that. Right?
What if after years, decades even, after decades of one following that queue, those mantras, and you? One was to wake up one day to realize that it ain't working out quite like that, boo. But by then, you had fallen too deeply in, and, under the weight, were beginning to realize that that situation was not, and would never become, sustainable. At least not for you being a mortal person and all, the Ape, and stainable. Should such a person continue along that self-same path to the fall, unabated? Well, this mocking fool right here, who's feeding the kid, wasn't going to. No matter what anyone says or does them too.
"While I live," he'd said, "I'mma gonna keep on seeking and searching out other paths to my bed. Like sensible people sometimes tend to do, and run at it with the fastest shoe, as said. Until that day comes, the day when, per adventure I, even I, might become sensible too, before I die and go off to heaven, and away from you. Until then, though, look at you, a-boo." To be continued.
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