Chapter 23: Cars and Payments.

Suppose with me for a brief moment here. Suppose there was a brother among you, or even a sister, someone who is always talking and telling. Telling all of the wonderful stories of Jeezas, God even. She knows all that there is to know about that entity, God. Her god, and how she works and doesn't work. But the sister, or even the brother. Let's stick with the sister here for an even and easy flow from here on, and over the border, if for nothing else, but, hey, lover, let's continue, man.

The sister doesn't own a car and has never owned a car. But she is hoping to change that situation soon, that's for sure. She's now learning to drive and has applied for her license. Soon, very soon, she'll be driving too, all over the wild bears and the bison, not you. Just like them, yeah! Just like all of the other blessed, prosperous, and progressive saved people around her, and you, and yes, all of us. Unlike her, though, Bro? The brother already owned a car. The brother would have owned several cars in his time. To say that Bro knows cars, or about owning them, is an oxymoron too, to send in on his dime, to spend.

But brother doesn't know nearly as much as Sis. about the "God business and the bits," no. Not that much about the "godly siding," surely not enough for him to join the choir and sing. Well, not yet. He will soon know, though. That same sister and others are seeing about that row. Sis doesn't miss out on a chance at schooling the brother on the things of God, which, she surely knows an awful lot about, if nothing else. And who is Bro to argue with her on these subject matters? Bro won't, because if there is one other thing that Bro knows a thing or two about, two counts?

Bro knows that he can't win there without? You know, like, without much luck. But it was to come upon a memorable day that Sis would have gotten into another bit of her usual telling of things to say in talks, like this. Telling tales of what is and what isn't, and yet more telling tales of what is going to be in fact. She's going to be the proud owner of a car, not me, soon. Bravo to the sister, and congratulations to you, Sis. But you know, Sis, that little miss! Sis is not going to stop until you and I know every single detail. As well as the ins and outs of the whole thing, now on resale. So, on and on she went, telling and tolling until the story was almost told when?

Almost, yes, because she was to be stopped abruptly in the middle of the telling tracks, and cause of the cars too. That was to happen when the brother had to do some telling of his own, as in the talk queue. Sister had gotten to the point where she was lamenting the car payments, on the loans. Bro had to tell her that she doesn't have to have any of those to overcome, not a red cent, to pose. Now, sing-along; no, not one, no, not one.

"What? Car payments?"

"Yes, car payments."

Surprised she was to be, or was she? Not if arguing on issues that Sis knows all of the knowing on, were any indication as to who gets the final word on an issue going on; any issue. This was not going to be any different for the missis; that was for sure a thing, for the misuse. She knows a lot of things, and if there is anything she knows well? She surely knows that; if you have a car, you have also got car payments to make for?

"Like, for the license, registration, and plate, insurance, and such the likes of a street race, right?"

"No, like monthly payments, for the car. That's what people do, no? People who own cars, no?"

"Are you asking? Or telling me?"

"I'm telling you, everybody I know who has cars has car payments to make."

"I have a car; I have owned several cars in my time, some of them carried payments for a while, yes, but not all. I don't have car payments on my current car; I bought and paid for it, with cash." Pick up her jaw off the floor for me, will you? and fast. So, the schooler is now about to be schooled on the only thing in the world that she didn't know, seemingly. Or is it so, like, feeling me? Now go, Willie Nilly. You have a car payment, Miss, because you wanted to be driving a car.

Just like you have been seeing other people doing, like the Joneses, for instance, and Sue Hingh, with her. But you don't have the money to pay for it, same as some other people in the world do and did. Many people do that when buying cars and shoes, and roasting parts from pigs. But that's not all. Not all of them do bottled booze, on the gigs, or in bars. Not just as it applies to cars, as these things are. But most other big-ticket items and things, those that those other people of the world would buy and cringe. They made sure that they knew where the money would be coming from to pay for it, though, even before they went shopping and buying all kinds of sheets, no?

"No, stop it."

But there are some other people in the world too, some among the previously mentioned bunch, even, no, not you. Those who know how to get other people's money to come to them continuously. People's money like yours, and yes, mine too, sometimes. So, they provide you, I mean, "us," with the money you will need to go out and buy things you don't need, so funny. For five, nine, twenty-nine times the cost. Then have you paying them back over a long period, and at high interest rates, on top. None of which you saw at any point in the bargaining session, swap. No, not at any time at all, since you weren't looking back, like, at such things, ever, and even to a fall. Like you never bothered to do; look at anything, that's who.

You would have called it all a blessing. Confessing about how the Lord had blessed you with a new car, and thing, and Ting. But not many days later, the bank came in and repossessed the "blessing" with which the Lord had once you blessed? sorry, I meant to say, the car. The bank would have repossessed the car. You buy the house next, more blessings, you boast, but the bank is threatening to take that too, the blessing with which the Lord once blessed you, we'd supposed. Meanwhile, the brother would have seen and heard enough. The doubt seeds were starting to breed up again, from the dust, and fast.

So, whereas Bro was skeptical long ago, wondering about some things he had seen and heard, being ascribed to the wonderful, marvelous doings and sayings of the Lord, and wanting so very much to believe it is true. So that he may know that there's something higher and greater than him and you. The brother was a-searching and believing, and a-working, and praying. Peradventure, there was some truth to what they were saying, in what he was to be heard coming out of them and daring. Like, that one day the Lord would wake up from her slumbering and start the business of governing her kingdom. Just like she once did and got it done, and like she will again do, in times to come, as reported by many and yet more "some."

But she would not come, and Bro's faith starts to wane somewhat. Maybe she will one day come or go. Or do something else that will be able to show proof to the naysayers that she really and truly is in command. Are we worshiping a God that's wrong? Tell me, which one? Well, after this encounter with the sister, the very sister in whom the brother had placed much faith, Mr. At least, he had placed a lot of faith in her sayings to date, and her many testimonies of faith. Because Bro didn't know those things for sure, the things of which she had spoken on ends, from both sides of the flip-flopping door frame.

But Bro had long harbored some doubt, a somewhat healthy dose of godly doubt. Now, though, Brother's doubt has been multiplied, just like all the incidents of people who had told him lies. Or tell him things he'd found hard to swallow, and now, bro is thinking of stopping following. But before he does and makes a mistake, Bro decides to throw them a bait, and then wait. What they choose to do in response will decide the matter once and for all. They would have picked it up, and sure was the fall, they swallowed the bait, hook, line, sinker, and all. Wrong call, boss, your loss.

Now, tell me, did the brother do wrong or right, as you see it in your informed vision and spiritual sight? Wouldn't you have done the very same if you were to be found caught up in such a game? But then again. What if you already are, like, caught up? No, not into heaven but up anyway, as in, a game to play? Don't you think it is time now for us to start thinking about these and other such things? Just a few more things to throw into the mixing tin with Justin, whenever you get started at doing the stinking thinking sin ting on tough skin. What if you had struck the rock, though, when you were only supposed to have spoken, slow, like, really slow, Leigh, perhaps? Now, this, not that.

One guy sees money as a tool. He uses it to take in lots more of the same, money, and to buy valuable things for his household name, not to be funny. The other guy, though, sees money as a fool. Just something to go out and spend, buying expensive rubbish, and swimming pools, which end up in the landfill again, and very quickly so.

What if a tiny portion of the world's population is busily manipulating things, like gathering all the wealth and the resources unto themselves, from him, while playing the swan song for others to sing? Like luring the many others along, like you and me, the unsuspecting ones to see. Luring us down to the ultimate doom, another pile of balloons, right? Nice. Speaking of nice, sing along with me now: been so nice to be with you, so very nice, but.

To be continued.

WritingElk.