To The Boomer’s Babies

My child of knowledge, without wisdom, your spineless acts are to the contrary.

To The Boomer's Babies


Aggression – it has prospered. Words with meaning a generation ago, doesn’t mean much to a new way of life. I watch the news as a few of our children fight for fame. They will more likely end up incarcerated. So, you think to liberate our beloved homeland is the answer? To make change, for better or for worse, tell me where God is in this equation.

The insubordinates that never attend church, stand in the shadows of the tall believing their rights are violated. My child of knowledge, without wisdom, your spineless acts are to the contrary. The history books will never mention the hate, the hell, and violent Revolutions of the Sixties (see article below).

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Your thoughts remain that all things are new. Well like bell bottoms or madras, the Boomers have seen it all before. Flexing your freedom doesn’t make it right. God stands quietly on the side lines with His collective heritage of souls.

My children of little faith, your draft number was never called. You have never fought another’s battles. “I am human first”, a quote posted on social media, was from a nice young man. He has never met ISIS where one’s life is not worth a damn. But his point, well taken, we MUST love our brothers.

 

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I wake in prayer, as corny as it may sound. I’ve found peace as others around me live in turmoil. You grasp at life, belligerent and trying to make your own mark in this world. Obviously, you do not believe in Christ or the gift of miracles.

Good luck is all you need. We thought so, too, at your age. But as we aged and experienced life, we did walk away with some wisdom. It’s something you cannot earn at thirty-something!

So, you want to take command of a country? Let’s scrutinize North Korea. Is that what you really want? Our country was founded on values and love for our fellow man; honor and respect for our neighbors; helping those less fortunate. This is not a home of genocide, “I’m human first.”

All lives matter, but let’s not forget that GOD is first! Christ was a miracle and so are you. Go back to our basic principles…you drive on the right. I hope you put God in your equation, if He’s not already. Learn from your Father’s wisdom. The mistakes we made, we made to protect you and your future! Be blessed and if you’re not doing it already, find a church.

 


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Revolutions of the Sixties

For a better understanding of this era, you may read an excellent overview at the following link:

http://www.wwnorton.com/college/history/archive/resources/documents/ch35_01.htm

The Sandbox

Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy.

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Sitting in the shade, wiping my sweat, the yard is manicured once more. It’s so nice to enjoy the love that comes from looking to God and the beautiful blue sky. I thank Him for another day of gorgeous grace. In my little cul-de-sac, the concrete wraps in harmony; the blacktop sweeps in tranquility. Peace and love rings out in my little neighborhood. God abounds.

Reminiscing in the shade while continuously wiping my brow, I think back to when Kirk and I were little kids. We’d play for hours with our Matchbox toys; building tunnels and roads through the piles of sand in my little sandbox. Pretending to create a life of make-believe, we built a world where the only problem was leaving our toys outside if it rained.

With endless hours of sharing our childhood, we learned to live and get along. I guess we fought once in a while; I don’t remember anymore. But the fact remains, we got along and grew up in normalcy. Our interests grew and changed. Diversified, we lost contact. Some days, like today, I go back and sit on the edge of my little sandbox wishing for those younger days.

Today, I’m watching the parade of demonstrators marching in solidarity. They, I bet, never knew the love of God that grows from life in a sandbox. Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy. Memories are like a keepsake proudly displaying on the living room mantle. Framed pictures that commemorate the way things were, line the hallway. And a crucifix of Christ protects the covenant that God blesses the hearts of passed ones.

I see the innocent demonstrate their acclaimed individual rights. The fore-fathers, before them, fought for those rights. Now the monuments are all but destroyed. That which was commemorated, is now denounced. Ridiculous!

So what time is it….1967??

I’m watching the news…. fifty years too late! I’ve seen this rerun before!

I’m disgusted with the progress we are prospering – in reverse. Let’s go back in time and recreate the joy of God we found in our own little sandbox once more!

 


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But Jesus called them to him, saying, let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. (Luke 18:16)

A fool’s lips bring strife, And his mouth calls for blows. A fool’s mouth is his ruin, And his lips are the snare of his soul. (Proverbs 18: 6-7)

The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, But the mouth of the wicked conceals violence. (Proverbs 10:11)

 


Editor’s Comment:

God establishes government to be an authority, and he establishes family to teach the importance of respecting authority.

“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)

Loyalty vs. Respect

So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them…..


I sat on a bench watching two teams play. It was so cold my posterior froze to the wooden board of a bench. Bundled against the elements, facing the virtues of nature’s wrath. I could hardly predict the outcome. The teams fought hard, made some good plays and scored some points; but they walked away with arms wrapped around the opposing players. It was the only thing heartwarming on that bitter, brutal Sunday afternoon. The fans, too, huddled their way out of the bleachers. It didn’t matter whose side you were on. Just fighting to stay warm was worth its weight.

As we walked away, it wasn’t so much about who won or who lost. It was the sportsmanship displayed. “Loyalty ( strongly supporting each other) and respect (ability to admire someone for the abilities and achievements) goes a long way when two oppose one another”, I said to the father of one of boys on the opposing team. He smiled, shook my hand and said ” Good game!”. I guess he understood. Happy to be warm from the frigid winter winds, my heart steadily pumped 98.3 degree blood in this minus zero body.

I think about that game every now and then and the camaraderie we felt. I almost wish for a reunion of sorts; call it the coldest respect loyaltygame in Hades!!! But as I stop and tap my pencil eraser on the tabletop, I’ve come to want the same with everyone I know. It’s not just a wife or child but the guy I’m walking out of a stadium with as well. Loyalty and respect go hand and hand; you can’t have one without the other. My heart pales for those that try to live eliminating one or the other. Should I tear into the heartless as they rejoice with the absence of loyalty?  That surely is not respectful.

So tomorrow comes. Will things change? Will God intervene? Will you have patience and understanding? Can you allow the loyalty from love abound? And what about respect? Do you have the same on the scale for a janitor as you do for our Lord? I wonder….

 
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Loyalty: Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong. Let all that you do be done in love. (1 Corinthians 16:13-14)

Loyalty: Whoever pursues righteousness and kindness will find life, righteousness, and honor. (Proverbs 21:21)

Loyalty: Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)

Respect: So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets. (Matthew 7:12)

Respect: Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. (Romans 13:2)

Respect: We ask you, brothers, to respect those who labor among you and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love because of their work. Be at peace among yourselves. (1 Thessalonians 5:12-13)

Prosecution Rests

God passes judgement upon hypocrites with too much power.


Fed up, I’m about to rewrite my messages from God, for the third time. It’s been a long time since this has happened, but, as I tell this story, Satan is adamant on destroying my message. So, now, is all the more reason I need to write this story.

As Father’s Day approached, I was faced with an altercation leaving me little choice than to be led by my faith.  God being first, I begged, borrowed, and stole to commit to my own convictions. Taking the gamble, which about broke me, I knew it was my duty to protect the love I so dearly care for today. Seeing Satan at every corner, God of course, was my only choice. Combating fire with fire the match was lit …..

Sometimes, I wonder why God challenges me to a task far beyond my qualifications. Knowing my limitations, and perplexed with situations, I rise to the challenge as faith leads me. Dealing with the devil reminds me, though, of dancing in the desert in a thunderstorm. Anticipating his next move, consequently, is a series of tactics that’s very unpredictable. Almost like a counterterrorist, we plot as the story thickens.

Regardless, I pray, God is near me.  Father-time has not been on my side, but, Father’s Day eve, my prayers were answered.  The good Lord offered me a hand and spared me the time to correct the evil that had gone on for the last two years. Determined to seek out and eliminate courtroom gavelthe lies, the truth is under suspicion. Where there is God, there is no doubt; so I stay ever prevalent to his Holy name.

My love for you, and committed to the loyalty of foregone wishes, I stand with you and hold your hand.  May no man hinder a mother’s Will. God passes judgement upon hypocrites with too much power. Like a nation under siege, I will watch you, enemy, falter. You cannot serve two Gods at the same time!

The Exchange of Money

“I love you”, the English language as a bargaining tool

Today, I sit and re-read the memoirs of my life.  The pages are plagued with virtue.  Like reciting in a mirror, l hear the words I’ve often wondered about.  So many I know, use loosely, the English language as a bargaining tool.  Endearing words mean so little from behind the vocal cords…. “I love You”. This term of endearment is not hardly more than a form of  ‘currency’; a way to ‘buy your way in’.  Redundantly, it sours the hearts of many.

Looking back on my younger days and with desperation playing a part, I see now that “I love you” was going to cost me.  If I’d only understood that “I love you” was a form of currency!  Only now does it all come back to me as a friend explains, “she wanted your wallet”.

Connecting the dots of trials and tribulations, I see God was non-existent.  Money can’t buy love, though at times, those three simple words can. Trying to come to some kind of peace, I’m getting madder by the minute!  How ruthless are those with ulterior motives who want to control a situation by bleeding, “I love you”- a vice to the brokenhearted??

It’s pathetic to believe that some get what they want with, ” I love you “,  at the flip of a tongue. Scorned, my calloused soul retreats to the dark where little light is shown.  Riddled with questions, best guessed answers lie in the remnants of rotten boxes tucked away for safekeeping.  Their weight are words now replaced by actions.

Today, moving on, I realize God was there all along;  just waiting on me.  Peace has replaced the innuendos; harmony reigns like heavens above.  The sound of three little words exemplifies that talk is only cheap when you really do not mean it.