Being Blessed

 No frills blog this morning.  And it's been a minute since I've written one.  

Quite honestly, it scares me to go back and re-read some of the ones I had written.  I wasn't always in a good place.  

But today.  Let's talk about being blessed.  

Back in the day when I was a Christian and believed in healing....I was in Haiti and was praying for a young blind girl to have her vision restored. That god would bless her with eyesight.  In the middle of my prayer I was smacked upside the head and heard, 

"Who do you think you are?"  

Think about it.  Did her parents and friends also pray for her?  Yeah.  Every day.  Did she pray for herself?  Yeah, All the time.  And lets be honest, the future for a young blind girl in Haiti is bleak.  Why would God answer my prayer and not theirs?  It was at that moment I shut up and my trickle to atheism began.  Or at least a hopeful agnostic.  

So when I see and hear people saying that "God blessed them or thanking God for their good fortune" it bugs me like crazy.  There are millions of people out there desperately wanting God to intervene for them for healing, a safe place to live, food, water....etc.  And here you are in the first world giving God all the credit and glory for things that YOU did.  Be honest with yourself.  YOU did the work.  YOU went after it.  

Why would god bless someone who already has an incredible life with even more good things while simultaneously ignoring others in a far worse spot?  And even if there are god's blessings for those people (after all, they could be dead), how does that make you feel?  Would you give up your "blessings" for those people to have basic needs met?  Or to be brought out of a traumatic situation?  

All I would ask...stop publicly sayin you are blessed.  Stop publicly giving God the glory.  For those outside the faith, the ones you are trying to reach, it's not a good look.  Be thankful, but you don't have to be public about it.  

Show your faith by how you love and treat the least of these.  

That's all.  

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