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midori
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But where do you get this idea that we’re enlightened? We’re not. We’re the same selfish, self-centered people we’ve always been. We’re still very much the strong vs the weak. But the difference is in God and his relationship with us.You see we’ve become enlightened enough to not demand physical punishments for financial losses. And God, all knowing and all seeing, would have had a chance to see that enlightenment for himself. There is no excuse for God (if he were to exist) to not lay out a society that the Church sees as good now.
If all Jesus had to do was die for our sins, why not just let Herod kill him when he was a little baby, and be done with it? But instead, what did he do? He spent three years preaching about The Kingdom of God, and giving us a clearer picture about our relationship with God, God’s relationship with us, and our relationships with each other. That’s the whole point of why slavery pretty much vanished from Christian society-- because you can’t feel comfortable “owning” someone you believe is your brother in Christ. And it’s also why slavery still is firmly entrenched in other parts of the world-- the Middle East, Indonesia, etc.
It’s easy to grant total strangers the concept of things like “human dignity” and stuff like that. But when their choices, and how they choose to run their lives, personally affects you— yeah, it gets a whole lot harder. The next shining example from the rogues’ gallery—
She was a 30-something yo from New England. She had a bad-news boyfriend, but wanted to “start over”. I had enough experience to know that in reality, no matter how good her intentions, they’d probably reconcile, and he’d probably end up moving in. But I didn’t have any solid reason to reject her-- she screened on paper-- and so I figured I’d at least give her the chance.
We went to sign and pay move-in funds. Oh, wait. She didn’t have full move-in funds. Normally, that’s where I would pack up my papers and say, “Thanks for your time. Let me know when your financials are in order, and we can talk.” But I knew she had three little kids, and the place she was coming from was the local slumlord, and I knew what kind of condition his houses were in…
Of course, she never paid those missing funds. She moved in trashy boyfriend before two weeks passed. She never paid the next month’s rent. Trashy friends came and broke down the steel door ($200 + install costs) trying to retrieve some stolen property, which I discovered when I came to give her notice that she needed to go. She explained how her 18-yo kid was coming to join her from New England, and he was going to get a job, and they were going to pool their resources… I’m like, “Pay everything by [date], and we’ll be cool.” “What if I can’t get everything paid?” I know what it looks like when someone is “working with” me, and I know what it looks like when someone is not “working with” me. “Do your best, and we’ll see how things look.” Of course, she didn’t pay a penny…
She ends up abandoning everything in her house and flying back to New England on her 18yo’s dime, leaving her 18yo in possession of the house. She dumps her other kids on various people. I should kick out the 18yo, who isn’t on the lease, and never would have passed screening, but he seems to be making a good try at it, so I give him a chance and mentor him as best I can. He’s a former gang member just fresh from lockup, and has been very much a case of the mind being willing, but the flesh being weak… Guess how much he owes me by this point, but I think we’re making progress in the right direction…
I realize Mom’s problems extended to being a meth addict. The sewers are backing up. I roto-root them… they’re full of flushed condoms and stuff. $80, plus $70 for a yard faucet that they broke. The toilet still gives problems. I get the plumber to use the commode rod. $40. The toilet still gives problems. We pull it and scope it. Flushed needles. $150 for a new toilet.
Mom comes back from New England within a month. She sells her $650 iPhone7 for meth and then claims to have been mugged for it. The phone bill is in 18yo’s name, so guess who gets to pay that off for the next 4 or 5 years? And the phone itself gets turned into a brick— because it’s been reported as stolen. I tell her, “I’ve evicted you. You’re not living here.” And so she takes all her furniture (which she had abandoned, along with her kid) and leaves her kid with nothing— no couch, no bed, no nothing— and moves in with trashy boyfriend.