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Well, that was before. I used to dislike people and consider them more as distraction in life than a crucial element of it. Developing human relationships is a boring practice in my past life and an item on my checklist that is better left unchecked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I went to college, however, it was a different story. I enjoyed people too much. I love meeting as many of them as I could that I actually ended up with a handful after graduation. I even lose a good bunch of them before that due to some stupid conflict. So much for sacrificing academic pursuits in exchange for relational bonds, most of which have become so magnetic that I didn't realize they had the same charges. But enough of me. The goal here is to examine how to destroy friendships. Sometimes, the best way to learn is by knowing the reverse, the what not to do and how not to do it. Doing so makes us realize that we're stupid enough to actually apply them in real life anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Talk about your problems, worries, anxieties, depressions, suicidal tendencies, childhood struggles, bad meals you have eaten lately, horrible shows you've seen recently anf the bus driver who didn't give you a transfer a while ago....at all times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's enough that there are a lot of people who enjoy talking about themselves. Many individuals in this world so lack attention and love that they derive it from human sources by channeling all the attention to themselves, despite the fact that they are innately uninteresting. Considering you're not one of them, it's slightly forgivable that you talk a lot about yourself, however, shift the topics to the negatives of your life and make that the centerpiece of every conversation you have and I guarantee that you will find yourself in a spot that is sure to push you further to depression, a solitary state where no human being would like to hear what you have to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Make one (or two) people your version of god &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even if you don't believe in God, it maybe a good idea to at least rely on Him for emotional necessities. He won't mind it, He made you anyway. But if you don't believe in Him and rather consider one or two people in your life as a source of all your emotional needs, filling the void in your heart with their attention and love, then expect a future, with your "source," to nowhere. Always remember that no human being can make you whole. Although it's enjoyable to see it in romantic movies, the idea that someone will actually complete you is a myth. Wholeness is derived by a person's resolve to be who he or she is no matter what the situation is, regardless if he/she's is with someone or not. If you turn someone to your version of god, you'll see yourself forced to be agnostic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Enrich your friendships with jealousy, envy, slander, malice and all other elements of hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are no other ways to destroy a growing friendship or a maturing bond between two people than blending jealousy and it's evil cousins into the relationship. Deceit, lies and talking behind your friend's back are surefire ways to eliminate good will and trust between two people, two fundamental elements needed for a relationship to grow. Ensure that these elements are present in your friendship and expect for it to grow deep, deep enough to go six feet under.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are other ways to lose friends and irritate people, but these three will cause enough damage that you will not have to worry about using other tactics to accomplish your unhealthy social goal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/how-to-lose-friends-and-irritate-people"&gt;My Random Thoughts, In Order&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-3155099014939437606?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He is a best-selling author, a fully-booked public speaker, a talent of Hollywood's most prestigious agency and one of the faces of the emerging discipline of new media. His e-mail was short and sweet. By social media standards, it's one word, a hashtag actually.&lt;p /&gt;This was the full content of the e-mail's body without the signature line.&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#ThankYou :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;He must have repeated that more than a 1,000 times. It shows that this guy practices what he preach. He firmly believes in dealing with his clients on a one-on-one basis, even if his base has practically been scaled to hundreds of thousands. His Twitter follower count shows that he has 855,000+ followers and on Facebook he boasts 52,000+ likes. In all standards, he's an industry biggie! But he has never forgotten the habit of responding and reaching out to a single customer.&lt;p /&gt;This social media influencer preaches the gospel of building your business one person at a time and emphasizes the need to value customers as people. His teaching of commerce is basic and has been repeated over and over and over again. The basis of what he says is the same, the only thing different is the form. But he connects to people, big time, because he reminds many of us - those who try to market things, ideas, products or services to people the very essence of commerce.&lt;p /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garyvaynerchuk.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk&lt;/a&gt; brings us back to the basics. He enlightens us what we should have known all along. Business is about people. It is about satisfying their needs. It is about providing a solution to their problems. It is about making things easier to a difficult process they perform.&lt;p /&gt;Business is about serving people. It's about recognizing their past, present and future concerns and devising ways on how our skills and knowledge can effectively respond to those. The presence of an exchange is structured to satisfy a need and providing an incentive to the person or entity who can be the solver. It's about service. It's about enhancing another person's life or duty and gaining a living by doing so. The one who can best provide, solve and enrich life, becomes the winner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, this common knowledge has not been to common. The reason why individuals like &lt;a href="http://www.garyvaynerchuk.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk&lt;/a&gt;, a passionate, sincere and dedicated marketer has become a fresh face for business, a new icon for aspirants and established entrepreneurs alike. He heralds principles that should be the very foundation of any enterprise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The fundamentals of all commerce and the free economy can be traced from the dictum of Adam Smith, the Father of Modern Economics. It declares that:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest. We address ourselves, not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No, I have no way or intent to disprove that. Although altruism is not a core competency suggested in any form of business process, there is one thing in this dictum that holds truth and can be related to what Gary proclaims. Though the butcher, brewer or baker may not characterize any form of generosity in their business dealings, they all intend to do one thing -serve humanity by being a source for someone's dinner. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/a-reminder-why-we-or-they-do-business"&gt;Basically Sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-6348656544254667549?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&amp;#39;s the most morally ambiguous member of the human physique, useful for various situations, productive in any given time. Through it, we nurture ourselves physically and with it we speak what&amp;#39;s on our mind. The tongue is a bodily instrument that can uplift, encourage and create good things, while at the same time, can emulate the demonic trio of stealing, killing and destroying. &lt;p /&gt; Taming the tongue requires a lifestyle of extreme discipline, tremendous memory, and strict adherence to absolute principles. Keeping secrets, acknowledging what is confidential and not, recognizing what can and can&amp;#39;t be said, privately or publicly, are certain guidelines any man must abide if he plans on keeping his mouth shut. Speaking the truth, explaining sincerely, and pinpointing what is false, are few measures that must be taken if he plans on making a positive impact when he opens his mouth. Using the tongue properly requires a holistic effort on anyone&amp;#39;s part. He needs to not only concern himself of ensuring that it doesn&amp;#39;t emit deadly odor, but he also needs to be careful not to emit something worse - deadly words, packaged as full-sentence lies and false statements. &lt;p /&gt; In order to do this, he needs to know his boundaries. He needs to be enlightened that the tongue has it&amp;#39;s limitation and boundaries and he doesn&amp;#39;t need to speak his mind at all times. Depending on the timing, situation or nature of the event, the tongue must at many times be kept shut. If it&amp;#39;s used, it must be for the purpose of building someone up or correcting what is wrong. Though it is entertaining, the tongue must never be used to enjoy something at anyone&amp;#39;s expense. It&amp;#39;s function must be applied to enhance something or someone or better yet, be enriching to the point that it can transform and turn things around for the good. &lt;p /&gt; Before someone uses his tongue, he needs to ask himself - will saying it makes thing better? Or will it make things worse? Will speaking it steal someone of his joy, destroy someone&amp;#39;s personal image or kill a relationship I have with a person? Is it worth using the tongue at all for this situation? Or must I just use my mind and think through it first? &lt;p /&gt; The worst lie ever spoken to man is framed in this saying: &amp;quot;Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me&amp;quot; &lt;p /&gt;Sticks and stones will break your bones and physically hurt you. It will injure you and for a period of time, it will cause pain. Depending on the gravity of the impact, sticks and stones use for a violent purpose can kill you. Words, on the other hand, will have to skip breaking your bones. It will be quick enough to cause pain, light enough to speed the process of injuring you permanently. &lt;p /&gt; The tongue is a gift. Without it, we cannot eat, drink or speak what we must say. But being endowed with it is not a license to plant seeds of sorrow and pain. No, the tongue cannot caused unwanted pregnancy or be used for rape. It can do far worst than that: kill a person&amp;#39;s spirit, dreams and self-respect, while he&amp;#39;s still alive. &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/the-most-dangerous-body-part-note-its-not-the"&gt;Basically Sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-5882594370888892991?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not to mention, the person who referred me to this job is a film editor. Heaven knows why, but I am far from being creative nor being artistic, and it was only until I graduated from college that I have realized that artists, media professionals and entertainers are actually productive members of society. Today, I deal with men and women who practice such professions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The compulsion to underestimate the creative arts is a pervasive non-sense that still exists today. Earlier this week I’ve read an article about the UK Film Council being abolished and in a meeting I had three nights ago, I learned of state budget cuts on government support for arts organizations. In an interview with Anna Wintour, Vogue’s Editor in Chief, who is considered the “single most influential person in the $300 billion fashion industry,” she explained that some people who don’t understand fashion (and yes, it’s a form of art) tend to insult it and say demeaning things about it. And it’s true, many of us who have long contained and nurtured our brain cells on the western hemisphere of our skulls tend to look down on those who have discovered the right part of their brain. We tend to look down on them, seeing them as distractions, men and women from the sidelines desperate to get the spotlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s ironic then that people who tend to not give higher value to the arts, entertainment and media industries are the same people who loves to buy chic clothes, watch the latest movies, hear the latest news or adopt to the latest cultural trend (or fad). We have lived in a bubble of our own mundanity that we forget that our consumption, opinion and even preferences have been influenced by a creative professional who decided to break out of the pack, jumped out of the box and took risks in many shapes and forms to deliver a new idea or product. They are men and women who have truly practiced the art and science of innovation and have churned out work which the world has patronized and adored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Innovation transcends common logic and incumbent reality, but will always demand creativity. The past century has been dominated by technological advances and new things, and though technology is not classified with being artistic, the process of developing niche ideas for a mainstream market is a creative process in itself. A process mastered by those in creative industries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The left-brain populace has a lot to learn from their right-brain counterpart, more importantly, both has to work together to develop a progressive world that will continually produce new ideas. Ideas which can serve as foundations, platforms or processes necessary to devise solutions for a planet filled with multifaceted challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We only have one brain. We need both of it’s parts to function and live life. Similarly, we need to understand those who are more creative than us and support them in their quest for to explore the dimension of human life that we do not want to venture to. They are more than willing to translate and share to us their discoveries, many of which has been an essential part of our daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/on-creative-people-the-arts-and-left-brain-in"&gt;Basically Sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-1357292039688387133?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Forgiveness is the most powerful of tools to heal a broken heart, mend a wounded soul or restore a promise that one has held dear. It is a key that unlocks the storage containing those what has been stolen from us. It could be joy, happiness or a better tomorrow, but through forgiveness, what has been robbed from you can be returned. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many discussions and ideas of forgiveness are useful for preachings, blog posts (like this) and value-based instruction. But I have learned as of late that forgiveness is a practical solution that will enable us to become better individuals from its practice. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness becomes necessary when people don&amp;#39;t live up to our expectation. No matter what we try to do, people will not change. It&amp;#39;s neither our right, obligation, privilege or responsibility to change them. When we choose to accept others, we take them as who they are. We must (as in must!) learn to accept them the way Christ accepted us for who we are. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always inevitable, however, that those whom we love and value the most are the very people who will be instruments of pain. They will try to damage your heart, destroy your soul and rob the joy out of you. The very people who have encouraged, built you up, supported you and strengthened you are the very beings capable to do the reverse. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recognizing early on that an imperfect world breeds imperfect people and produces imperfect relationships, imperfect outcomes and imperfect ideals will help us overlook offenses, understand problems and realize why evil is present (yes, that too!). &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my Mom one time, what will I do when I see this particular person, who has brought offense to me indirectly, and she said, forgive...77 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness it seems, is a habit. And like all things, it&amp;#39;s difficult the first time you do it. But the more you forgive, however, the easier it gets to do it again. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we look at ourselves and discover, knowingly or unknowingly, that we offend and sin against a perfect Being, One who has given His all and is willing to sacrifice the greatest of sacrifice on our behalf and will only ask that we give Him the opportunity to love us and bless us more, then forgiveness, it would seem, must be easy. But it&amp;#39;s not. So, He who we offend the most will give us the ability to forgive, to the point even when it hurts. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a good reminder then that every time we choose to forgive, we acknowledge the fact that someone forgave us first. 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I’m not a bad son or a backslider, but it’s true. I rarely listen to him preach and not for the reasons that you’re thinking. &lt;p /&gt;Crossing the Pacific Ocean on a weekly basis is definitely not a viable idea, and anyone, who does that just to hear someone preach is either mentally deranged, idolatrous or has no financial self-control in any sense of the word. But ever since I had a decent amount of brain activity going on in my head, I never found it useful or even necessary to hear Papa preach. &lt;p /&gt; The reason: I learned a lot from his example. &lt;p /&gt;I struggled to read through my first non-academic book. I remember reading it 10 pages at a time, per day, in order to finish it. It was a small and thin material, but finishing it was a success. And I started to read more, and more, and more. I don’t remember Papa telling me to read books (or read a lot) before I was actually showing visible interest on reading. But because he loves reading and have actually turned our house, no matter where we lived, into a library/living space, reading has become part of my lifestyle. It’s a passion and sometimes, an addiction, that I still have and my siblings and I can attest that we find ourself very comfortable in bookstores. No matter where we are. &lt;p /&gt; Nation building wasn’t really the main topic at the dinner table. Until all of us kids were old enough and was showing interest in the stuff did Papa tell us of what he was doing. But we knew what he was doing all along. He was involved in all these Christian organizations and activities that has something to do with nation building. At one point he even wrote speeches for the President for religious events. He didn’t have to tell us that we need to love our nation or be passionate about its welfare. We saw his dedication and love for the nation in his work. And because I’m an extremely smart kid (like every other kid on earth), I learned to follow (some) of what he did. Since he lived it out, I tried to sort of carry some nation building work on my own when I was in college. The idea failed. Heaven knows if I may have a chance to do it again. Nation building, however, is still an advocacy and career I will always have an interest in, even if I’m living in a completely different nation now. Someday, I hope to carry some of what he did, remixed in my version, in the new nation I’m in now. &lt;p /&gt; Church ministry and the people behind them did not really interest me when I was a kid. Papa never singled-out the ministry as “the job” or ever said that being a Pastor or minister is a holier calling than being a businessman, doctor, or whatever profession. However, I found myself having greater respect and deeper appreciation for those who do church work. I actually even did a stint at a church-based organization to kick start my working life. I was never coerced to love church leaders or be grateful of what they do, but since Papa is a minister and I saw how much he love other ministers, I ended up emulating his example. Today, I have a special place in my heart for those in the ministry, first because I’m a Christian, and second, because Papa has been giving his love, life and resources to equip them to become more excellent and effective in the calling they responded to. &lt;p /&gt; They say that you tend to remember about 20% of the things you hear, but can retain in your memory more than half of what you experience. Experience happens when something is seen, felt, heard, read, understood and appreciated, all at once or during the process of encountering it. It is the most powerful of ways to learn and receive impartation of a mindset, habit or lifestyle.  &lt;p /&gt; Papa’s greatest preaching is not being delivered with audible sounds, and thus its impossible to listen to.  He has been living it and has made and continually been making a great impact in my life, far more than a thousand sermons combined. &lt;p /&gt; Happy Father’s Day, Papa! &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/why-i-dont-listen-to-papas-best-preaching"&gt;Basically Sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-397773826896547432?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Profanity, everyone&amp;#39;s favorite sin, is a common one, especially because we have forgotten that curse words are not newly minted expressions or interjections of the 21st century, but are still what they are known as before: curse words. This is not to say that I don&amp;#39;t utilized such fabulous vocabulary, especially when I&amp;#39;m irritated at work or a cab driver just won&amp;#39;t stop when it obvious that we - poor NY pedestrians - have the right of way and support of the stop light while crossing. However, such linguistic shortcomings minimizes the issue of generational mistakes, categorized as sins or transgressions or whatever you call it, which actually bring about consequences beyond you or your life here on earth. &lt;p /&gt; Many people commit this type of mistake and for us &amp;quot;righteous&amp;quot; and Christian people (yeah, I am one), it&amp;#39;s easy to judge them. Heaven knows how I regularly pass on judgment on those who commit this type of  failing and the commonly known speaking in tongues that I practice actually translates into a different language when I express my opinion about them. A language my parents will definitely abhor, rebuke and flat-out reject, in Jesus name. &lt;p /&gt; Human flaw dictates that we compare ourselves with those who we feel are more flawed than us, having the narrow and dumb idea that we are flawless, using it as some benchmark for our oration on righteousness and holiness. A benchmark that, I strongly feel, we must only apply to our unsophisticated analysis of human matters when we are intoxicated or experiencing some form of hallucination. Reality, over and over again has shown that we are imperfect and any human being who acts or treats another human being as if he or she is the epitome of infallibility may well deserve a penthouse suite in a mental institution. &lt;p /&gt; We all make mistakes and at the end of the day, none of them is bigger or greater than the core idea that we committed a sin. It&amp;#39;s the consequence, however, where the line is delineated on the severity of our error, transforming mistakes from generally homogeneous acts of missing the mark of righteousness to paths of terror of varying proportions for the affected. And such mistakes, we Christians firmly believe but rarely uphold, can only be judged by the Almighty who will hold us accountable at the end of our lives. &lt;p /&gt; My personal experience has shown me that people make mistakes, sometimes beyond their own control, many in a deliberate fashion. Our fallen self will force us to commit the act of passing on judgment, complementing the already committed act of sin, since such practice is a sin in itself. But emotions ride wild, especially when we allow it to manifest itself unhindered - enabling our tongue, minds and actions to inflict greater sorrow on those who we feel have committed the greater error. &lt;p /&gt; Matthew 7:1 declares, &amp;quot;do not judge, or you too will be judged.&amp;quot; A hearty suggestion for us who may have the instant instinct to do such deed, simply because we can. And every single day, as I grow up and meet more realities that I never have met, I realize that in these times when I witness someone has fallen from grace, regardless of how often it may have been, begin to understand the enormous significance and value of my parent&amp;#39;s advice. An advice that will serve me well, in any setting, keeping me from sin and becoming an apprentice of Satan when someone has fallen short of the righteous standard we proudly declare we have to bear, but which we all regularly violate. &lt;p /&gt; When you have nothing good to say, and especially when your opinion is not useful and not requested, - shut your mouth. &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://calebgalaraga.posterous.com/on-generational-mistakes-and-keeping-our-mout"&gt;Basically Sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290911952477603106-6085125631082299726?l=calebgalaraga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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