6 Moral Behaviors You Thought Were Immoral

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6 Moral Behaviors You Thought Were Immoral

We all know that atheists can’t determine right from wrong because they lack any basis on which to make such judgments. We Bible believers, on the other hand, easily ascertain morality.  How, you ask? It’s all clearly expounded in our book, which is the holy and inspired word of God and therefore cannot be erroneous.

You don’t believe me? Well, let’s check out the Bible and you will see how amazingly moral it is. Trust me though, you will be surprised by some of these!

  1. Is it moral to steal from others?

Exodus 3:22  But every woman shall ask of her neighbor, and of her who visits her house, jewels of silver, jewels of gold, and clothing; and you shall put them on your sons, and on your daughters. You shall despoil the Egyptians.

Answer: Yes, it is perfectly fine to steal from our neighbors.

  1. Is it moral to murder?

Exodus 32:27  He said to them, “Thus says Yahweh, the God of Israel, ‘Every man put his sword on his thigh, and go back and forth from gate to gate throughout the camp, and every man kill his brother, and every man his companion, and every man his neighbor.”

Deuteronomy 21:18  If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, who will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and, though they chasten him, will not listen to them; 19  then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out to the elders of his city, and to the gate of his place; 20  and they shall tell the elders of his city, This our son is stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton, and a drunkard. 21  All the men of his city shall stone him to death with stones: so shall you put away the evil from the midst of you; and all Israel shall hear, and fear.

Psalm 137:9 (WEB) Happy shall he be, Who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

Answer: Yes, if our brother or sister, or anyone else, doesn’t worship our god, it is perfectly fine to murder him or her. Or, if our own sons and daughters won’t do what we say–or eat and drink too much–we should kill them. And what joy to murder little infants, secure in the knowledge that it is pleasing to the god of the Bible!

  1. Is it moral to lie?

2 Chronicles 18:21  He said, ‘I will go forth, and will be a lying spirit in the mouth of all his prophets.’ He said, ‘You shall entice him, and shall prevail also: go forth, and do so.’ 22  Now therefore, behold, Yahweh has put a lying spirit in the mouth of these your prophets; and Yahweh has spoken evil concerning you.

Ezekiel 14:9  If the prophet be deceived and speak a word, I, Yahweh, have deceived that prophet, and I will stretch out my hand on him, and will destroy him from the midst of my people Israel.

Answer: Yes, lying is godly.

  1. Is it moral to abandon our spouse and children?

Exodus 21:2  If you buy a Hebrew servant, he shall serve six years and in the seventh he shall go out free without paying anything. 3  If he comes in by himself, he shall go out by himself. If he is married, then his wife shall go out with him. 4  If his master gives him a wife and she bears him sons or daughters, the wife and her children shall be her master’s, and he shall go out by himself. 5  But if the servant shall plainly say, ‘I love my master, my wife, and my children. I will not go out free;’6  then his master shall bring him to God, and shall bring him to the door or to the door-post, and his master shall bore his ear through with an awl, and he shall serve him for ever.

Ezra 10:3  Now therefore let us make a covenant with our God to put away all the wives, and such as are born of them, according to the counsel of my lord, and of those who tremble at the commandment of our God; and let it be done according to the law.

Answer: Yes, abandoning a wife and children is acceptable if it means a man is thereby able to gain his freedom from slavery, and sometimes it is actually required if a man’s wife is foreign.

  1. Is it moral to buy and sell human beings?

Leviticus 25 (WEB) :44  As for your male and your female slaves, whom you may have; of the nations that are around you, from them you may buy male and female slaves. 45  Moreover of the children of the strangers who sojourn among you, of them you may buy, and of their families who are with you, which they have conceived in your land; and they will be your property. 46  You may make them an inheritance for your children after you, to hold for a possession; of them may you take your slaves forever: but over your brothers the children of Israel you shall not rule, one over another, with harshness.

Answer: Yes, human trafficking is a wonderful way to become rich.

  1. Is it moral to punish an innocent person for crimes committed by the guilty?

1 Corinthians 15:3  For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures,

1 Peter 2:24  who his own self bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live to righteousness; by whose stripes you were healed.

Matthew 23:35  that on you may come all the righteous blood shed on the earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of Zachariah son of Barachiah, whom you killed between the sanctuary and the altar. 36  Most assuredly I tell you, all these things will come upon this generation.

Answer: Yes, it’s actually good that innocents die for guilty people.

There we have it. According to the Bible, we may steal, murder, lie, abandon our families, buy and sell other humans, and rejoice that innocent people die for the crimes of the guilty. I’m glad we have a means to know the truth, as it is important to possess a good strong sense of morality. It’s too bad atheists have nothing to help them choose right from wrong.

Tina Rae Collins


Patience of Ajax

One day Zeus was talking to Hades. “What have you been up to, brother?” he asked.
“Oh, just going about seeing what kind of mischief I can cause upon people,” Hades replied.
“Oh cool. Have you messed around with my faithful servant Ajax?”
“Humph! You won’t let me near him!” Hades responded.
“Oh, what the heck, go on and do whatever you like to him,” Zeus bragged. “I could SLAY him and HE would still fall down and kiss my feet. Or my butt or whatever I asked him to kiss.”
“All right!” Hades exclaimed.
“Oh, one thing though, brother,” Zeus said, “don’t kill him.”
“Aww, you’re no fun!” Hades complained.
“I’m serious, Hades. You can give him boils all over his body or take anything you want from him, but keep him alive. I want to show you that you can really mess him up and he will STILL kiss my big fat–well, you know.”
“You’re such a pathetic egomaniac, brother,” Hades said, laughing. “Oh, how about his children? Can I take THEM?”
“Oh sure,” Zeus replied. “They’re non-consequential. After all, I can make more just as good as those ten he’s got. No big deal.”
So Hades went out, with the urging of Zeus, and killed all of Ajax’s children. He also made Ajax so miserable that even his own wife urged him to curse Zeus and die. But Ajax kept clinging to Zeus. And in the end, Zeus rewarded him with more children and more wealth than he had previously.
This is a sweet story of how wonderful it is to be devoted to Zeus, who is good all the time. Yes, all the time Zeus is good. So always be faithful like Ajax!

Tina Rae Collins

August 17, 2016


“Danger, Will Robinson!”

Ex 23:2 BBE  Do not be moved to do wrong by the general opinion.

We never know what a day will bring. And we cannot imagine how we might get dragged into events that we never expected. Sometimes this can be good, and sometimes–well, let me tell you what happened yesterday.

Elijah, my two-year-old grandson, wanted to go somewhere. He pulled his mom (Rachel) and me to the car, and we all crawled inside. He climbed into his car seat and we asked him where we were going. “Wal-Mart,” he said.

We were tired and neither of us wanted to go to Wal-Mart, so I said, “How about Goodwill?” Goodwill is just around the corner and much easier to get into and out of than Wal-Mart. Plus, I like it better, so if I had to go somewhere that was a better choice.

Eli agreed to that by repeating “Goodwill.” So off we went.

Everything went fine until we got to the back of the store where the toys are. Then Rachel said, “Look, Mom, a pogo stick! Elijah, look what Nomma is going to do.”

Now, to this point, I had been coerced to the car and enticed into going to Goodwill, neither of which I really wanted to do. And now, here I was being presented with an amazing pogo stick. Everybody loves a pogo stick, right? Who would miss the opportunity to jump on one if someone said, “Look! A pogo stick!”

I am not sure the pogo stick still had the rubber on the bottom and I know Goodwill’s floor is slippery. I even considered those issues at the time. But did they stop me? Of course not!

I did great for two or three jumps. But then on the next jump, the stick slipped right out from under me and I went straight backward to the hard floor. The back of my bottom hit hard and then the back of my head hit.

I managed to pull myself up and retrieve my purse, phone, and keys that I had laid on the baby clothes bin, and then I quickly ambled around the bin to creep to the floor because I was about as sick as I have ever been from pain. I sprawled onto the floor and rested my head on a small toy workbench.

I thought I was going to vomit and I also feared I was fixing to lose consciousness. I could feel myself drifting away, and I was scared I would never come back. So I slowly lifted my head and forced my eyes open, and cried out to God to help me (should have done that before I got on the stick!). Almost immediately I began to feel a little better.

In time I pulled myself up by the bin and held onto it and stood for a bit. But the nausea came back, so I moved back to the floor and the workbench. I considered having Rachel call Seth (my older son) to come and take us home, but instead I waited to see how I would feel. Finally I was able to gradually get to my feet and stand for a while. Eventually I told Rachel I thought I could walk, and we slowly left the store, got back into the car, and came home.

I did not plan to get into the car in the first place. I had no desire to go to Goodwill. And I surely did not intend to hop onto a pogo stick. I most definitely did not purpose to create a big sore knot on the back of my head or pain so bad in my bottom that I could not bear to touch it. But it all happened because I allowed others to lead me.

It is perfectly all right to allow others to have their way. And I enjoy not knowing what is going to happen, living in the moment and participating in activities that happen to pop up in a day. But I cannot help but think that our spiritual lives can become as messed up as our physical bodies can if we are not careful about whom we follow and where we follow them. We can easily be led into actions we should not perform, or away from good behavior that we desire to achieve.

We do not mean to let other people or other thoughts, ideas, or events cause us to take leave of our senses and fail to keep a strong relationship with God, or spend our time praising Him or serving Him. It is not our plan to go places and participate in events that might dishonor the Lord or hurt us spiritually. We certainly never want to influence others, who might observe our behavior, to lose sight of their own spiritual goals.

After I fell, Rachel said, “Well, the good thing is, Mom, I don’t think anyone saw you.” That is indeed a good thing. I am grateful. And I praise God that I was not hurt any worse than I was.

Moral of this story? One, think for yourself. Two, pray in advance. And three, pay attention when your head is screaming, “Danger, Will Robinson!”

I have no idea what today will bring. But one contraption it will not bring for me is a pogo stick.



My Rap Poem

A friend of mine on a women’s Bible study list challenged me to speak in rhyme. So I quickly wrote the following little poem and am sharing it with y’all just for fun.

That’s great, Sister.
Put me on the spot.
Make me write in rhyme
With every tittle and every jot.
Turn my crazy head
Into a mess of rhyming.
Make me think about
The meter and the timing.

Like it’s not enough,
When writing on the list,
To come up with good stuff
For which I won’t get dissed,
You put another burden,
That’s now going to linger,
That most wouldn’t touch
With their little finger.

Don’t think I will forget.
Oh yes, I will recall–
How you made me work,
How you had the gall.
But lest I shirk a challenge,
Lest I be that weak,
Here’s your little poem.
Another do not seek!



Sad Day in Farm Town

A sad day in Farm Town,
A sad day for me–
I look for a neighbor;
Oh where can one be?

My trees need a harvest,
My fields go to waste,
No ‘matoes to munch on,
No cherries to taste.

My roses are wilted–
No water is brought.
My friends never visit
As you know they ought.

I feel so unloved and
Deserted by all.
I might as well build me
A high concrete wall.

And saddest of all is
(I’m not being funny)
I think my old cow just
Sat down on my bunny.

Will someone come save me
Before it’s too late,
Or will I be left in
This pitiful state?

Oh well, never mind,
I can be of good cheer!
A friend came with pizza,
So I’m outta here!

Moonbeam 9.19.09

Still wanting red roses. I want to encircle my garden with them.. Click here to play Farm Town: http://apps.facebook.com/farmtown?cid=ph

The Blessing of Being Bowlegged

A friend who runs complained recently about chafing. It occurred to me that I never chafe–never have and probably never will. Why? My mama done told me many years ago. “Be thankful you’re bowlegged,” she said, “because when you aren’t, your legs rub together and you chafe.” A blessing to be bowlegged! Who would have thought!

While walking this morning, I got to thinking that the most unattractive circumstances can present great blessings. I began to think of such blessings in my own life.

I am twice divorced and thrice married. What a blessing! Hard to recognize the blessing in that? Any heartache that we suffer gives us strength and new insights. And with divorce comes the joys of new courtship, new love, new family members, and a new adventure–not to mention new lessons learned.

I have always hated my thin hair. But several women have told me that thick hair makes them very hot. Plus, they must pay someone to thin out their hair from time to time. Another blessing for me!

I’m an asthmatic, which is a real bummer. But without this disease I might not concern myself much with what I eat or how I live my life. Because of my asthma, I have studied health issues and garnered amazing information, consequently practicing a much healthier lifestyle than I otherwise would. Yet another blessing.

I walked three miles yesterday. I hope to do the same today. Being bowlegged, I never know how to walk. Do I turn my feet out so my knees will point forward, or do I turn my knees inward so my feet will go straight? I don’t know. But one thing is certain: there will be no chafing–because, thankfully, I am bowlegged!



Hot Flashes

For a big part of my life I have anticipated menopause. I mean, anticipated as in looked forward to. Sound strange? Well, it wouldn’t if you knew how cold I’ve been most of my life.

But I had hope for brighter days. I knew that someday, in the not-too-distant future, menopause would hit and I would finally find some relief. I imagined that in my mature years I would be warm and toasty–courtesy of hot flashes.

I waited. And waited and waited and waited. I will be fifty-seven years old this coming Sunday, March 1. I am still waiting. Oh, I am finally in menopause, I think. Perhaps not finished but at the very least near to it.

But instead of hot flashes do you know what I got? Cold flashes!

Oh yeah, you didn’t know cold flashes existed, did you? Neither did I! And I am pretty mad about it. What a lousy way to be greeted by a long-awaited day! What a cruel dashing of hopes!

And somebody might have warned me. Surely some older woman knew about this! Maybe I would have been trying to put on some weight in preparation if only I had known.

When I refer to cold flashes, I am not talking about being a little chilly. I’m not even talking about bone-chilling cold. No, no, no. I’m telling you that I am like an iceberg. The cold I experience is organ-chilling cold. I feel like a corpse ready for the casket.

“Get ready for the hot flashes,” my older friends told me. “Oh, you’ll be hot enough pretty soon,” they warned when I whined about being cold.

Hot flashes, my eye! Don’t get your hopes up, ladies!