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Pray that their car may skid off the wet road and crash down, down,
into the black depths of the icy sea.
Pray for your enemy...
- May their death may be ever so quick and painless.
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Pray for your enemy, when times are tough. Pray that even though you despise them so, they may recieve your long-awaited promotion, win the lottery twice-over, marry your boyfriend, and live a long and happy life together with their two children in a white marble mansion on a fragrant hillside in Greece.
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oldephebe
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i'm a christian, and i honestly have trouble praying for my enemy
so i don't
i mean
why
pray a lie?
i guess i pray for
the frame of mind/heart
for him/they/her whomever
to be enlightened
and
that if i can just show them
a pure and honest heart
give my best that
the both of us can be made whole together
and then there's this
neglected impulse that says
instead of looking at my pain
at my advesary
instead of feeding the wound
why don't i just feed myself with light
why don't i just look upon His face and be made radiant?
or as the buddhist might say
step out of my unending suffering into
the true knowledge
the true self
beneath blood and bone
beneath the painful swells of heartache
the Eternal Heart of Compassion
to end the suffering of ego
to fill the ache, the vessel
with the knowledge of our true selves
and in that we two can truly be made whole together
boy, i'm glad i read this page tonight
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chrysalid
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love your enemy
because if I don't
the hate will consume me
and not hurt anyone else
selfish desire
love
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oldephebe
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yeah, i get that...my god my advesaries assault me on every side it seems, and i struggle to maintain a posture of dignity and resolve and yet not descend into their world of petty malicious spite...sometimes though ya'll i fail in that respect...keep yo' head above the black bilge water brah...i keep tellin' myself that...
to sit so long in that dark place is to awaken something unholy within you...so i keep clawing my way back to the light
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oldephebe
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little by little i became contaminated by the darkness of the other
i chose to lift up the machinations, darkness, the serpent writhing in their chest that can never know rest...instead of fortifying my spirit with Light...it was as if i'd crouched under the great shadow of a fallen angels wings...and allowed myself to be poisoned by their unwitting emmisaries..
Well the next time i feel the shadow of those great wings rising behind me..i'll just pour some a' dat poison out dah pot..sometimes chillen' you gots ta give it back...ya (can't) let yaself be contaminated by it, by dem, by what's in them...
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But then sometimes you have to them: "I will not be the surrogate for your self loathing, I will not be a repository for your rage!"
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minnesota_chris
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"But if your enemy is hungry, feed him, and if he is thirsty, give him a drink;
for in so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head" --- Romans 12, NASB
I think that's pretty cool. But I've found out that being nice to assholes usually gets me fired. That plus other things got Jesus crucified.
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this is the best you could do? how do figure that you are worthy of words? youve wasted yours.
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hello? speak o engrish?
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oldephebe
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Yeah. Tonight I HAD to pray for my enemy. Basically, firstly to calm myself down and keep me from doing something ah..foolish. I live in a duplex. I share it with my landlord's mother-in-law and stepfather-in-law by common law marriage. My relationship with my landlord is..well not exactly amicable OK? Unfortunately the upstairs residents are retired so they can stay up until all hours of the night stomping on the floor. My landlord has obviously, well not obviously I think I could say that by the frosty reception I recieved from my upstairs neighboors I can infer ....blah blah blah...
Here's the thing. For the last 18 months my upstairs neighboors have been complicit with my landlords tacit approval, in a campaign of psychological bombardment, passive aggressive campaign of hostility and..
you know, I don't think it would serve any purpose for me to speak about people who don't have access to this medium to express thier side sooo..
I had to contact my landlord tonight and ask him to intervene. At some point my landlord became belligerant, I asked or requested that he dial down the agression and hostility wich incensed him to the point of screaming incoherently into the phone. I terminated our conversation unilaterally
(is saying unilaterally AFTER "i terminated our telephone conversation kinda redundant?) I then called his voice mail and left a heated message. I then called and left another heated message. At wich that point my nieghboor(s) began to pound on the floor. I had to go and ask God to sweep the toxins out of my soul. So at some point in the prayer, having emptied myself of self I was able to feel sorrwo and compassion for my advesaries who began to bang on the floor as i was plaintively praying..and it didn't upset me at all..I just called out to them honestly and told them that they are loved, that i realize they are in pain and that if my presence causes them pain then well..i feel bad about the negative emotions my presence seems to stir up in them. I continued praying, for my landlord, for his family. My prayer took me out of the hate and violent impulses that I was experiencing, it lifted me up and out of myself. I asked God to move in ALL of hearts. I KNOW that i can be arrogant and condescending w/o meaning to..that is..i mean..this isn't a cop out but sometimes people want you play a certain role in your life I mean they LIKE the power that you give them. I mean they are accustomed to a certain amount of deference from individuals that are from a certain economic strata regardless of education, witty banter (hey now i really miss that site, hope the marriage is going well, *sigh* two young kids had a dream and a prayer and ripped the wings off of a few miscreant cherubs and it was sooooo looooong losers! well not losers but so long anyway, what a cute couple though, and SMART very very smart)...i mean me and my urbane witticisms did nothing to pierce the armor of contempt and revulsion that their condescending personality seems to ooooze out of.
I showed the Lord my heart tonight. I showed THEM my heart tonight. That it was pure, and weary and full of righteous indignation, but I ignored the pain in their spirit. I think a man, christian or not HAS to be fearless, he has to put his thing down..he has to let people know where he comes from.. I'm not saying heelessly fly into slaughter (uh oh, middle earth wizard verbiage alert!)but even a man of God has GOT to be filled with a quiet strength, and meet the power of someone else's contempt, disrespect with his head high his eyes focused and his head clear, so that there can be no doubt as to his character, as to his conviction, his power as a potential advesary. I met the anger and hate and rage in them, in them all. But then God broke my heart in the midst of prayer, I began to understand the PAIN these people must be in to be wed to a perverse campaign of unremmiting torment. I mean that level of focused, unwavering depravity tells me they have staked their very beings upon this, all because of the pain or dislike or contempt that i inadvertantly have aroused in them. It has been mostly quiet since then. I know tomorrow it will probably begin again from the time me and my son get up, go out into the frothy cloud dusted day and return home until we retire and then probably continue until anywhere from 1:00am to 3:30am. I want to show them my heart, my heart that does not fear them but still loves them. I want to tell them that I know someone who can be a balm to their tortured souls.
Like RichardIII I used to despair that no creature loved me and swear by the effulgent moon and the havoc that sings in my breast that i would subdue thier bestial natures by love or the rapiers serrated edge..but then my Comfort, my Peace, my Hope, my Everything sacred and Pure and Redeeming Spirit that lifted me from the squalor of a broken life and taught me to LOVE that wich man abhors, my singularity, my nerdiness, my bookishness, my obsolescent chivalry, my naive earnestness, my honest earnestness..to go into the world with open arms, to invest every gesture and owrd with my soul...
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it's gon' BE all right ya'll
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