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!”
Monday, September 30, 2019
Sunday, September 29, 2019
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?
Saturday, September 28, 2019
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.
Friday, September 27, 2019
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.
Thursday, September 26, 2019
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. |
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