Hey man, What time is it?

   I've been on one side and the other,  I've been up, and I've been down. And, I have floated on the waves of time, says the Lord God Almighty! I am all about you, can you still not feel my presence? You understand that time comes a tck at a time, but did you know that from where I am, there are oceans of time? These oceans crash in a world without time, this world is mine, and for you, it can be, in the land to come. The world without end, that, is the world from where He speaks.  As for myself, I have become as two men, and sometimes, I loose sight of the fact of which land I'm in, this one, or His. 

  For those of you who persist in not believing, what if I were to tell you that you can mind meld with Him? would that entice you? 

  Eternity is your's for the asking, I would not say it if it were not so.  

The Siren's Sing

   And so I said to the Lord, Thank you for leading me to understanding, for I was as a petulant child. I had hurriedly mounted my steed, and went off sword raised to the sun, I was off to challenge what I did not understand, but now I do. Praise you Jesus! For as I've been told so often, that,You never move, and so you don't. But rather it was I who moved from you. I allowed Doubt and worry, those two twin sisters of hell, to cause me to lose focus. But still, to blame them alone and not myself also, would be a lie, for Lord knows I have a wandering eye. Focus is so easily lost, if it isn't one thing, it's another. 

  We are a stubborn and stiff necked people, and we flaunt our very best jewelry. For we are a proud lot, so proud of ourselves that we are easily distracted. While we primp ourselves in the mirror,  with no thought for the One. Money, and the love of money, is what feeds the self gratification these so desire. But self is a tyrant, it, is never pleased. 

  Necessary? perhaps, but Money, with all of her charms, are the sirens who call to us from the rocks of a rocky island, with the storm's waves crashing all around. They are beautiful to behold, and their sweet sounding voices are most pleasant to the ear. It is a strong calling for they are desirous, but if clearly heard, they sing of destruction. But still they cry out all the louder. They cry out to passers-by, Come with us they say, come and take what is yours. Funny what they say, for they are right to a point, but so wrong overall.   

  

And the Answer Is,

   Not sure why I'm writing this, it might be because I realized that I hadn't written anything for the entire month of June. But as long as I'm here, I might as well make an attempt to prove that even though I'm officially old, I'm up to date with the latest headlines, and well aware of the relevant issues of the day. Recently, the L.A. Times, (aka, the little sister of the N. Y. Times), printed an article having to do with late night TV's nightly group of so called comedians. Missing of course, is any mention of the show that dwarfs all others. When it comes from true viewership of the 11 PM to 1 AM time slot nation wide. The television audience for the Gutfeld show have not seen these types of ratings since the days of The Tonight Show and the master, Johnny Carson. We miss relaxing after a hard day, we miss you Johnny!  

  I won't claim to have read the article, but apparently the article made an attempt to shed a little light with each of the four or five men whom the writer deemed important, and to rate them in a way of popularity. I'll stick my neck out and assume that Steven Colbert would be the leader of these late night parrots. Since Trump left office, they are all lost as to any humorous subject matter. Colbert dancing as a hypodermic needle to help pitch the Covid panic so needed as a fear factor for the left, is probably as good as these hacks get.This little skit was probably the highlight bit of these late night losers. So in lock step of the prescribed allowable humor are these men, that without the picture, you couldn't tell one from the other. Comedy is supposed to be cutting edge, but for these clowns its always the same lack of anything truly funny. So calculated and redundant, that most just mail it in now, as for them, it is no longer comedy, but straight propaganda. 

  The reasoning of course is because Gutfeld airs nightly at 11 Eastern on the much feared Fox news. Yes, the same Fox news that liberals are threatened with expulsion from the club if they dare to watch it. The sad fact for the dancing bears on the other channels is that because they can no longer do what they are over paid to do. That to bringing eyeballs to the show so the sponsors can hawk their wares. But while they are pushing the same tired observations night after night, most of, including all of their viewers with IQs higher than the common slug, have put on their big boy and big girl pants, and now watch the late night show that trounces all others in ratings, but more importantly, in entertainment value. But because Greg uses the knife of truth, his show remembers what the others have so sadly forgotten. That comedy is only funny when there is an element of truth to the jokes, and that humor, especially the late night fare is intended for adults. It is supposed to be edgy, and by poking fun at the establishment, and in so doing, sometimes exposing their hypocrisy. This is their job as comedians. 

  Seeing as my platform is a small one, tell a friend, share the news. Looking for some late night yucks, tired of all the propaganda being force fed as comedy by the mindless horde? Follow the ever widening crowd of fully awake Americans and be entertained by Greg and his crew of insightful panelists. And while on that channel, you might want to try catching up to the reality outside, and watch the news.   

Memorial

   The horror that occurred recently at a Texas elementary school was pure evil. The Devil who is evil, hates when his real self is scene so obviously. He is usually quite the pretty boy, and can take any shape or body. It was once said in heaven that Satan was the most beautiful of all the angels, and so get the red pajamas and the pitchfork right out of your mind. Being spirit, you cannot see him of course, only the aftermath of the horror he orchestrated. The scene looked as would he, if he could be seen as that once pretty angel looks now. Now. he would look as someone ugly, nasty, and only wanting death. Of course, admitting to yourself that ultimate good exists, so does the flip side of the coin. Ultimate evil, is something that makes us uncomfortable, something we'd rather ignore. So we ignore the spiritual implications, and go straight to our religion, politics. 

  But still the question persists, and people will ask, How can God allow this, and why didn't he stop it? God being outside of time, sees things from an eternal perspective, we, of course, are limited to the here and now. God knows what was, what is, and what will be. Does His heart break for those families? Of course. But the ground work was  already in place, the demon who took control of the murderer had left tell tale signs of a twisted mind, whose calls for help were not heeded. Reality was far from him, and watching the carnage unfold in reality was for him, much like the shoot em up video games he so loved. Insane? of course, all cold blooded murder is. And yet, we as a country are trying to decide at what point can we kill the lives of even younger children than those in Texas. God gave us over to our self absorbed and debased minds. In reality, until the day God takes it back, the devil is the king of this world, it is his.  

  Free will, remember? It was by our will that we sat quietly while they removed school prayer from our schools back in the sixties. It will be that same apathetic non caring attitude, that will allow them to eliminate the pledge of allegiance to our nation from our schools next. We sat in silence during last summer's riots as they torn down the statues of our history, we even sat idly by as a granite monument of God's ten commandments was ripped from it's moorings! Think God might be a little offended at that? Our money says, In God We Trust. What happened? 

 And now evil focusses on its real desire, our children. They plan to divide them by race, and turn them all into sexual perverts. And We have the nerve to ask why God allows tragedy? Strangely, thats the same question He asks you..     

Too much Monkey Business

   Never let an epidemic go to waste, and if you can't find one, make one up. Did you know that fear sells more than does sex? Well, maybe more neck and neck.. But this occurred just hours ago. I took a trip to the thrift store, right around the block from me. I was hoping to find a used electric typewriter. My paranoia is my own.  The store was mostly empty except for some kid I saw lurking around, and two old women. They were both masked, I of course, I wasn't, because I thought the mandates were over? It was obvious that I made both women nervous, the sales girl more than the customer. Nice, typical grandma looking, but nasty. Apparently, someone somewhere had scared these otherwise fine old ladies into becoming rude and just plain fragile victims, who had just recently drank from the new Kool Aid.

  Monkey pox flu, the next panic to spread at long last. That is of course, how you'd see it, if you were them. After all, they had gotten about as much out Covid as is possible. A new disease is just what the doctor ordered. Public notification: Monkey pox, is NOT contagious, period. Oh they'll try selling it, they push and they'll spin, and try, once more, to make something out of nothing. Me thinks we Americans are sick of your tricks. But be ready for it, ignore it as best you can, but don't let your anger get the best of you. Remember, they are like children, wisdom is foreign to them, Entertain me they cry, where is the toy in the box?

None the Less

  What is life, or better yet, why is life? What does it all mean? What happens when we die, do we simply return to the earth from which we came? Is there life after death? How can that be? How could I not have not been born, how would it have affected my family if I had never lived, what, if anything would have changed? How many of you know that the odds against you ever knowing the answer of such type questions are astronomical.  These are but a few of the deeper questions of life, there are no questions in death. These deeper thoughts and questions come to us all in one form or another, and at some point in our lives. What is the answer to understanding, is it not knowledge? 

  What do you think you'll do after you die? Ask yourself, What is it that leaves your body at the moment of your passing? What leaves to change the living into a lump of dead meat? Is the extent of the human condition only to understand the short time of the sum total of our years while we live on this earth? Is that your limitation? If you have ever watched a living thing die while watching the eyes, you will see the spark of life fade in their eyes until they become lifeless and dull. What is that spark, and where does it go when the body dies? 

  What you see as that twinkle that turns dark, is the Spirit of Life leaving, that is what you lose at your passing. But what becomes of that sparkle, does it live forever, or does it too become as dead as stone? The answer of course is that both life and death are eternal.  What if you have a choice, would you choose to go on with that spark of life, to live love and learn forever, or would you choose to be plant food? Or, does your hope ly in the hope that you will return as another life form, like returning as a beautiful swan. What if you come back as lice feeding on rotted corpses? You know there is no guarantee of the swan or flower gardens? So, say that the choice is yours to make, which would you choose? Surely given that clear a choice, most if not all would choose life eternal, rather than just returning to dirt. 

  No matter what you've been taught, and as much as you may not like exclusiveness, there is only one way to guarantee eternal life with the Creator of all, and that is by becoming a follower of the son God sent as the way to himself, Jesus Christ. Jesus himself stands at the door of your heart and knocks. The last question is, Will you answer the door? Scripture tells us that more won't than will, but the remnant grows none the less.  

Passed Over

  I already had this one titled, Easter in Paraphrase, when the mean streak passed over me, and this will be whatever it will be? One thing is certain, it is meant to be to the glory of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Today being Saturday, is the middle day, the day between his betrayal and death, culminating tomorrow, Easter Sunday, the day when he rises back to life, defeats death, not just for himself, but by defeating death, he holds the key to eternal life, and from that moment on, having endured all sin, all, meaning up to and including that point, all the way to this our time, for all time and forever more, He Jesus, is the Way to the Father, a way for perfection to abide with imperfection. The preparation for this three day event began officially when Jesus entered Jerusalem seated on the foal of a donkey, while people were lying their cloths and palm branches on the dirt road to the city's gate, to make clear the way for who even the rocks would have joined in hailing Him as King, Lord and Savior, the long awaited Messiah. A week later of course, these same revelers would choose Jesus to die rather than a renowned murderer . 

  So what's this really all about?, please make it as short and to the point as possible. So here is a synopsis, a blog length appeal to reach as many of you who will give ear. God is real! God is pure, perfect and incapable of error. Pure and perfect, meaning, not ninety nine and nine tenths perfect, but 100% perfect. To better understand the meaning and the necessity of the God/man Jesus, imagine God the Father as this perfectly clear beacon of the freshest, purest, coolest, and the best for you water that there is. If we, a people beaten up and ravished by life and all our bad decisions, our stubborn selfishness, who have never done anything as extreme as being a rapist or a killer, and so see ourselves as good enough? How else could we appear in this scenario next to this crystal beacon of purity if not as sloppy jars of ink. One tiny drip from an eye dropper of us into this liquid perfection would foul it. If ever there was a time for us to acknowledge and cry out to the eternal living God, it is at this time. What is needed then is a way, a bridge of sorts, something that would make it possible for the created to be with their creator. Our country and the whole world for a myriad of reasons, seems broken beyond repair. Something or someone much bigger than us needs to clean up this mess and return sanity while we still have enough breath to change things. We need a way to be forever in the safety of the God who loves us. Jesus is the Way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Him. Instead of another Easter egg hunt of more chocolate bunnies, how about we choose this year to acknowledge the reason for the holiday. We choose to honor the one who endured incredible abuse and pain, for us. You probably have never raped or killed anyone, and you probably think of yourself as a good person. But no matter how good you think about yourself, would any of you dare say that you are perfect? No, not one, for all fall short of perfection.  Hopefully you believe in God, the source of truth and a power much greater than yourself. Make this year the year when you humble yourself before him and thank Him for making life eternal available to you. Happy Easter