For my friends who believe,
no disrespect meant, but…
“Don’t!”
I would tell my longtime friend.
“I love you like a brother,”
would come his reply.
“I know what’s coming and I love you like a brother!”
“Don’t!” I would say, “Please, stop!”
“Just accept!
Just accept Jesus as your savior because I know what’s coming!”
This conversation,
year after year this conversation until
no more…
My longtime friend and myself are friends no more.
For my friends who believe,
no disrespect meant, but…
Don’t!
Please do not preach to me.
Please do not attempt to proselytize me.
You believe what you may,
I will respect that.
You believe as you wish,
I will respect that, but…
In nineteen-seventy-two
recently moved to San Diego,
living in our new home for two weeks
when noticing my eight year old daughter
sitting on the curb,
sitting on the curb speaking to her new best friend,
speaking to the little girl that lived across the street
and crying,
both little girls crying.
Going outside, “What’s wrong, honey,”
My wife asked.
“Marcie’s mommy won’t let her play with me,”
my daughter replied.
Taking our daughter in hand,
walking across the street,
“Why can’t the children play?”
My wife asked when the door opened.
“I don’t want my daughter to feel bad,”
came the lady’s reply.
“I don’t want Marcie to cry when your daughter goes to hell.”
Shocked by these words,
taken back by these words,
taking moments to reply,
“My daughter will never go to hell!” my wife said angrily.
“You’re not Christian! She’s,” pointing to my daughter,
“she’s not Christian.
You haven’t accepted Jesus Christ as your savior
and you’re all going to hell!”
“No,” my wife replied once again,
“my daughter will not go to hell because I won’t let her!”
For my friends who believe,
no disrespect meant, but…
Don’t!
Please do not preach to me.
Please do not attempt to proselytize me.
You believe what you may,
I will respect that.
You believe as you wish,
I will respect that.
How nice to have belief
in an all seeing,
in a loving
in a merciful God.
For my friends who believe,
No disrespect meant…
But as for me
I see very little of God’s love of mankind.
I see very little of God’s mercy to mankind.
Too often I see a world of innocents living lives of untold terror.
Too often I see a world of innocents living lives of untold horror
Too often I see a world of innocents dying in terror.
For my friends who believe,
no disrespect meant, so…
Don’t!
Please do not preach to me.
Please do not attempt to proselytize me.
You believe what you may,
I will respect that.
You believe as you wish,
I will respect that.
A question I might ask:
If God is there,
there in heaven
wherever “heaven” may be
to which God do we pray?
To the God of my Jewish ancestors?
To your Christian God?
To the Hindu God?
To the God of Muslims?
This is a question we humans have thought of,
and fought over for centuries.
But not me!
For you see
truly,
honest and truly!
I do not care!
So…
For my friends who believe,
No disrespect meant, but…
Don’t!
Please do not preach to me!
Your friend,
Anna
What a horrible truth... In this world, there are many different beliefs. In this country, there is freedom... to think, believe, speak and hear what we want. It is your right to stand up and say, Don't Preach To Me.
Although, I am a proud Christian... I will not preach to you. One of the greatest men to walk the face of this earth (my father-in-law and hero) was unsure, himself. It is because of him, I know it is okay to believe or not to believe. He had a very similiar story... when he was young he was forced to tell his first lie, in church. When they asked them to 'feel the Lord,' everyone else was began flopping to the floor, feeling him, and my hero felt only one thing, tired... it was midnight mass. He pretended to feel the Lord so he could go home and go to bed... he was only 10.
This man, Dale, did not have a single hateful, mean, jealous, angry or vendictive bone in his body. He walked, talked and lived in a loving way... he is in Heaven and I am sure of this.
The lady next door... has a ton to be sorry for. It is horrible she did this to your child, her child and all of the children around her. The negative, judgemental ways will come back to haunt her.
You are right, Mark... everyone does have the right to believe or not to believe, speak or not speak, listen or not listen, love or not love, be friends or not be friends.
I am happy to be your friend, who will try really hard not to preach, but if I slip... please forgive me. There is no hate in my heart and sometimes, I have been known to preach... but only good stuff like forgiveness, acceptance, understanding, love and compassion.
Big huge hugs~
Lil' Suzi
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Markie
Kathy
Donna
Mark. You just have to be rude to people who seem to want to "save your sinful soul" whether you want them to or not. Piss on 'em.
Its a didactic poem of another's beliefs.
However, whoever said such trite must be very insecure and worth taking a wide birth from. Not read your bio, but I will take a leap and surmise that it was said by a crackpot yank. America is full of the likes.
Mate, just live in the moment, but always be yourself. This femanimal is speaking trite. No one has a monopoly on God. Was she giving birth to a cow?
fee
I'm so sorry if you have been hurt.
You speak with integrity and honesty, and I for one will never try to push my own path on you.
Deep peace,
Christine
"God is love" can hit the mark. What you describe here is so far from love it hurts terribly- it should hurt- it is horrible- and yet it is what gets called God too often.
I found your wife's words Holy- loving- true.
This is painful stuff indeed- Christians don't resemble Jesus or represent him properly- way too often in my opinion.
John