Month: July 2010

  • Heretic?

    her·e·tic

     [n. her-i-tik; adj. her-i-tik, huh-ret-ik]

    –noun

    1.  a professed believer who maintains religious opinions contrary to those accepted by his or her church or rejects doctrines prescribed by that church.

    2.  Roman Catholic Church – a baptized Roman Catholic who willfully and persistently rejects any article of faith.

    3.  anyone who does not conform to an established attitude, doctrine, or principle.

     

    Am I a heretic?

     

    The commenter/subject from my last post got me thinking…

     

    According to this definition, let me analyze this possibility:

     

    1. I do not go to church. I am not a member of any particular denomination. I do not hold fast to any denominations’ doctrine. No Heretic Points

     

    2. I have not been, nor ever will be, a member of the Roman Catholic Church. No Heretic Points

     

    3. This may be the one that sinks me. There are more than a few viewpoints I have where some might consider me a non-conformist. But I fit right in with the other non-conformists of my ilk. Hmm…me=pirate. K. Possibly A Half Heretic Point

     

    Time to start my own cult, I guess. Don’t worry, I won’t be serving Kool Aid…but I do have cookies, if anyone is interested.

     

  • (UPDATED) Abortion: I Understand Your Passion Behind Your Stance

    I was recently called out by a commenter about my stance on abortion, mentioned in this post. It was my post for the Featured_Grownups topic, “What do you worship, follow, or believe in?” Admittedly, it is a touchy subject, and one I hesitated participating in. Here is the comment in full. I am not linking the commenter, but if you’re curious, you may see the comment and who posted, I have left it there:

    On #2, (Yes, I’m going to go there), I can see what you’re trying to say… but even the biblical definition of the word “quickening” is a bit ambiguous, given the fact that it’s a King James era translation of a concept that wasn’t fully understood at the time. 

     At the time when the Bible was first being published in English people believed-basically as you do- that a baby isn’t a baby until you can feel it, however, God does give us technological advances for a reason; that “clump of cells” begins to move around by 7 weeks (the time, coincidentally, when most abortions occur) so one would assume that if “quickening” was an actual phenomena, it would happen THEN and not  at 16-22 weeks when the mother can feel it.

    You have every right to post your opinions on these things–but please don’t use a mistaken understanding of God’s word and centuries out-dated medical (read: Old Wives) theory to support your stance on abortion.

    To which I responded:

    Having attended nursing school, I am very well aware of the various stages of cell separation and growth. You’re right, I am entitled to my opinion, as you are yours, but please do not presume to tell me I have a mistaken understanding of the Word of God. Perhaps I should expand upon my brief statement, but you have no understanding of the depth to which I have studied both the Bible and medicine. Thanks for your comment. Have a nice day.

    Perhaps I am right believing what I do, perhaps I am wrong. As a Christian I do not believe my stance on abortion (Freedom of Choice) will damn me to Hell. I also do not believe that having an abortion will damn me to Hell. I know, there are a lot of Christians who do believe that, and you are entitled to your beliefs.

    I do understand that we all are very passionate about beliefs we hold strongly, especially when it has to do with the possible snuffing of a potential life. I get it. But where in that does it make it okay for someone to stand in the way of someone else making a decision for themselves, whether it’s a right or wrong decision? Do you walk your own walk or do you think you can walk someone else’s walk? Is it the government’s decision what a woman can do with her body and her fetus? Or is it a decision made with careful thought and prayer? I know, some don’t think and pray at all. That is their choice, as well.

    All I can say is I have three beautiful children whom I could never have aborted. That was my choice. I could never presume to tell another woman how she should think, feel, do, or act. That is each individual’s choice. I can only make choices for myself. Where does the admonishment to not have abortions end? With the bombing of an abortion clinic, or the murder of an already born, adult abortion doctor? That’s crazy, but some feel justified doing that to save the unborn. If abortion is wrong and a sin, that’s just as wrong.

    Most, of course, take the more peaceful approach, picketing abortion clinics with placards of photos of aborted fetuses. It’s an in-your-face approach, for sure, and it does make one pause. Those photos usually show a well developed fetus, but in most cases a woman has an abortion at an earlier stage than that, as “eighty-eight percent of abortions occur in the first 12 weeks of pregnancy.”

    I am not sure of the success rate of those picketers to stop someone who wants to have a legal abortion, but I’d say it’s not a very high percentage.

    Would it make any difference in your opinion of my stance to know that when I was 18 years old I had an abortion? I did. I had an affair with a married man. I was stupid and didn’t use protection. I was in no way ready to have a baby, as I was in college and not able to support myself, let alone another life. The “baby daddy” told me in no uncertain terms that he would not be there for me or the baby, should I choose to keep it. I could not bear to bring a baby into this world to give it up to a stranger. I just couldn’t at that time. Maybe I was selfish and immature, but I couldn’t fathom it.

    I know, the very fact that I had an affair…it was wrong. I sinned. I never did it again. I also never had another abortion. I did not take my decision lightly. I had the abortion when I was probably 2 or 3 weeks pregnant. It was horrible, and painful. It was emotionally damaging. Yet and still, if it is someone’s choice, I still believe it is between them and God. I have already asked for forgiveness a long time ago, and I know (even though it is not a license to sin) that the blood of Christ covers all.

    Do you think I will burn in Hell?

    Do you believe in God’s grace, no matter what the circumstances of a person’s sin?


    The commenter just left me more:

    So much the worse for you that having such knowledge at your fingertips you misuse and manipulate it to fit a conclusion you don’t want to drop.
    Producing credentials (i.e. nursing school, in this case) is usually meant to make the argument drop, but I don’t see how it’s particularly relevant here–I’m not going to turn this into a flame war, but the “gathering together” of Christians, as you mentioned, isn’t always just church or other fellowship: Sometimes, it’s the iron-sharpening-iron process of rooting out what heresies we hold on to, the duty of brothers and sisters in Christ to help each other find the truth.
    I do not doubt your study of the Bible OR your understanding of human biology, just your reasoning on this subject.
    Thank you for your time.

    My response:

    If I thought your rebuke was made in Christian love and kindness maybe I would take it differently. Heresy? Wow. Dear girl, I am far from a heretic. As you try to assert your spiritual superiority, remember that you are human and imperfect just as the rest of us. Were your comments made to make me drop the subject? Won’t happen. Run along. There will be no flames, I won’t comment you again.

    What do you think, readers? What would your response have been?

  • I Didn’t Really Want to See You, Either

    I had to get up at 4:00 A.M. this morning in order to wake up enough and get ready, and then get to work by 6:00 A.M. Anyone who knows me knows I am not a morning person (and what Piratess is? And where’s my rum? WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE! I wanted a daiquiri!). Ahem…

    Anyway. It was a fairly busy day at work today. We had two large group home orders that needed to go out today in my home delivery department. I bagged probably 4 or 5 dozen bags, most of them packed full with institutional sized canned food. Bagged them, and loaded them into carts, some of which had to be taken to a cooler or freezer. My middle aged body does okay under these circumstances, but I do have my limits. After that I had about a dozen private home orders I had to ring and bag. I was done by noon and given the okay to go home, since I was toast by then, and had pretty much spent a full day working.

    Oh, oh! Something interesting did happen today…my ex mother-in-law (first husband’s mother) came in to shop. I haven’t seen her in many, many years, but she still looks the same. I recognized her immediately, and before she saw me I darted into my office. I really didn’t want to speak to her. She was never very nice to me. After all, I married her “baby,” her only child. No one was good enough for him. Nevermind that I put up with his alcoholic ass for 6 years, I was not good enough for him. I didn’t keep house well enough. She’d get mad when we had to borrow money from her because we went over budget…over budget because her “baby” would rack up hundreds of dollars worth of alcohol on a bar tab we had to pay every month. So, she is not on my list of favorite people. The only problem with me wanting to hide from her was that I had work waiting for me out in the store. I didn’t have any help to do my work today, it was just me, and I had to get back to it. I took a deep breath and walked out of my office. There she was, not 15 feet away from me. She looked at me. She had a sort of stunned look on her face. I was probably the last person on earth she expected, or wanted, to see again. I looked her in the eye and smiled, and nodded in acknowledgment. I said, “Hi. How are you?” “Fine,” says she, “I didn’t recognize you with short hair.”

    I just laughed and walked on. I laughed because that comment was ridiculous. I had short hair the whole time I was married to her son. I think she was trying to cover her reaction to seeing me by saying it was something other than sheer surprise. She probably peed herself a little when she saw me. I dunno. Maybe her mind is going and she knew she knew me and couldn’t place me? Nah, I haven’t changed all that much. She had to have known who I was.

    Surely I was no worse a person than the woman her son is currently married to. She used to be a vested teacher at a local “high class neighborhood” school, until she was caught on camera stealing money out of other teacher’s purses.

    My first ex husband used to be a cop. Used to be, until he was offered retirement instead of being fired for sexual harassment. Real winner, that ex mother-in-law’s “baby” is.

    I don’t really care what she thinks of me, never really did. Hopefully, though, she will shop elsewhere from now on since she now knows where I work. It would be more comfortable for me to not have to think about that time in my life, and seeing her today obviously dredged up some old, buried resentment.

    Have you ever run into someone in public who you didn’t want to see?

  • Surprise! You’ve Been Auto-renewed!

    Every morning when I wake up on a day I have to work my routine is pretty much the same: my alarm goes off, I hit snooze once or twice, I rub the sleep from my eyes, sit up, grab my cell phone and check my email from my phone. Focusing is sometimes difficult, but it’s an exercise that helps me wake up a little more.

    This morning was no different, except when I checked my email I found a not-so-pleasant note in my inbox. The contents jarred me awake immediately.

    “Auto-renewal for (virus protection package)” to the tune of $69.99. I had received some emails stating that this particular item was up for renewal, but they didn’t have my current/updated credit card information. I never responded to update that information with them because I no longer use the product. I was under the impression that if I didn’t update the info, they wouldn’t charge me, my software license key would expire, and that would be the end of it. I guess I was wrong.

    So I stumble downstairs to my computer to investigate the situation on a larger screen, my eyes still blurry from a night of restful slumber.

    I didn’t read it wrong. They debited my account, and it was pending in my online bank statement.

    RATS! I was already running tight on money this month (as I normally do), but this amount of money meant it’s going to be more difficult for me to rob Peter to pay Paul. I find the customer service number on their site, even though I could do it online…that is, if I had the original activation code and transaction number, which I do not.

    After a series of, “press this number for this, press this number for that,” I am connected to someone named “Mary” who has a decidedly Indian accent. (I just hate it that we’ve shipped our customer service –and other industries – - outside the country, but I digress…). I explain the situation to her, and she gives me no problems when I ask for a refund. The only problem is that I will receive said refund within 5 days, and it will show up in my bank account within 30 days. This is not an optimal savings plan for me at this time. It’s a good thing I have some food in the freezer, though it looks like it may not last long enough. But, I have all the faith that the Good Lord will see me through, as He always does, and we will not go hungry.

    I am not sure if I have any other automatic renewals coming for anything else in the future. I thought I had eliminated all of them until this one reared its ugly head. With more forethought I would have kept a spreadsheet with everything that auto-renewed, though typically when given the auto-renew option I turn it down, or don’t buy anything that stipulates I must choose auto-renew to purchase it in the first place. I don’t know how this one got by me. I am just fortunate I had the money in my account, or that would have been a true disaster.

    I am going to do my best to think peaceful thoughts and not get worked up about it. I’ll just stare at this photo I took and forgot to upload with the rest of them yesterday:


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    Has something ever been charged to your bank account that took you by surprise?

    What are your thoughts on shipping customer service, manufacturing, and other industries overseas?

  • Glimpses of What I See

    Not much going on for me today, my day off, other than doing things around the house that need to be done. While I was browsing my photos here on Xanga, I noticed that I hadn’t uploaded many of the photos that I uploaded to Facebook during my extended hiatus from Xanga. Thought I’d post some of them now, since I have other irons in the fire and can’t get to a meatier post at the moment (several in the works, stay tuned!).

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