In my last post, I made the point that the Founders’ purpose in providing for free exercise of religion and prohibiting religious establishments was not so much about building a wall of separation as it was about freedom.
I enjoy the lights, the decorations, the carolers, the smell of Christmas trees everywhere and most of all I love that people, for even a couple of weeks, try to be just a little bit nicer to each other.
Faith is spiritual, not physical. Faith exists in the minds, hearts and souls of those who embrace it. So physical proof of the existence of faith is not only impossible, it is unnecessary.
I don’t really care what you think of my husband. Although he has passed on, I loved him. We got along great and laughed a lot. Anybody who tried to convince me that he was a terrible guy wouldn’t get very far. I worked with him and lived with him for 30 years.
Every so often, I experience something odd. Someone will come along and insist that I defend my beliefs. They usually have a completely incorrect idea of what my beliefs are, so it gets a bit weird. But hey, it keeps life entertaining (to say the least).
In the wake of the 1960’s, my father and mother began studying Dianetics and Scientology in New York and San Francisco. I grew up in a multi-denominational household—Christian, Jewish, Scientologist. I lived in an atmosphere of tolerance and respect.
I’ve heard many people say that something like WWII or the Holocaust could never happen again. I beg to differ. If we aren’t all vigilant in protecting our own freedoms and everyone’s human rights, it very well could happen again.
When I was a child and frustrated my mom, she would express her impatience with a slight increase in her genteel Southern accent and a forced restraint as if she were counting from 1 to 10 in her head as she spoke. And then she would blurt out: “Don’t do as I do. Do as I say.
The woman who unleashed a tirade of hate at my husband in the parking lot of a local grocery store had no idea who she was speaking to. All she saw was a middle-aged man wearing a baseball hat and flannel shirt who had just stepped out of a parked SUV.