When I once was younger and I didn´t know well. Adults used to say “old times” were better and often I laughed at their saying. How could that be? How could I know, if I was a spring chick?
Now I´m grown old. I see
their time and mine. I have some means to see their past, their
streets, their pictures, their memories, and I can tell those things
you are going to miss when growing too old, too weak or strong to
give credit those things that are beautiful in life.
In the Bible -too- you
can see people crying (and missing) old times. I liked that part when
their temple was re-built and many old people cried and shed their
tears.
Jesus told many things
will be torn (Mar_13:1-2
Jesus said to him, "Do
you see these large buildings? Not one of these stones will be left
on top of another. Each one will be torn down."),
but memories are a good stronghold you can keep to build and help
other persons.
I was raised in a culture
I thought I like. When you convert to God, and His Son Jesus, you
will know how wrong some things are. Do you know that conversion
calls you to be somewhat Jewish?
I don´t know if you have
checked how that process is, but I have seen how some people here are
turning to Santeria, to Satanism, since many -like me- abandoned
Catholicism to follow Jesus the way the Bible says (step by step)
just by leaving their culture and its local biased traditions.
For instances, Patriotism
is a sort of cult, a state religion, each local country has taught
you and me, to die (while others are sit giving you orders)... Was it
Jesus´ teaching? That was a Jewish teaching, instead.
If we want, we are to die
for those loved ones, not belonging to a physical country or its
state religion. On the contrary, traditions have taught us what
served them to keep on ruling our ideas...
The Roman “Holy”
Empire once visibly existed in Europe... It laid some teachings that
are alive (and kicking). It made its syncretism
of ideas to get you (and me) to do what they wanted (and still
wants).
Few minutes ago, my
mother started fighting with me to go out to buy things she likes for
her X-mas (She´s finally gone!). He! He!
I can´t get the point
about X-mas: Saturnalia feast enjoyed, under another name?
Is it for teaching about
Christ?
Is it to enjoy just few
days, like carnivals?
My mother is like grumpy.
She is stubborn,
rarely
compassionate outside
her heart,
and
rarely admits this as
a fault; because each day she grumbles
about
almost
anything
(making me feel I don´t like her anymore, although she was the
person I think I deeply loved, when a child).
I
cannot believe a thing when this is taught with a lie.
I
remember when I found several boxes my dad tried to hide under the
bed, one of those days I cherished and enjoyed the lying. I didn´t
have the time to speak sharing thoughts about this. He is gone and
not dead (I hope).
X-mas
is not my season.
I
don´t like carnival
either,
so I had better to hide on those days they do their
things
the way I did... (Just
see
it
in Peru: “As
of 2010, it has become so violent that the government has imposed
heavy penalties of up to eight years in prison
”
My
life
style calendar
has to be changed, one of these days.
I´ll
be grumpy for being in a place I don´t want to be in...
P.S.
I am not so grumpy!
Few minutes before I published this blog, my mother gave me a can of creamy peanut butter, so I will keep her in my prayers so she be changed to be the mother she could be the rest of each year.
