Guilty Of Missing The Opportunity
by Clarence Alexander
1 Thessalonians 2:15 KJV
Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to all men:
“A man or a woman in front of the lens of a camera, whose body is being used purely to try to titillate the imagination or the fanciful thoughts of a man or a woman, in order to provoke just the baser instincts, ultimately leaves you unsatisfied and insatiable. Because what they are pandering to you is not a person. What they enslaving you to is a feeling that no one person can ultimately satisfy. They are creating in you a hunger. The imagination is assaulted to the degree that no one human being has the capacity to fulfill this kind of a longing.” Ravi Zecharias
We cannot be silent about the elevations sexual imperfections, harassesment by what’s believed to be men of high standards public officials and such, and foolish acts of barbarism by hero athletes and such. A President that can say and do anything and be supported by the religious right and those who think it’s the Christ thing to do.
“when asked by a black member of the audience when he thought the last time America was great, Moore answered, “I think it was great at the time when families were united — even though we had slavery — they cared for one another. Our families were strong, our country had a direction.”
A closer look at humanity in general would surely illumine the hypocrisy of what it really means to be human and the real value of meaning in one’s life. Sadly, modernity i.e. the 21st century have seen a new high in deaths and death inflicted by humanity against humanity.
GEORGE YANCY said Is your God dead?
“I don’t mean the God of the philosophers or the scholars, but, as Blaise Pascal said, the “God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob.” With no disrespect, I hope the question comes as a jolt. And without being outraged or quick to accuse me of “blasphemy,” know, too, that I am a hopeful monotheist. I might even be called a Christian, only I continue, every day of my life, to fail. Friedrich Nietzsche’s observation weighs heavily on me: “There was only one Christian and he died on the cross.” Call me a failed and broken Christian, but a Christian nevertheless.
So, is your God dead? Have you buried God in the majestic, ornamental tombs of your churches, synagogues and mosques? Perhaps prosperity theology, boisterous, formalistic and mechanical prayer rituals, and skillful oratory have hastened the need for a eulogy.
Perhaps by remaining in your “holy” places, you have sacrificed looking in the face of your neighbor on the street. You know the one: the one who smells “bad” because she hasn’t bathed in days; the one who carries her home on her body; the one who begs. Surely you’ve seen that “unholy” face. I’ve seen you suddenly look away, making sure not to make eye contact with the “unclean.” Perhaps you’re preoccupied with texting, consumed by a work or family matter. Then again, perhaps it’s prayer time and you need to face east, or perhaps you’re too focused on holy communion as you make your way to church. Your refusal to stop, to linger, to look into her eyes, has already done its damage. Your body has already left a mark in its absence, in its fleeing the scene.
My hands are also dirty; I’m guilty of missing the opportunity to recognize something of the divine in the face of the Other on the street. I’m pretty sure I looked away when I caught a glimpse of a homeless man approaching the other day.”