As I was praying and seeking God specifically for His will in the case of Leonard Peltier the other night, I felt strongly impressed to pray for his release, and the following prayers came to me.
The narcissist cares only for one thing: themself. To the narcissist, it's all about how they can gain from us whatever it is that they've determined that we can provide while investing as little as possible in return. We're not coequal persons cooperating with them in building a friendship based on mutual trust and respect; rather, a narcissist sees us only as objects to be used in achieving their goals, filling whatever needs—emotional, material or otherwise—they may want from us based on the roles in which they have cast us.
A friend posited the following question to her social media followers:
So quick poll:
Do you believe in ghosts or spirits?
I've had some really weird stuff happen to me that's been witnessed by friends so I know something is out there but not sure what.
I'd love to hear your opinions!
Yes. Emphatically, unequivocally, undeniably yes.
As Rosh Hashanah, a great time for introspection and self-examination, comes to a close, I'm reminded of an oft told story regarding gossip and slander that has been adapted in various folk tales and by several communities of faith. Rather than retell one of the many variants here, I offer you links to several versions that which taken as a whole, paint the picture that I wish to share.
I'm a cat guy. I've always been a cat guy. I've cared for dogs, turtles and fish, and I enjoyed loving all of them, but my heart is squarely inclined to the feline for my primary living companions. Unfortunately, my mother is allergic to all four-legged pets, and with my past jobs, I had to move fairly often. Landing back with family between most assignments has made keeping pets difficult at best, so most of "my" cats have been strays.
A friend recently posted this to a social media account:
Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I'm not in a mental asylum.
Then I take a good look around me and realize… maybe I am.
Yes, they meant this as a joke, but when I first read this, I couldn't shake it. The more that I thought about it, the more that it stirred me. As I continued to ponder it, the following question came to mind:
I've tutored in math, science, history and English; of these, I love math the most. One of my nephews recently needed help in working a "word problem" on his math homework. As we discussed the problem, it became apparent to me that he has been doing most of his math mechanically without truly understanding the core concepts underlying the problems that he is working, let alone correctly associating the meaning of words in the context of applying the principles of math. Continue reading A Key to Understanding Math
I believe in Jesus. I'm not ashamed of the Gospel. I also believe in freedom of choice and agency. I make it a point never to force my beliefs on anyone. I hate "in your face" proselytization. This being said, I love sharing my faith and discussing the views of others with them. I know what I believe and why I believe it but I'm always searching, learning and growing, and these are the type of people that I want for my close friends.