Michael Vick Bit

He apologzed. He said he turned it over to God.
My question to him is this...
Why wasn't God included in the poor decisions
you made to date, Mr. Vick? God is always ever only the "afterthought"
in so many lives only after getting "caught" in doing wrong.

Well, I hope he means it. I hope his heart can be pricked by the
extreme cruelty he willingly chose to inflict on defenseless creatures in '
his charge. Frankly, I don't know how he can sleep at night.

This puts me in mind of a middle school teacher that both my sons
had. Just recently this "Christian" man admitted to molesting young girls
in his classroom over the years, when one of them about to turn 21 decided
to finally pull herself together and turn him in. She was traumatized by this
for years, and knew her time was running out to say anything. She did not
want him to be able to continue doing this.

Well, he admitted it...then, after talking to a wiley attorney denied it after
he'd already confessed it and blah...blah...blah. He gleaned the support of
his church's Bible study group and plastered a big huge sign on the outside
of his house that said, "It's all in God's hands now".

I too, am a Christian. And I must tell you that this infuriates me!
He & so many others hide behind God like naughty children caught
in some manner of mishief when they full-well SHOULD step up, confess,
repent, and take their punishment and get on with life.

Admit the wrong. Try to somehow atone for what you've done openly and
genuinely, NOT as a "got my hand caught in the cookie jar" type pennance!

I alone, am accountable for my wretched behavior in life. The mistakes I make,
the harm I cause others, the things I do, and the thoughts that swim around in
this gray matter pool of temptation and deviances. If I sin, I sin against Christ alone.
In so doing, I hurt others. Those others need an act of attrition forthcoming. And they
need more than anything for me to step back and be humbled. I commit crimes, then I
need to swallow the bitter pill of consequence that comes from it.

I dunno. I guess I'm just tired of public people who are supposed to be a moral compass
of sorts to our younger generations, jumping head-long into some sinful wretched
activity w/out truly taking the full responsibility for their actions. They ruin lives
as easily as a crusader with drawn sword slashing his path through crowds of
innocent people, leaving them bloodied and dying inside with the miserable choices
they've made. Then they turn in their sword and vest plates and wait for another day to
ride when they are caught. And most times, we give them another mount and full armour to do so.

I'm just fed up with people and the things they do. And I get fed up w/myself for being
fed up.

I ramble here w/out making sense. It's late and all I really wanted to do was
comment on Michael Vick's privileged life being so carelessly disgarded over something
so miserable and awful