In this second millennium, bullshit isn't just manure for gardens. The world is so full of it that it's coming out of our mouths, Especially politicians. If it doesn't make you wonder, "What's up?" I expect that you are more deeply anesthetized. It starts wearing off post traumatically. What happens then is truly the horror bull. I call it bull though it has nothing to do with being 'freight trained' or matadors. Grab a cup of coffee, read this and wonder, "What if she's right?"
Chrestomathy is a word used to describe a collection of an author's work. I was going to simplify mine and call it Beverly's Bible but my daughter had become what I used to be. I call them hypocrites just as my brother does. I have accepted Jesus as my brother and savior since I do try to follow his teachings.
I am the one who exposed my children to the Baptists. In and around my life, they represent ambassadors of either heaven or hell depending on the individual. Some are holier than me but none has a faith stronger than mine. My father in heaven really is my father and creator. I was his seed. My mother was his chosen garden. She was Mormon aka LDS. Her only sibling was her younger sister but they had been orphaned before the age of five and were raised by their paternal grandmother. My aunt was married to a Baptist deacon but my father seldom attended formal church. He was an Indian and proud of his heritage.
We're all innocent until we're guilty. You don't need a judge or jury to figure out who is or isn't. Learn to read faces and bodies. Back when mothers had broods, they were at their best for raising families. Trial and error is a very effective lesson plan.
