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.

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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A Melancholy Morning

…more perfect union, a land enriched with loyalty and respect.


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Finally! A day of peace. The air is still carrying the charred remains of lumber from burnt ships. Some water-logged pieces and materials are washing ashore from those who gave their all. But, through the stench and haze, the sun is trying to warm the spirits.

Standing on the beach, thanking God for my salvation, I ask only Him, where do we go from here? Turning about, soldiers carry a makeshift cot with remnants of friends that didn’t make it. A tiny town is shattered in the night, what was the purpose?? Moral support gives little hope to the vow of the foes who fight for this country.

Fragments scatter the hearts of so many that appear doomed from the night before. My first thought is, “though I walk in the shadows of death“, faceless images tell the story. Tears in my eyes, I turn to watch the water as the sun sparkles on it. Blocking out the hell and the nightmares in my mind, nothing seems possible. Life, now, should start again.

Chaos creates such a racket, as riders are coming, bearing arms with messages. Old, white haired men now give up the ghost and carry their pride back to their home. The turmoil is horrendous – children are screaming, holding their sobbing mother’s hand, as yet a quartet marches so diligently. I ask our Father, where is the mercy? Why must the innocent be so inflicted? A musket washes up on the shore now.

There up on the hill, tattered and bearing bloodstains from the gallant, is standing the remains of the proud, waving the threads of red, white and blue. Freedom from England at last! Like lost sheep, we are setting out to form a more perfect union, a land enriched with loyalty and respect.
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2017 –

The place, today, that we call home, could never imagine the famine and despair those before us bared. I love this place! It might not be perfect but it’s mine. My parents, their parents, and those before, as well, gave their all so I could sit here quietly enjoying my morning brew. I’m so damn proud to be the one who stands and says, I’ve seen five wars in my lifetime! to enjoy?

I salute every one of those who gave their time for this privilege!      Happy 4th!  Fireworks