Why I Follow the French Blog and Post There --Though Unwelcome and Harrassed

I have been banned, asked to leave 3 blogs (all related blogs sharing bloggers) -- all extremely left wing. Mudrake's is one, and he blocks all the religious right-wingers when they are too persistent and effective in opposition to his views. But he keeps coming to MY blog. (His, by the way, is www.manwiththemuckrake.blogspot.com)

In general, when I peek at a blog, I have reserved the right to jump back in --even though unwelcome, if I or Christians are being unfairly maligned. I feel justified in going to Mudrake's because he goes to mine even after blocking me on his and then writes about me libelously --or just re-posts my perfectly good comments as though I should be embarrassed about them --which I never am.

I have likened the blog to a living room in which people of divergent views should be able to politely exchange those views with the tolerance so touted by liberals. They are the tolerant ones, they think --but in fact, I could stay in the living room with them; they could not with me. I know this was because of the impact of the Holy Spirit on both sides. When the Hound of Heaven pursues one's soul, he runs because conviction is not a pleasant feeling. Initially, he hates to be reminded of mortality --of the need to "choose this day whom you shall serve."

Of course, they claim they just don't believe in God or the Bible --so I said, then, "Why don't you just scroll past my posts when I post on that topic?" They could not. Too much work for their scrolling finger, I guess.

The link to this French blog is on my blogroll on this home page to the right --but beware --because there are posts of my face--a picture exchanged in pleasanter times --and a picture of me from younger days --on top of an anonymous nude female crucified on a cross. So don't go there if you don't want to be shocked and deeply offended as a Christ-follower. However, anyone can post there until hounded off or blocked--but you had better have a thick skin and ears and eyes that can bear the obscene. It is as Mark Twain said (paraphrased): Man was created a little lower than the angels and has been slipping lower ever since --somewhere between the angels and the French."

Granted, the Americans on that blog can trash-talk and create obscene art as well as the French. Lately there are two women who can't write English --two of the host's new girlfriends, I understand --and so there is more French language than previously. They go to the Google translator and come up with these nonsensical translations. I don't have time to bother translating with such inane inaccuracy, judging by their results.

Porquois Pas professes to be a welcoming place of tolerance for diversity. But it never was that, welcoming, that is, though they sometimes tried --if I would stay away from Biblical quotation and just banter and have silly talk with them which I did often. About Monty Python goofiness, a running "dead parrot" joke, e.g.

There was probably NO serious topic on which our world views didn't clash, though I would agree with the basic premise: yes, war is bad; Christian and Biblical and American histories are not all good; poverty is bad and the rich should be compassionate and sharing; racism is bad --but the compassionate conservative and capitalist view on poverty and other social issues is just not welcome there.

A couple of us WERE able to share some mutual appreciation for classical and jazz music as musicians --and I could appreciate and commend the pleasant art work by several who were artists. There was some friendly, benign humor at times --like about Microdot's wife making him move the bushes around every fall, just doing what he was told--he didn't ask questions. And we all enjoyed Ratatoille, the movie. Romeo, the Muslim engineer from Texas, provided comic relief saying he couldn't fix Parisienne Valerie's washing machine because the security police always stopped him at the airport for his tool belt under his vest --and took him off to jail. I was the one who suggested he come to Paris to fix her washing machine which was always leaking and being overworked as she has "urge incontinence" (the medical term) when she laughs. He would always flirt with the single girls, professing to be single himself.

A couple of us were accused of bragging about our charitable impulses. Understand, we only told about Christian charity, ours and others, because we GOP Republicans were accused of having no compassion for the needy. That just wasn't true --so in defending ourselves, we were accused of boasting.

I was also accused of boasting when I revealed we had a lake cottage. NO matter how humble it is or how I described it as humble, they considered it an offense that I owned one. I was actually telling about a calamitous vacation at the lake where one thing after another went wrong and my husband landed in the hospital. Instead of giving sympathy, a couple of the Americans focused on me telling these allegedly poor people --2 of whom had such tiny apartments --that I had a 2nd dwelling.

Like a bunch of school peers, they followed each other's lead in taking offense --and giving offense. Always, they would pat each other on the back for expressing egregious intolerance in the vilest language.

But I like them anyway --because God puts that in my heart. I marvel at it myself.
Even Mudly. I'd like to meet him --and I could greet him with a big smile. But I don't believe he could rise to the occasion in a similar spirit --YET. Maybe some day...after all, we visit daily!

Why do I do it? Because the BIble says, "How shall they believe if they never hear?" and "Faith comes by hearing the Word of God."

"God is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and have eternal life."--the Bible