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I am rather incredulous at the dynamics, scope and direction of this thread.
Why do some of you feel so threatened by my discussion of the Amish to the point that you would imply that I am insulting you? Perhaps the problem is just that, you are focusing on yourselves. My discussion has nothing to do with you. It is questioning the value and spiritual good of a strict rule of life to this particular degree.
I idolize the Amish because I merely mentioned that I admire their lifestyle? Have you known any? Well, I have. My parents are literally surrounded by them, have bought land from my father, and are eyeing my parents’ home when they are ready to sell. My parents have regular contact with them, as have I. Even on a social level, of sorts, to a neighborly degree. They use our phones, our trucks, car rides. We get their baked goods, crafts, needlework. It’s a nice barter, I think.
They are regular people like you and me. Not perfect, but, apparently trying harder than some of us. They are no worse or better. In God’s eyes, believe it or not, they are judged by their hearts like you and I. They may not be our best friends, but they certainly do not sit around gossiping and disparaging their neighbors just for the fun of it. Perhaps that’s why they keep working so hard, eh? They have a saying: Idle hands do the devil’s work. Apparently, they know something we don’t.
Why do some of you feel so threatened by my discussion of the Amish to the point that you would imply that I am insulting you? Perhaps the problem is just that, you are focusing on yourselves. My discussion has nothing to do with you. It is questioning the value and spiritual good of a strict rule of life to this particular degree.
I idolize the Amish because I merely mentioned that I admire their lifestyle? Have you known any? Well, I have. My parents are literally surrounded by them, have bought land from my father, and are eyeing my parents’ home when they are ready to sell. My parents have regular contact with them, as have I. Even on a social level, of sorts, to a neighborly degree. They use our phones, our trucks, car rides. We get their baked goods, crafts, needlework. It’s a nice barter, I think.
They are regular people like you and me. Not perfect, but, apparently trying harder than some of us. They are no worse or better. In God’s eyes, believe it or not, they are judged by their hearts like you and I. They may not be our best friends, but they certainly do not sit around gossiping and disparaging their neighbors just for the fun of it. Perhaps that’s why they keep working so hard, eh? They have a saying: Idle hands do the devil’s work. Apparently, they know something we don’t.