POWER TO THE PEOPLE, BABY

One more political comment.  When I was young it was our goal to reject the government for a much better way of managing our affairs...ourselves.  Love, peace, and understanding were the rallying cries and rejection of “the man” (government) was a prerequisite.  It was such a great premise, the people governing themselves, caring for one another, taking care of the earth but there was one fatal flaw, an abandonment of the established religious morality for individual situational ethics or as we yelled it, “FREEDOM MAN!”  Which brings us to the sorrowful situation of today.  Many of those same freedom seekers of my youth have now turned to government as their new moral compass and savior while a few were won over by The Original Hippy who not only was love but showed us the way to love and peace and understanding.  Politics, like all other human forms of people management, leads to one thing, a power struggle where everything and anything goes as a means to get the power which quickly moves from people management to people control.  Control is the opposite of serve which is the true role of any good government and is the central theme of Christ, “love others as yourself.”  This form of self-governance returns the power to the people to choose to love and serve one another, take care of the planet, help the needy, and seeing in Jesus, not politics, the true example of how we are to live together which aligns perfectly with another saying we use to yell, “POWER TO THE PEOPLE, BABY!” 

Impeach What?

I rarely write about politics, enough people doing that, but I have had a belly full of it.  This obsessiveness with President Trump is beyond my comprehension.  I have never spent much time thinking of any politician, president or otherwise, and the same goes for this one.  Why would I?  As far as I can tell America is doing pretty well and has been getting better all along since I was a kid.  We still have problems but we, (politicians excluded) seem to be working hard on those.  We are not at war, our grocery stores are filled as are our gas stations, we are always working on our roads and bridges, state and national parks are open, our churches, schools, and factories are open, new cars being made, scientists still seem to be on top of things, medicine is the envy of the world, clean water is always at my facet.  Do we have serious problems, very serious, yes!!! Abortion, sex trade, racial reconciliation, immigration, climate change!  But the President isn’t one of them or no more so than all the other politicians and media that are obsessed with him.  I just don’t get it but whatever it is I have had enough.  Why don’t those who are obsessed with this particular politician find a cause worthy of their obsession, less expensive adoption comes to mind?  Why not impeach that?   

  

Being By The River

Sometimes I long for my youth, for all those bright days with limitless choices each filled with new experiences and plenty of chances for success.  When your body was successes champion and your mind need only celebrate.  But age brings a certain success which youth could never realize when you can bring your entire being, body, mind, and spirit to bear on life which seems to anoint living with a sincere sense of Divine collaboration as if in the slowing of age you are allowed to keep pace with The Spirit.  Your body, though much less exuberant, is more capable of coupling itself to the mind and spirit allowing life to be lived in a way that you may realize all the joy that a young body races blindly by.  All of life has its advantages but only for those who have lived enough to take them.   

  

Dark Matters

Big dark skies hang above me as the morning still has an hour or so to sleep in and the woods are filled like the heavens with small lights of sound.  In front of me is the smaller vastness of the river cloaked in dark matter but known by the occasional something breaking the water’s top like the ting of large, round wine glasses toasting love.  The world lives, my little Eden of it, and by grace, I sit again as unnumbered times before and are brought more alive by it.  Morning coming over several hours is like a classic black and white movie colorized by God, like when He first conceived of color and allowed His angels to play with it and they knew no bounds.  The fullness of the earth should be a part of every human's day when night births it, oh the gift of a whole new day brought to us in living color and as miraculous as that last breath you took. 

Horizontal Holy Mountains

Growing and harvest has always been a spiritual event in my heart as the abundance of fruit and grain is yearly realized from the earth, rain, and sun.  I once rode in the Midwest for nine hours without ever getting out of the corn and have seen mountains of corn piled beside railways when all the storage bins were filled.  These are holy mountains, sacred land, altars to The Only God of Grace and His kind abundant love toward humanity.  As a small child, I use to grind corn kernels from the cob with a hand-cranked sheller bolted to a table in the Bristow barn to feed the young calves and yesterday I did the same thing with an exponentially greater tool, a combine and the same God showed up to awaken me to His Great Glory.  It is harvest time in West Tennessee and God’s Holy Mountain, though spread horizontally here, is nonetheless Holy—Holy, Holy, Is the Lord God Almighty.   

Thanks to Jason, the rodeo cowboy, for letting me ride along on
his new mount, Case IH Combine.