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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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In the gritty theatre of relationships—friendships, marriages, alliances—loyalty often demands a hefty price, particularly when it dances with deceit. Picture this: your comrade, partner, or sibling blatantly lies. It’s public, it’s undeniable, but there you are, still in their corner, defending a crumbling fortress of falsehoods. This isn’t merely about blind allegiance; it’s about the stark moral choices that shape us.
Loyalty, that beast we tame with promises of eternal camaraderie, can turn wild, leading us into the murky waters of moral compromise. Why do we stand with liars? Because sometimes, the devil you know is better than the chaos you don’t. It’s about weighing the messy truths against the pristine lies and deciding which battle is worth the blood and madness.
Backing a liar is a complex gamble. It says that the history and bonds we share outweigh the sterile purity of truth. Maybe it’s fear—the gut-clenching terror of ripping apart the familiar—or maybe it’s the scars from past wars, reminding us that we’ve weathered storms before and can do so again without descending into madness.
Yes, siding with deception can corrode trust and muddy our self-respect. It’s a path that can make you question your own moral compass, as you navigate the chasm between right and wildly, obviously wrong. But here’s the rub: those of us who’ve danced on the edges, who’ve flirted with disaster and kissed the rings of fire, we understand the art of survival. It’s not about championing the lie; it’s about choosing which truths to wield like swords and which to sheathe.
In this chaotic waltz of life, navigating these murky waters isn’t an endorsement of dishonesty but a deeper understanding of human frailty. It’s about knowing when to give the shit and when to eat it, and how to walk through the fire without getting burnt to a crisp.
In the gritty theatre of relationships—friendships, marriages, alliances—loyalty often demands a hefty price, particularly when it dances with deceit. Picture this: your comrade, partner, or sibling blatantly lies. It’s public, it’s undeniable, but there you are, still in their corner, defending a crumbling fortress of falsehoods. This isn’t merely about blind allegiance; it’s about the stark moral choices that shape us.
Loyalty, that beast we tame with promises of eternal camaraderie, can turn wild, leading us into the murky waters of moral compromise. Why do we stand with liars? Because sometimes, the devil you know is better than the chaos you don’t. It’s about weighing the messy truths against the pristine lies and deciding which battle is worth the blood and madness.
Backing a liar is a complex gamble. It says that the history and bonds we share outweigh the sterile purity of truth. Maybe it’s fear—the gut-clenching terror of ripping apart the familiar—or maybe it’s the scars from past wars, reminding us that we’ve weathered storms before and can do so again without descending into madness.
Yes, siding with deception can corrode trust and muddy our self-respect. It’s a path that can make you question your own moral compass, as you navigate the chasm between right and wildly, obviously wrong. But here’s the rub: those of us who’ve danced on the edges, who’ve flirted with disaster and kissed the rings of fire, we understand the art of survival. It’s not about championing the lie; it’s about choosing which truths to wield like swords and which to sheathe.
In this chaotic waltz of life, navigating these murky waters isn’t an endorsement of dishonesty but a deeper understanding of human frailty. It’s about knowing when to give the shit and when to eat it, and how to walk through the fire without getting burnt to a crisp.
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