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Let's play Devil's Advocate |
Let’s begin by breaking with convention.
sOme May saY that MY Name
should Have been THOMAS iNsteAd of patricK BUT i DisagrEE. FOR iT haS onLy beeN durinG the pasT few
yearS that i have beCome sOmewHat CONTRARY; i EVen ? the Under Lying Parable iN John 20:24-29.
bUt HAS ThIs douBter goNe tOO faR FOR If i want YOU to uNder STanD thE mESsAgE iN tHiS BLOg' whY WOULD i NOT CoNfOrM to tHe ruleS of grammar and CaPiTaLiZaTiOn?
Now Rett may tell you that living with “a
contrary old curmudgeon” has its challenges, but, at least, she is presented with
the other side of the story.
I posit that my contrariness is a result of how
I have programmed my mind to work. For
too many years, I accepted information as fact without stopping to consider
whether I believed the information. Now I have developed a mental sensor that
automatically questions information, digests it, and then stores it away for
further consideration. The process allows me an opportunity “to get to the
truth”.
After all, we do live in a world of “fake news”.
A result of my contrariness process is THOUGHT.
So I ask myself, “is thinking enough, or does patriotism
require action?”
I leave you with a piece by Wendell Berry:
The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer
I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven's favor,
in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
so often laughing at funerals, that was because
I knew the dead were already slipping away,
preparing a comeback, and can I help it?
And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
be resurrected by a piece of cake. ‘Dance,’ they told me,
and I stood still, and while they stood
quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed, covering myself
in the earth's brightnesses, and then stole off gray
into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
When they said, ‘I know my Redeemer liveth,’
I told them, ‘He's dead.’ And when they told me
‘God is dead,’ I answered, ‘He goes fishing every day
in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.’
When they asked me would I like to contribute
I said no, and when they had collected
more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
When they asked me to join them I wouldn't,
and then went off by myself and did more
than they would have asked. ‘Well, then,’ they said
‘go and organize the International Brotherhood
of Contraries,’ and I said, ‘Did you finish killing
everybody who was against peace?’ So be it.
Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
I say I don't know. It is not the only or the easiest
way to come to the truth. It is one way.
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