Growing up as an Apostolic Christian smoking and drinking were a no go. Periodt. As I grew up, I read the Bible myself and had some conversations with some people I trust.
First of all, above all else, our bodies are the temple of the Holy Ghost (1 Corinthians 6:9 KJV). We should treat them well. I’m working on this. In all aspects. What we ingest, how much we rest, and how active we are.
The thing is, the Bible doesn’t prohibit drinking. I’ll get to the Mary in a minute. The first miracle Jesus performs is turning water into wine (John 2:1-11). The people told us growing up that it was different wine, isn’t the same as today’s wine, and that they didn’t really have anything to drink. Or something like that.
That right there is a bone I have with a lot of churches and church folk I’ve been around. Just telling us stuff with little to no Biblical reference. Just some man made rules/revelation that people just went with without questioning or researching and kept passing on. Tradition. Religion. I digress.
The Bible disapproves of drunks/being drunk. There are comparisons made regarding drinking to things/people that aren’t so great. However, there is no express prohibition against drinking.
I didn’t want to go into all of them and do a deep dive. These tend to be shortish and sweetish. Lol.
Mary, Mary, Mary. It grows naturally. God allowed it to exist. There are proven medicinal properties via the THC in marijuana. I firmly believe that if MJ was allowed, legally, at the federal level there would be little need for many of the medications people take. There would be less need for nonviolent, entrepreneurs (lol) to be locked up. But, that’s not how the rackets in capitalist America work. I hope our new administration changes this.
I could digress further into my opinions about legislating and criminalizing morality. Not today. Maybe another day. Cuz people are gonna do what they want. God allows it. I don’t agree with everything people do. Neither does God. But it is their choice and who are we? Okay. Well I guess I did go there some. I have way more to say about it.
The issue I take with the MJ, and the dranky dranky, is dependence and addiction to be altered and cover up issues. If you need the MJ or just the THC for medical reasons, go for it. If you are having a nice lil dinner or get together and have a lil drank, go for it.
But when it is a salvo, a think used to medicate around issues, that leaves little to no room for God to heal you. That leaves little to no room for God to take care of you. That leaves little to no room for you to see and expose the areas in your life that only God can handle.
So, do you boo. Just make sure you are not dependent on a resource or thing that exists instead of THE Source-God.
Soooooo the top picture is my mint plant from Walmart the day I got it. I like mint in my water. The package specifically said to get a pot with a tray. I couldn’t find one in Walmart or Dollar Tree. I did find the walrus named Winston. He came with his own dirt and mint seeds.
You can see what the caption for Snapchat said. SMH.
Between using the mint and likely death, the mint had to leave Winston. I attempted to be creative with the cups. I cut holes in the one on top and put water in the bottom one.
I remembered I had a self-watering pot from another plant that lost its life after five long years and several moves.
Ion know where I was originally going when I started writing this on 1-2.
The pot, well planter, still was not what the instructions said get. But, I went with it.
The thing was struggling. It was super wet when I took it out of its packaging and put it in Winston. It was decently wet when I moved it to the cups. I watered it when I moved it to the planter-not immediately I don’t think. Maybe I did since there was way more soil.
I attempted to prune it. I made sure it was in the sunlight. Gave it water occasionally. Well kinda often but not daily.
I ended up going out of town ans left them with my nature loving-she has actual degrees related to the outdoors and animals-coworker friend.
The plant got pruned and I was told I was giving it too much water so it was drowning. I asked if I needed to change the pot and soil. Chile I put leftover succulent soil from my dead other dead plant in it.
I was told no. I still felt like I should. So there we have the last picture. I rinsed the roots to put it in that soil. When I searched for ways to take care of my first plant, rocks in the bottom was suggested. I rinsed those too.
The thing is still struggling. It’s with my mom who had a mini forest in her room.
I said them above. I planted Winston’s mint in him. He was doing fine until I attempted to shift the soil so it would grow better since I didn’t plant the seeds right. He is struggling too.
Here’s the thing. I spent all this time, exerting all this effort, likely for naught unless my mom works a miracle. Impatient. Or some other thing. The stores I went to didn’t have what I needed.
I could have gone up the street and gotten exactly what I needed. I ended up doing that anyway. Who knows where my plant would be had I just done it the right way to begin with.
Who knows where we would be if we had just gone to God and done some things the right way to begin with.
How many wrong relationships, romantic and friend, have we exerted too much effort over?
How many tests and trials have dragged on or been repeated because we didn’t just take our time and do it the right way to begin with?
How much have we endured needlessly because we were impatient?
I suggest and submit for our consideration that we just do it the right way to begin with.
40 years in the wilderness for a trip that took days should be a lesson and something only the Israelites in Exodus endure. Not us.