Post by Candace on Jun 19, 2020 11:13:03 GMT -5
"In the midst of one of the most polarized, tribalized, and angry periods of recent American history, our ambient public rhetoric is, to understate, less than ideal. It is increasingly commonplace to see words used to obfuscate, rather than clarify; provoke, rather than persuade; distort, rather than define - even to the point of dehumanizing those whom we dislike or with whom we disagree. Our social media structures and algorithms reinforce and reward silliness, snark, and verbal savagery with likes, retweets, comments, and attention. It has all become so widespread, so seemingly normal as to make it easy to forget how dangerous and destructive it is—to our soul, self, and society.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Good morning from St. Louis Cemetery No. 2: The scene captures the white bodies soared across the skies. The silver linings of the clouds are being sliced by vast, beautiful wings. Their figures stand prominent in the bright blue above, with only small pockets of clouds to hide them. They are birds in the Sky ~
Candace: If I could have thrown my soul to the sky and have it transform into a bird I would have done it without a second thought. I have been watching them fly over the yard every morning. It is a kind of carefree freedom I want to taste even if it is for a short time, to break from the confines of my life, even the necessity to keep my feet soil bound.
~ Candace runs her hand over the cloth cover of her ledger. It is Os Guinness’s wonderful book The Call: Finding and Fulfilling the Central Purpose of Your Life, first published a little over two decades ago, which Candace recently finished reading and taking some short notes from it in order to review it online ~
Candace: One of the great insights of The Call is that our life calling is primarily relational, rather than occupational. Indeed, the very idea of a “call” presupposes a “caller,” and grounds our identity and vocation in relationship and community. Os defined calling as “the truth that God calls us to himself so decisively that everything we are, everything we do, and everything we have is invested with a special devotion and dynamism lived out as a response to his summons and service.”
~ Candace raises the pen over her notebook and continues writing the review for some good 30-40 seconds before she puts the pen aside, closes the book and leans back on her rocking chair. Moving it real slow as the chair creaks violently on the wooden floor ~
Candace: It is a fascinating insight. And it raises new questions: if God’s call on our lives is grounded in relationship and often realized in community, what does that mean for our own increasingly alienated, fractured, lonely times? As communities break down, and quarantine forces us to isolate, how can we understand our place and purpose? And how do we live out our call to engagement and service in an increasingly isolated society?
~ Candace taking a deep breath and nods her head out of disagreement regarding her own thought that flourished through her mind ~
Candace: Too many subjective things to be discussed related to the place where I am sitting when there are actions that are somewhat objective and calls for my name because I too am related to them. Cassandra, whatever happened at Titans during our match against Lucas Balkan and Robert Saints I am sorry but... I am NOT!! You see people often time take too much advantage of your soft behavior. When you are too good with them they take everything for granted and consider you a goat without horns. Not knowing that the one who you consider a goat could be a lioness in goat's clothing only to make sure that people like you with chicken heart won't scare to death. I am sorry but.. I am NOT!
~ Candace pauses for a few seconds and then re-opens her pen to write something on her notebook. She tore the page on which she wrote and show it to the camera which reads "I am sorry but.. I am NOT!" ~
Candace: Next Titans Card with my name on it is what another chance to reborn feels like. You can call it a second-coming. Thank you Joey for scrutinizing my potential and thus giving me a chance to prove myself. Last Titans I was almost handicapped between Lucas Balkan and Robert Saints who were ready to tear apart of me as hungry wolves - failed to realize that I am someone who cannot be belittle or put down like slicing a cheese. I am the governing female superstar at ICW, hard to be put to the ground and the owners of that place are so scared to death that they are rigging matches so a pile of expel faeces like Destiny Hunter can suck on to the United States championship like a nibbler because she would never stop whining. If you don't appreciate what you have then someone else will.
~ She already has the pen opened in her hands, bows her head down a little to concentrate on notebook to write something and then shows it to the camera that reads "Thank you Joey!" ~
Candace: Lucas Balkan! Here we go dear. We are meeting one more time without any political move behind the decision. Last week you and your teammate came as better men. But did you guys get any chance to send a special "Thank You" greeting card to Cassandra via mail? It should be reading something like this:
"Dear Cassandra,
You're the best! We are humbled and grateful that you acted like a loser so we could knock you off of your feet with the help of your tag team partner and qualify for the next round like cowards.
Sincerely
Balkan & Saints"
You're the best! We are humbled and grateful that you acted like a loser so we could knock you off of your feet with the help of your tag team partner and qualify for the next round like cowards.
Sincerely
Balkan & Saints"
~ She doesn't always argue with her fists but her words packed a powerful punch. Carefully spoken, without drama, her words has an air of finality to them and no matter how hard they will rail against her, nothing would change her mind ~
