“Air Looms”

There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation


 

The nightly news has become a broken record; some group wants to decapitate a statue. Across the seas, there is always another coup that doesn’t agree with our way of life. Disgusted with the worldly ways, I say, good-night…don’t forget to pray! Pray for forgiveness for those that thought, but know not, that wisdom and knowledge are only attributed to experience. I ask God to watch over the loved that means so much.

Greeted by a morning fog, Dawn (God’s Little Girl), is crying out over our sovereignty. I look to heaven for a clear sign.

It’s blanketed by the “air that looms”….

A still so eerie that nature, itself, has ran for cover. I sit in the mist listening to God and wonder why my birds aren’t eating. Un-United, our states are in turmoil. Our heavenly father has turned a blind eye. You can’t bless the lack of respect; the sorrow mourns a morning.

The “air looms” with mixed emotions….

My heartfelt thoughts are not being heard. God, poised, we pray for your resolution.

The calm is like none other; my Morning Doves are gone. The atmosphere is saturated with hate. There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation.

The “air looms”…. like a solar eclipse about to happen.

All I feel is the emptiness from the hell the media stirs. Life is better when we are excluded. Starving for attention, these groups are fed by the fame they receive.

And the “air still looms”….

Like freshly perked coffee, you can almost smell the prediction of people. And yet, if you leave the coffee urn on, you know what will happen. It’s time to rise, and “make your bed” (a General once said). Be called to the glory, as those before us, who gave their all in the name of God. Life is too precious!

The ”air looms”….. it’s relentless.

Those that kiss their loved ones goodbye, parade in front of a camera. They proudly display their inhumanity for one another.

What have we learned??

Our history is being destroyed at the hands of “the children”! Where is our might to fight the ruthless? God only knows. The blood sheds for many, the past and the present. Is there no hope when morning comes?

And the “air looms”….

The torches of a fiery hell lingers long into the night. Not a soul was armored in the name of Christ; not a Bible was destroyed in the melee.

And still the “air looms” as Dawn awakens….

 


Editor’s Notes:

Who is Dawn (God’s Little Girl”??  Read my earlier blog, God’s Little Girl

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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. (John 13:34)

If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. (1 John 4:20)

Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. (Romans 12:10)

For inquire, please, of bygone ages, and consider what the fathers have searched out. For we are but of yesterday and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow. Will they not teach you and tell you and utter words out of their understanding? (Job 8: 8-10)

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Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke.


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In the middle of the quiet night, I listen to the creatures as they share a “who is right” conversation. Hearing them squabble, reminds me of you and I. Whoever has the last word doesn’t matter, wrong or right. We fight about the littlest things…you buy the milk; I’ll buy the butter. Like ants crossing a lily pad and the frog has enough of them, he jumps off, for its all he can handle.

So here we are wasting away another day that God hath made, trying to get our last say. At the end of the day, a compromise will certainly be rendered. Back and forth, love, like a ping pong ball, appears to be who serves last – that’s what matters most. Frustrated as pointless accusations hurdle across the net, we speak our peace and words ricochet through our hearts.

Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke. Worthless in the trash, we pick up the pieces of our fragile relationship, trying to make it last. Like closing the windows after a tornado has passed, only God knows the damage.

Bits and pieces of past history lingers in our own mystery. I wonder, why is life ricocheting from wall to wall? The hurts become deflated egos and common sense lies like broken crystal. “Why?”, is the only word…. not “sorry”, nor regrets. The walls stand tall, impervious to glass being at thrown at them.

Here where faith lies in the balance, fear becomes a common denominator. And where there is fear, there is no faith….do the math. You can’t fix broken crystal.

 


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Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7)

It is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife. (Proverbs 21:9)

But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. (James 3:17)

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (Romans 3:23)

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When Hate Is Loved

….history repeats itself as nothing is learned.


Coming home from a hard day’s work, I listen to the rhetoric that plagues our country. I love the drive, a peaceful little back road. The groundhogs sit up and watch as I pass and the deer graze along the shoulder. It’s like driving back through time. The trees sway and shadows my drive on this hot summer afternoon, giving me comfort on the ride home. A passing wave from an oncoming car whom you don’t know, tells they’re enjoying their ride home too. But the rhetoric on the radio, well….it’s another world out there.

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There’s no hurry driving down a winding road; no traffic jams. It’s just me with God sitting beside me. Arriving home to my manicured lawn, the roses greet me. My tired bones rejuvenate by the intertwined pinks and reds. Wow! What a gorgeous sight!

So another day comes to an end; no one died, not a shot was fired, and my boss even chuckled about our way of life. God, I love my life. Even my future looks promising. Another beautiful sunset, too, with shades that are indescribable.

Sitting down to dinner and saying grace, it’s the same old story in the background. “These people hate those people” and, “politically correct” is headline news. Those that said grace together now stand on opposite sides, swearing and throwing stones. A tear comes as we bow our heads and hold hands. Grace is all God asks for.

For the love of God, I can’t imagine anything constructive derived from hate! Memories are removed from town square. God won’t bless the hell that’s born when hate is loved. Looking for comfort as the bloody are posted on the internet, I wonder…. if it were Christ, would those posing as gladiators carry Bibles instead?

The night now reigns and God deems who’s worthy. The bloodshed in the streets now becomes the statue. And history repeats itself as nothing is learned. We’re reminded of the eternal flame that burns for those who gave their all. They never had the chance to see that sin plastered in the early morning light.

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My God shows no mercy on those that loves hate….their days are numbered. They’ll never find the peace that comes in the afternoon leaving work; as the little groundhog sits up and says, “God loves you”; or the waving hand showing “brotherly love”.

 


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Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. (1 John 2:9)

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, (Matthew 5:44)

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)

 


Editor’s Notes:

Did You Know???

Battle flags become totems for the men who served under them, for their sacrifices. They assume emotional significance for soldiers’ families and their descendants. Anyone today hoping to understand why so many Americans consider the flag an object of hatred must understand its status as a memorial to the Confederate soldier. These flags will always be contentious symbols as long as people still argue about the Civil War, its causes and its conduct.

Kappa Alpha was a fraternity that introduced Confederate symbols into collegiate life. It was in the hands of students that the flag burst onto the political scene in 1948.

Truckers, motorcycle riders and “good ol’ boys” (most famously depicted in the popular television show The Dukes of Hazzard) gave the flag a new meaning that transcends the South and even the United States.

We know that we must study the flag’s entire history if we wish to understand the history that is happening around us today.

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My Soulmate….

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided.

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Sitting under the stars, I’m waiting to see that special shooting…one that is coming to take me home. I think about the day when I’ll kiss your cheek and pray we will meet on the other side.

Heaven awaits….God’s calling

I’m not leaving without my love, here on Earth. But I can’t promise that so I smile through the pain, taking my final sip from the communion cup of tea.

I can only wish you know how much I really love you.

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But I’m just glad I’m going where God welcomes.

So I kiss your cheek once more knowing you’re the link between where I’m going and my past. God bless you, my love. You’re the best; you made me what I am.

My spirit so filled, my soul is now ready for the trip I must endure.

I’ll miss you, my love, so please hurry! I’ll be there waiting for you at the pearly. You won’t miss me. I’ll be the one smiling. My life will then be complete.

Thank you, God!

I sit in the dark, waiting on my ray of light. I’ll be the one riding out without a prayer; still knowing where I’m going – straight to heaven. God promises eternal life to those who believe, and I’m one who can’t wait.

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Again, I’ll kiss your face; I’ll feel your skin; I’ll touch your spirit and hold our memories in my mind. For love was born when we met. It may have been a while reaching us, but God saves the best for last….

You, my love, I’ve waited to celebrate the end. God has so blessed me with you.

Words can never comprehend the love I knew because you, too, held onto the hope and faith that someday we’d be one.

Now I must go make a home in heaven where you and I will spend eternity. There’ll be no bills, no debts, or frustrations to sweat. Just you and me walking together.

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided. God knows my heart and yours as well.

I love you for eternity! My soulmate in heaven, I’ll see ya’ later…. I love you princess!

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And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. (Colossians 3:14)

How Many Ways Can I Say….

….the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me.


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It’s a gloomy, soggy Sunday. I rock in my recliner and post thoughts about those who won’t be in church this morning. How ungodly are they? Reflecting on the news of the day, I can’t imagine there is much love as it’s “every man and woman for themselves”. I’ve lived, somehow, long enough to see this rerun played out long before now. There is no God in times of bloodshed. In my faith, Christ shed that for me. I’m eternally grateful that my love of God permeates.

Here, by my side, are years of writings. Some are sad, but some I rejoice in how many ways can I say I love you, God. Like rainy days, my heart pales and the sky’s gray reminds me of my past. The failures, Lord, that you brought me through; the times I stumbled and you caught me as well; and the accidents where You saved me.  Dear God, how many ways can I say I love You?

Beside me are my shoe box monuments. No one can imagine in this day and age, the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me. Graced with your anointment, my course has turned. I woke one early dawn and I wrote my precious first piece – “Jesus In The Backseat”.  My life now prophesized, God has ordered my mission.

My steps now lighter, my heart resides in forgiveness. My love and Your messages are now spreading around the world. How many ways can I say…I love You, God?

 

Readers:  How many ways can you say….”I love you, God”…..in my life? How has He changed your life?


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You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. (Deuteronomy 6:5)

Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words. And the word that you hear is not mine but the Father’s who sent me. (John 14: 23-24)

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150: 6)

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. (James 1: 17)

A Riots Rant

No, this is not one of my regular blogs but from my soggy back porch, I have the urge to rant!

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For once, being old is somewhat of an advantage. I have seen, and was once, unwillingly, involved where riots were going on…. more than I can count! From the “Little Rock Nine” in ’57, to “four dead in Ohio” in ’70 (which brought out the largest force of national guard), to the Baltimore racially provoked in ’70-’71; more recently, the LA riots (Rodney King riots), Baltimore & Ferguson riots, and now Charlottesville, Virginia. The pictures all look the same. So, what have we learned in the 60 odd years, that I recall? The bloodshed and tears that never made a difference!

Today we see riots that are infiltrated by immigrants out-of-state. Is trying to mutilate a statue the answer? Condemning history is like rebuking your great grandparents. Come on people! Have you nothing better to do than show your ignorance?

Hitler is dead, I’m sorry to inform you. Slaves were both black and white. God bless you if you can do my job better than me! Equal rights?? Get off your duff and show your worth!

Finally, every city pays two departments for protecting the welfare of others – the police and fire departments. For years I’ve asked why get the police involved as nothing changes. But my simple truth is to merely take ONE fire truck and douse the unruly crowd. It would disperse the tempers. Not to mention declaring the cell phones as dead. Why not? I wonder.

I’m for change too, but PLEASE QUIT KILLING!!!

When A Picture’s Worth A Thousand

Watching the world poised for action, we need to diligently seek grace.

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Speaking patriotically, I listen to the views as opinions are too numerous to mention. A true believer, we are all under God and I seek the best for all the country. The military, the meek, the wealthy that knows yet seeks to destroy. Even nature wants to preserve. We spend our lives trying to endure and do what’s right for the welfare of our descendants. Praying to pass on the promises instilled in us as children, we strive in our commitment to God to make a difference.

What matters more than heritage? We stand like statues to the wind, like the Wye Oak, as seasons change a landmark to our community. But one thing for sure, we hold our flag dear to our hearts. Our allegiance we pledge, faithfully.

But I wonder….will our children ever comprehend the complacency we constructed for them? They will never see a draft where destiny is decided by the luck of a straw. We were plunged from high school to a battlefield, fighting for our lives. Forget the enemy! Staying alive was priority. Kids can’t relate unless of course they enlisted in a branch.

I call on the weak to rise and be counted. God needs us! We are the chosen to serve and protect what’s left. Watching the world poised for action, we need to diligently seek grace.

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Caring about our tomorrows, God grant us salvation; our peace and joy we proclaim for the children’s sake that know not….. Amen.

 

 


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Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me. (Psalm 144: 1-2)

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:8)

Share in suffering as a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No soldier gets entangled in civilian pursuits, since his aim is to please the one who enlisted him. (2 Timothy 2: 3-4)

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. (Psalm 127: 3-5)