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There is something about being with someone who understands. Someone who’s been through that same thing you have. There is a look that passes between two people who’ve walked the same thing – horrific to hilarious or anything in between – that no words can bring depth to. It is already known through and through.
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While I don’t believe in karma, the way it is spoken of across social media seems also similarly one-eyed as I wrote yesterday in the post about forgiveness. I’ve seen people joke that they must’ve been bad in their past life to deserve their circumstances in this… But mainly people seem to use it as a means to wish harm or punishment wherever they’ve seen bad behaviour.
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I looked up the word hypocrite. Scary stuff.
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The first time I paid any attention to the following proverb was in the context of parenting… “The first to state his case seems right, until his opponent begins to cross-examine him”.
You know the drill, you question your child about something that’s just happened and you go marching off to nab the other child – the guilty one. But then the one deemed guilty objects to their impending fate and you start to doubt that you’d heard all the facts previously.
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It’s not such a simple question!
A number of years ago I did a book display at a super ‘conservative’ Christian rally. I’d recently spent a number of years prior to that in a Pentecostal church but I’d attended the same rallies by the same conservative group as a small child with my parents. I stood there awash in The Fathers love and a sense of His presence and joy with the memory of being a toddler in that very auditorium and I knew the same joy I felt in the Pentecostal style worship was because it was the same Holy Spirit who was in each place. Neither set of beliefs governing style had everything right, but the Holy Spirit, by God’s grace, was present in both. He was there when I was a toddler in that auditorium, He was there in the Pentecostal church and He was there again that night.
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