Whenever my Great Grandkids come over and I get to hold the baby and play with the 4 year old I am in heaven. Baby Jane was born last October and was just over 2 months premature. When I look at her she is so beautiful and perfect it makes me wonder what kind of evil thinking is taking over this world that would abort babys up until birth.
Now that there is a growing anti-aborion sentiment going across the country with many states severely limiting abortions the feminists and crying that their rights are being taken away; well I think that they did it to themselves by pushing the envelope to the point it is now – they are never happy. And when the push back started it gained speed because of the folks wanting to abort babies up until the moment of birth and beyond.
You can’t kill babies and still be a Christian.
(Born March 26, 1875 died January 29, 1963)
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down!” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Here are several songs I have enjoyed over the years that have a Positive Message. I do hope you listen to and enjoy these songs. Even better if you hear the message and are influenced to change a bit.
I’ll start with “Chain of Love” by Clay Walker.
Monk and Neagle – The 21st Time
Jim Reeves – An Evening Prayer
The Lumber Song by Colm Kirwan
Please enjoy these and let me know which one you like the best.
I found quite a while ago that YouTube was more than politics and old music. You may have to do a bit of digging but it is worth you while to search it out. Here are a few things I have found that are fascinating from the beginning of film.
Here is one I found that is the first kiss ever recorded on film from 1896.
And here is Annie Oakley putting on a shooting demonstration.
One more for now is the first recorded film of Alice In Wonderland (1903). Remember that film making was just in it’s infancy so don’t expect a lot of special effects and such. This one is 9 and 1/2 minutes long but is well worth watching.
Your mission now is to see what other film clips you can find. Here is a hint: there is one of the Wright Brothers.
Over the years I didn’t give much thought to PTSD. I didn’t realize that soldiers comeing home from battle brought with them emotional baggage that was embedded deep in their subconscious and it kept resurfacing to create an emotional hole in their lives.
Now I wasn’t a ground soldier with a rifle etc but my job in the US Air Force was to load bombs on the B-52s that flew missions over Viet Nam. I have never been a very brave or aggressive person and I don’t like the idea that I may have hurt or killed someone but the odds are that some of the bombs I loaded did just that and that thought keeps resurfacing over and over in my mind.
My thoughts that keep resurfacing helped me to understand how bad the PTSD that the ground soldiers get was. I didn’t see the destruction first hand and I never had to see the face of those that may have been hurt and I didn’t have people shooting at me and those around me.
So please pray for those veterans that have the tough kind of PTSD and treat them with love and respect.
The Book of Romans
I remember my Dad saying that reading the book of Romans had changed his life. Dad had to leave High School and go work with the Civilian Conservation Corp where the money they earned was sent back to help their families. Dad had to work his whole life on a landscaping nursery. I guess he felt he didn’t deserve or get any respect because of his job, even at church. But then Dad read the book of Romans which said in part:
Gifts of Grace
Rom 12:3 For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.
Rom 12:4 For as we have many members in one body, and all members have not the same office:
Rom 12:5 So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another.
Rom 12:6 Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us, whether prophecy, let us prophesy according to the proportion of faith;
Rom 12:7 Or ministry, let us wait on our ministering: or he that teacheth, on teaching;
Rom 12:8 Or he that exhorteth, on exhortation: he that giveth, let him do it with simplicity; he that ruleth, with diligence; he that sheweth mercy, with cheerfulness.
I think it was this part of Romans that helped Dad to understand that even if he wasn’t a businessman or lawyer etc, that he could still help his community and church with the skills he had. Dad took care of the church grounds; mowing the grass tending the gardens and planting new flowers and plants. He also became an Elder in the church and was a member of the men’s group which helped to take care of the church. He became so good at prayer that he became the Chaplain of the mens group and whenever a prayer was needed Dad was called upon. Dad loved his church and was very proud of it.
I wish I could become the man my father was. I will not attain that but I will keep trying.