How does a joke about an Irishman looking for a parking space translate into one of the greatest lessons one can learn in life? Long-time viewer Eric Blake tees up Bill Whittle and Alfonzo Rachel for a deep dive into a deep topic.
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11 replies on “Divine Ingratitude”
I’m gonna use this lesson at church. Thanks Bill and Zo
Nicely done, gentlemen! God will always be the living law and most of us should be grateful for that.
I was coming to watch this, and I was distracted by a “breaking” Steven Crowder video. https://rumble.com/v260f88-its-time-to-stop….html
It’s something I think all of you guys should see. If you need any context…Crowder’s Mug Club has left BlazeTV, and have been looking to go elsewhere…but where is the question…Most have the same suspicion as I do. That he’s talking about the ‘god-king’ contract.
Instant Irish accent , say these words.
Whale , oil , beef , hooked.
Bill, did 2 tours as a Marine in Nam. December 15, 1967, first time shot at. Rockets, mortars, lots of noise and flashing lights. My position was with a full-auto M-14 in a fighting hole near the control tower.
Began making all the usual promises to God, even said I’d become a priest if He got me out of here. About 2 seconds later, just that quick, my better knowledge of self told me, “No, you won’t.”
I asked Him to “just don’t let me punk out, don’t let any of my Marines get injured or killed because I didn’t hold up my end, do as I was trained and expected by them to do.”
After 2 tours and over 750 combat missions as a UH-1E gunship crew chief, I had one copilot get a little plexiglass in his face from a round that came thru his side window. Two or three spots of blood, looked like pricks from thorns. We’d all cut ourselves worse shaving.
Found the round later. A 5.56, came thru his window, wizzed by my head, thru the aft bulkhead, hit the transmission, and fell to the shelf in the hell-hole.
God was with me then, and has stayed with me thru a lot of things all of my life.
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Bill your Irish accent started off weak, but improved.
I can do the following accents and imitations:
Scottish (my best), Irish, Swedish, Italian, southern US, (specifically, Kentucky/Tennessee border area.Southern varies, and I have to be careful not to let it drift even into Texas), Cajun (heel of boot of Louisiana, spent 5 years there), India (call computer tech and you can get that accent), Russian (after watching movies with Russian accents are spoken. 4 months to good enough to trot that out, and Russia invades Ukraine! Not a good time to trot that out), and Mexican (sound like Slow Poke Rodriguez in Loony Tunes, but faster). Imitations: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Darth Vader (compete with echo effect,),and Londo Molari from Babylon 5. Add in a voice I use I role playing that sounds evil and arrogant, and causes my player to go “Oh my God”, as he was tough and you could defeat his plans, but you never caught him.
My next accent I plan to get is upper class British or Castellian Spanish. Not sure yet.
Now for a joke Bills joke reminded me of.
Not lack of gratitude, but expecting God to answer your prayer in the way you want and expect.
Scenario: Katrina flood.
The water is rising near a guys house, lapping at his front porch step. He says, ” Please save me from the waters! I trust you and know you can.” Just then, a small row boat goes by and the guy in it says “Get in! I’ll get you out of here.” Responds “Oh no. No need. God will save me.”
The water rises and he’s on the second floor as it is that high. He prays again. A fairly large motor boat goes by and makes the same offer. And gets the same reply. “Oh no. No need. God will save me.”
The water rises more. He’s on the roof. The water laps at his feet. He does the same prayer. A helicopter arrives and makes the same offer. “Oh no. No need. God will save me.” The helicopter leaves, the water rises, and he drowns.
He goes to heaven. Meets God. Says “Oh Lord! I was trusting in you! What happened?”
And God says “I sent you two boats and a helicopter! What did you want?”
A War on faith is also a War on gratitude. And goodness. And truth. And a denial of that light in all of us that recognizes a lie. It’s a glorification of the obviously false, the effectiveness of personal agency, and an attempt to steal our personal responsibility for the choices we make.
What would be the appropriate way to approach it?
Go find a parking space and accept the situation as it is given. Take your lumps for the hell YOU probably created yourself. (And in the unlikely situation but possible event that you didn’t create it yourself, you do the best you can with what’s been given to you.)
No horse trading. No asking for a favor. Because, and let’s go back to Zo’s Mr Miagi analogy … if you HAD been practicing … you wouldn’t have been late for your daughter’s wedding in the first place. You would have been there in plenty of time to find a parking place. Because you love your daughter and you will make sure you are there on time even if it means being an hour or two early. Because you are familiar with discipline. With self-sacrifice. With NOT doing whatever kept you from getting up on time or leaving the house in enough time to BE there.
Religion is about practice and preparation that give you the tools and the inclination to do the right thing in any given situation. You don’t get the fruits without the practice.
Zo @ 11:30-12:30 — brilliant way of putting it, Zo. VERY nice. I’m gonna have to borrow that.
Sound Cloud worked, and it was excellent to listen to, but I would like to see Zo’s studio!
It won’t play!