Laying on of Hands DRAFT

God bless ‘em for their desire to do right by their Lord. But the conjoining of “church” and state that they have the audacity to implement in full view, sanctioned by a White House that considers itself above the law, sparks rage in my heart. To me this is vile and wrong.

Yes, I know they must believe that their laying on of hands is channeling God’s will into an imperfect vessel for their Christian Government agenda. They likely do not care if folks like me, who actually attended church in previous decades, will likely never again step foot in a Pentecostal house of worship. And yes, I figure there may well be friends and relatives reading this who find my demeanor akin to a backslide, that believe this one man has a Mandate of Heaven…to pack the courts, to take down Roe v. Wade one nibble at a time.

They likely do not experience a sense of fear over “a deconstruction of the administrative state”, as promised by Steve Bannon, that is now being executed. Perhaps they even consider our different perspectives as merely polar opposite points of view. Yet, in my whole life, now 66 years, I never felt folks “on the other side” were going along with a plan to destroy a democracy, threaten national security, shred the world order, and put my life in danger.

I detest this state of affairs.

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By eklektikosbystar

I am a Wordpress rookie. As promised, come hell or high water, I finally got my “baby blog” going. For the time being, it is not interactive. No, it’s just a place for me to share my written words, and for others to take what they like, and leave the rest. At the start of this endeavor I am almost 66 years old. Allegedly “retired”, I never lack for inspiration in a world pulsing with options...and distractions. I’ve never understood the concept of boredom. While for some it is regarded as an unavoidable reality, I seem to teeter toward an intolerance of it. And, as a person who seeks compassion, I know that condescension besmirches my soul. We are all different, wired as we are by our respective predispositions, the environment we’re birthed into, as well as all future pit stops and destinations. This word ramble on the matter of boredom reminds me of journaling back in the seventies, e.g., when I took an Introduction to Philosophy course... Were I enrolled in said class today, all of the above pros would likely be entered into the journal. Now, as then, I would not necessarily reach any conclusions; but I’d do a spectacular job of contemplating...the contemplation!