Crap falling everywhere

I'm in a sad mood tonight.  I've had yet another fight with an atheist.  In someone else's blog's comment section.

I know she reads mine, so I'd like to apologize for making a mess all over her blog.  I feel it was provoked, by a silly foolish man with no greater wisdom than to scoff at the heavenly things.  And when I see God scoffed at, I react like Jesus did in the Temple with the money-changers.  However, I don't have the discipline Jesus had, and I tend to spill the holy water with the pigeon cages.

But I have a hard time with those who troll for blogs in which they can plant their tares and mess people up.  I have a problem with those who cannot set their agenda of tearing apart all that is of God long enough to have a logical discussion about the subject- even though they are supposed to be the "free thinkers."  And I have a problem with an antagonist who is such a lackwit that he thinks that a wonderful critique of the Sermon On The Mount involves bullet-pointing each of the Beatitudes, followed by a "yeah, right..."

Nonetheless, I replied humbly and rationally, after which I called his responses "4th-grade" and "infantile".  So in addition to apologizing to the dear lady whose blog hosted Chris and his amazing knotted cord, I suppose I better apologize to the majority of 4th-graders out there.  And possibly any babies out there who object to the term "infantile" being used on  such a person.

To him, I have no apologies, other than instead of confusing him with intelligent responses, I should have just said, "You're a dork", and left it at that.  That he would have had a shot at understanding as it keeps God out of the discussion.

In the background as I type, I am listening to Monday Night Football, where it is becoming rapidly apparent that the Miami Dolphins would much rather be in a titty bar with Richie Incognito spending some poor rookie's money than actually earning theirs.  So far, the winless Tampa Bay squad has scored on a touchdown by an offensive lineman, a field goal, and a safety when that wonderfully focused offensive line let the RB get tackled in there own end zone.  If Joe Philbin really wanted to survive bullygate, he's doing a bang-up job of showing it.

And if that isn't enough crap coming down, look what's happening outside...

That's right, it's snowing.  And it might even seem pretty, especially when you think of the crap that came down on the Philippines.  (PS Thank God for our boys of the USMC over there as we speak, trying to get food, water, and communications to these ravaged areas.  You are the GREATEST!!!)  But tonight, it's ...er, beauty... is dampened for me.

I understand what is up, my friend.  I fear for you, having to sort through the poison that people like you-know-who try to inject into the situation.  I hope someday you'll cut through all the voices- including mine, especially tonight- and just hear Him.  That was and is my prayer for you.