They come from a good family....
That's an expression often heard in the Mormon community. I don't know about other 'communities'. Anyway, I love the first verse in the Book of Mormon, "I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father;". I love that Nephi (knee-fi) honored his parents at the very beginning of his record keeping. What a great example to follow. (BTW, I am no where near even being a scriptorian (I think that's a word.). I fail to read my personal scriptures. I need to work on that.)
I also have goodly parents. They taught me to choose the right and to be a good person. I know how to clean well, have good grooming habits, cook and bake, mowing, weeding, and other outdoor things. My dad was a mechanical engineer, and I think I've inherited some of his skills. I can usually figure things out. My mom was an excellent home maker. We were spoiled and didn't even know it. We had home cooked breakfast before school and home cooked dinner in the evening, as we sat down to eat as a family. (Of course, when I didn't cook every night or morning for my family, I had to deal with guilt - I got over it.)
Here's the thing. Me and my siblings came from a good family. There have been some choices made that have some siblings following a different path than my parents lead us on. This does not make them bad people. They are still good people. And they still came from a good family. They made different choices. I love them. Period.
This goes for anyone - all people are born in the same way (from a womb) - all people have to make choices. They can choose their parents' way (which may or may not be good) or they can choose their own way (also may or may not be good). Each person must choose their own goodness. I'm not talking about something like "ok then, drugs are good for me, that's my goodness". I'm talking about how we treat other people. Do we show love, compassion, and generosity? Isn't that what we all want? So, why not try to give what we want? It doesn't matter who our parents are, where we grew up, what religion (or not) we were raised in, where we live, etc. What matters, is love. Non-judgmental, forgiving, from-the-heart, LOVE.
What!? How can I love someone I don't even know? How can I look at that filthy person laying in the park and show them love? (How can I love my son who has broken my heart?) We can. We must. Our lives, and their lives, depend on it. Get over yourself (eh hem, me). Just do it!
I also have goodly parents. They taught me to choose the right and to be a good person. I know how to clean well, have good grooming habits, cook and bake, mowing, weeding, and other outdoor things. My dad was a mechanical engineer, and I think I've inherited some of his skills. I can usually figure things out. My mom was an excellent home maker. We were spoiled and didn't even know it. We had home cooked breakfast before school and home cooked dinner in the evening, as we sat down to eat as a family. (Of course, when I didn't cook every night or morning for my family, I had to deal with guilt - I got over it.)
Here's the thing. Me and my siblings came from a good family. There have been some choices made that have some siblings following a different path than my parents lead us on. This does not make them bad people. They are still good people. And they still came from a good family. They made different choices. I love them. Period.
This goes for anyone - all people are born in the same way (from a womb) - all people have to make choices. They can choose their parents' way (which may or may not be good) or they can choose their own way (also may or may not be good). Each person must choose their own goodness. I'm not talking about something like "ok then, drugs are good for me, that's my goodness". I'm talking about how we treat other people. Do we show love, compassion, and generosity? Isn't that what we all want? So, why not try to give what we want? It doesn't matter who our parents are, where we grew up, what religion (or not) we were raised in, where we live, etc. What matters, is love. Non-judgmental, forgiving, from-the-heart, LOVE.
What!? How can I love someone I don't even know? How can I look at that filthy person laying in the park and show them love? (How can I love my son who has broken my heart?) We can. We must. Our lives, and their lives, depend on it. Get over yourself (eh hem, me). Just do it!
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