growing spiritual beards

There is something about how a human grow physicaly. I have come to notice that things seem that way even in SPIRITUAL GROWTH till maturity (assuming that both men and women grow beards in spiritual world!:))Have you seen how a prekindagarten just learning to speak, ask her mother for food? It cries bitterly, mooooooooom hiiiii haaaaa heeee foooood foooood fooooood fooooood... Never stoping till the mother brings food. Only at say the age of 5 do the boy becomes very understanding. She begines to trust his mother and she says; mom, I need food and waite for it patiently without crying and COMPLAINING much. You see? To a very young girl, the absense of food upon request simply means that the mother is DENYING him the food. Every problem is a MORAL problem! Somebody is creating world hunger, starvation, porvety and wars! Therefore we should always be crying pooooverty, waaaars, huuuunger etc. When the girl is 5, he begines to understand other unavoidable, TECHNICAL reasons that delay the food that the mother is strugling with and not only that the mom is unloving and denying food. So TRUST, PATIENCE and UNDERSTANDING is a sure sign of MATURITY.There comes an era of reporting the mistakes of their fellow brothers and sisters INCESANTLY to their moms. Mom Tom is slaping me. Mom mary is biting me. Mom Amos is using my toy. Mom Tom is drinking from my cup. Mom mary is taking my ball. Mom, Amos is sitting on my chair... The cabal are killing people in Egypt. Annunaki are having bad agendas. The bankers are corrupt. During adolescence, Tom, Mary and Amos begine to learn to square even very difficult matters as FIGHTS amongst themselves without their mom even ever knowing of it! Tom, why did you slap me? Amos, don't tell that to mom, I am sory. Tom begines to learn that even he also does mistakes and Amos can report his mistakes to mom as well. So point number 3; seeing your own mistakes and not just of others and the whole world is a sure sign of maturity.What does it happen in 15 years? They are helping their mother to do the tasks they were once only complaining about.I leave from 15 to growing beards as an exercise for you to ponder about.:)

Actually I understand what you are alluding to in this.....amazing.....as for pondering beards...hope I do not grow one, being a girl and all, haha....So right about seeing our OWN mistakes as well as our co-humans is a very big step indeed....Time to pull up our big girl big boy panties and stop whailing about what is bad in the world, wawawa, and be mature and actually do actions to change that which we feel needs changing....so easy to run to MOM to fix all our injustices and blame it all on outside causes and so hard to actually DO actions of our own to make the improvements we feel that the world needs. One time I tried an experiment with my sons and foster sons because having 6 kids around all about the same age under the age of five was a stressful thing, all competitive for my attention and all hellbent on making the other kids look undesirable in my eyes. I grew ever so tired of the tattle taling and expectations that I would take sides and being a referee to a never ending squirmish with no end. I told them that if one of them did something to the other and made them mad (like not sharing, grabbing each others toys, tormenting and name calling and stuff like that), do not expect me to intervene and that I no longer wanted to even hear about it and would not listen at all. (I know bad mommy.....) I told them that if they in any way physically harmed each other however that I would make them thoroughly sorry that they did but did not say what the consequences were but made is sound very ominous, lol. Once they realized they were on their own and I was no longer in the game of being referee, they slowly began to work things out without hurting each other or ratting out each other out because they knew that I was not going to intervene unless there was physical harm or physically dangerous situations such as (i.e., Mikey is hanging upside in the chimney....that sort of thing, or like the time I told my son to go play in traffic kiddingly of course and he actually did, those kinds of things I insisted on knowing.....) .I could not believe after a month that they all were getting along pretty good and did not turn out like in the lord of the flies book after all...AMAZING lesson and an experiment with a great result that lasted from then on into adulthood actually....Just like what you have mentioned here, great lesson....Good job on a good post. Just another comment though....now that my kids are adults themselves they have forgotten their lessons and now when they call me they are always ratting each other out.....arkkkk....oh well...time to do the game again with them.....maybe they can pass the lesson on to my grandchild...Lucky for them my 9 year old grandson has never been a tattletale or a whiner...tee hee he took after me.

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Marique August 27, 2013 at 6:32pm

Actually I understand what you are alluding to in this.....amazing.....as for pondering beards...hope I do not grow one, being a girl and all, haha....So right about seeing our OWN mistakes as well as our co-humans is a very big step indeed....Time to pull up our big girl big boy panties and stop whailing about what is bad in the world, wawawa, and be mature and actually do actions to change that which we feel needs changing....so easy to run to MOM to fix all our injustices and blame it all on outside causes and so hard to actually DO actions of our own to make the improvements we feel that the world needs. One time I tried an experiment with my sons and foster sons because having 6 kids around all about the same age under the age of five was a stressful thing, all competitive for my attention and all hellbent on making the other kids look undesirable in my eyes. I grew ever so tired of the tattle taling and expectations that I would take sides and being a referee to a never ending squirmish with no end. I told them that if one of them did something to the other and made them mad (like not sharing, grabbing each others toys, tormenting and name calling and stuff like that), do not expect me to intervene and that I no longer wanted to even hear about it and would not listen at all. (I know bad mommy.....) I told them that if they in any way physically harmed each other however that I would make them thoroughly sorry that they did but did not say what the consequences were but made is sound very ominous, lol. Once they realized they were on their own and I was no longer in the game of being referee, they slowly began to work things out without hurting each other or ratting out each other out because they knew that I was not going to intervene unless there was physical harm or physically dangerous situations such as (i.e., Mikey is hanging upside in the chimney....that sort of thing, or like the time I told my son to go play in traffic kiddingly of course and he actually did, those kinds of things I insisted on knowing.....) .I could not believe after a month that they all were getting along pretty good and did not turn out like in the lord of the flies book after all...AMAZING lesson and an experiment with a great result that lasted from then on into adulthood actually....Just like what you have mentioned here, great lesson....Good job on a good post. Just another comment though....now that my kids are adults themselves they have forgotten their lessons and now when they call me they are always ratting each other out.....arkkkk....oh well...time to do the game again with them.....maybe they can pass the lesson on to my grandchild...Lucky for them my 9 year old grandson has never been a tattletale or a whiner...tee hee he took after me.

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