A stereotype is defined as an over-simplified or standardized conception of a culture, profession or group.  How often do we categorize people?  For example, everyone knows that cops and donuts go together – right?  The Italian people are all members of the Mafia.  Rednecks have only one tooth and park their used furniture outside next to their pickups.

I happen to be composed of five different nationalities.  I’m Irish, English, German, French and Swedish.  I should therefore be a green beer swilling drunk- with a stiff upper lip – without a sense of humor, stubborn and serious all the time –  a rude, arrogant romantic who loves freedom – and a blond socialist who shops at Ikea.

Well, I certainly hope that doesn’t describe me.  It’s funny how we put people into pigeon-holes before we ever get a chance to know them.  We have a tendency to judge.   Do we tend to think we’re better than others?  Do we look at outward appearances?  Do we look at others unfairly? I think if we’re honest with ourselves, we have to admit that we have at one time or another done this.  We are all guilty, because it is part of our sinful nature.

Christians are also placed into a stereotypical category.  Many think that if you’re a Christian, your life is perfect – that you have no problems and if you do, it’s because you’ve done something to displease God.   They think you’re a goody two shoes – you’re too conservative – you don’t have any fun.  They think you worry too much about sin – that you’re all show and no action or that you believe in fairy tales.

Many of those attitudes are formed because it’s easy to put people of one race, one nationality, one ethnic group, one religion into one category.  We aren’t all the same.  Each of us has unique qualities which set us apart from the other guy.

Matthew 1-2 says, “Judge not, that you be not judged.   For with the judgment, you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.”

Dear Lord, help me to reflect on these words.  Help me to keep an open mind in all my experiences today.  Keep me from making judgments about people, their intentions, their thoughts, their motives, without really knowing what’s in their hearts.  You alone are our judge.  Don’t ever let me forget that.  Amen!



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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6 Responses to STEREOTYPES

  1. Myrna Migala says:

    I am 100% Lithuanian, both my parents are so, and my grandparents came from Lithuania.
    After I did my I found out I was 1%Jewish, which makes sense to me, since Lithuanian history has Jewish people. Lithuanian people, so I was told are fun-loving people.
    I will say also my worse unhappy sinful years were when I was led into Vatican II church, after many years of unhappiness I found again the Church Christ founded prior to Vatican II and I have never been happier (because of the grace of True Sacraments). if I do fall, there is always the Sacrament of Confession right at my front door, Mount St Michael in Spokane, we moved there as soon as my husband retired, now he is buried at their cemetery. I miss him so!

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    • says:

      I can only Imagine what it will be like to be alone. My husband and I have known each other since we were 13 years old. I thought I was going to lose him recently, but he’s still here and I’m so glad. Do you have family nearby to help you?

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      • Myrna Migala says:

        I am so blessed with family. My son his wife and children live next door, my daughter lives next door to him, and my other daughter, a nurse lives upstairs from me. My husband and I bought a large home with a basement apartment. A few years ago, my daughter moved in the main portion of the house with her children, and I moved into the basement apartment. It is perfect! Also, my other sons live minutes away, except for one son who lives in Reno.
        I met my husband when I was 17 and he was 18.


      • says:

        That indeed is a blessing. Our oldest lives in S. Carolina with her hubby and two adult sons. Our son lives in a suburb of south Minneapolis and our youngest daughter lives about ten minutes from us. They have been a great help for things like shoveling and incidental things. They were on top of things when Paul was hospitalized. I’m sure you have a wonderful family too. They are a source of strength along with our faith.


  2. ken riddles says:

    Thanks for this great post – plus the humour. And hello to your Irish side – 😎

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