We have watched as our nation was brought to its knees by an unseen virus. Then we were angered at a reprobate police officer who abused his authority while 3 subordinates stood aside not daring to stop their bully officer. Then the discussion on racism got hijacked by anarchists bent on destruction instead of reconciliation. Three watching one and doing nothing turned into millions watching bully mobs and doing nothing. Now we see a nation of angry, fearful citizens. News is all about the worst discovered atrocity designed to enrich the fuel-soaked unrest with headlines of incite instead of insight. A nation where seldom is heard, an encouraging word. Stop! Consult the most infallible words of all times. Open your bibles first; not your computer screen, TV or newspaper. Start every day on the enduring guidance God gave us. Absorb every word. “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say…
2020 June
Dad, You taught me to love God first, family next and then country. Your love of America was intense; you watched friends beside you give everything for her in 1944. But you loved and honored our family and our God even more than our country. You never wavered from that order of priority. Ever. As a young man I didn’t understand those priorities. I was all about me. Your principles seemed old-fashioned and boring. The older I got, the smarter you were. You had many favorite scriptures. I think of two often; A man’s gift makes room for him and brings him before great men. (Proverbs 18:16) Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. (Proverbs 16:18). You never felt anyone, or the government, owed you anything. When doubt was there of the fair line between giving and receiving in any transaction, you would error on the side…
I was 11 the first time I was pulled over by a cop. Driving with no license and it wasn’t my fault. True story. I got my license the day I turned 14 and had my first wreck the next day. I got a ticket, but it wasn’t my fault (I didn’t cause the bad weather or the bad defroster). It was the first of many tickets, none of which I ever deserved. Our twin sons were about 10 when I got a speeding ticket one day. As soon as we got home, they bailed out and snitched. “Mom! Dad got a ticket, yelled at the officer, wadded up the ticket and threw it on the floorboard in front of him!” Little tattletales. By 37 years old, I had considerable disregard for cops getting quota’s off innocent people like me. I didn’t like their new cars and equipment either; while…