American Journal, December 29, 2012

A real cliff hanger…

Did you ever have one of those falling dreams? One where you always seem to wake up just before experiencing the sudden stop that is at the end. I have. I have also had dreams of being trapped somewhere naked. Like at work. Trying to figure out how I became so exposed.

I am not crazy. You have had those dreams too so go ahead and admit it. I am no oneirologist. That is what the people who purport to interpret your dreams call themselves. No, I do not know if they also read palms. If one was interpreting the dreams of Washington politicians would he be a proctoneirologist. I am just saying, considering where most of those heads are.

I once had a dream catcher hanging from the review mirror of my pick-up truck. I bought it in a souvenir shop in Pigeon Forge. Probably made in China. Can you imagine the Chinese slave laborer wondering what the heck this thing I am making is? I totaled that truck and dang near myself too. Guess it was a nightmare catcher too. I do not know what falling and naked dreams might mean other than highlighting ones insecurity. I have not had such dreams for a long time. Could be that I am growing secure with who I am and what I stand for. Could be because I totaled the dream catcher. Who knows? Ask your oneirologist.

Here in the land of the once free, we are having our own falling nightmare. It is over the fiscal cliff. We are assured if we go over, our national debt will only then become a real problem. Our taxes will go up. Our military will disintegrate and we will have to double up on free cell phones and food stamps.

Washington’s politicians will be left standing. Naked. Exposed. Well, more naked than they believe they already are. As in the band of little misguided emperors with no clothes. They have nothing left behind which to hide their nakedness either. Even their lies are reruns. Maybe they fell. Bumped their pointy heads and cannot remember. Maybe I am confusing that with another naked nightmare. A bourbon soaked naked nightmare. I will have to think on it some more. Politicians, equally guilty of causing our national naked falling nightmare can only blame one another and the toothless woman in Cleveland does not care who is wrong as long as she has her free cell phone and the SEIU can get her to the voting booth. And maybe toss in a bottle of T-bird. Makes you want to stand up and belt out The Star Spangled Banner. Does it not?

Frankly, I believe we have run out of cliffs. We have leapt off so many that we now must make up new names for them. The fiscal cliff? Kind of hard to go over it leaping or otherwise when we are already buried under its rubble. Our great grandchildren will be lucky to dig themselves out.

We jumped off the moral cliff long ago. We live now in the shadow of the valley of moral relativity. Or is it death? The death of a free nation. That valley is filled with broken families and with people who do not know their way out.

Screwtape’s minions no longer whisper evil into ears. They broadcast it over prime time television, the Internet and in theaters with tacky little signs Scotch taped to the doors that remind us “no weapons are allowed in this building”, unless they are producing murder and mayhem on the big screen. With Dolby surround sound. In 3 D. We crash, burn, and destroy families, and abandon children to raise themselves. Or we leave their raising to progressive school teachers and the Internet baby sitter. We turn them loose on society with a shaky moral foundation tempered with a flawed pop culture and over medicated with psychotropic drugs. Then we want to blame inanimate objects for what ails us. Or, much more dangerous than that, we want to blame our freedom. We want to blame the fundamental rights guaranteed to us by the law of the land.

Our country, what remains of it, will not be fixed in Washington. It will be fixed from the pulpit. The same spot where the American Revolution began. It will be fixed by the man in the mirror saying the erosion of my freedom stops now. Squandering of our national wealth stops now. Tyranny stops before it takes hold. There is no compromise.

We better wake up from our falling nightmare before we reach the fatal sudden stop.


American Journal December 24, 2012

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise the child, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he was conceived.

Luke 2:1-21 (NIV)

Merry Christmas. May God bless you in the New Year.

American Journal December 23, 2012

Sitting on a hilltop in southern West Virginia on a clear night, I could see countless stars. A sea of them against a deep blue night sky. Have not seen such a sky in a long time. It is one of the fond memories from my childhood along with sitting by a fire with friends while listening to our hounds run through the woods. We would Indian wrestle. You lie on your back head to toe and wrestle with your leg. The object is to flip your opponent. After we tired of that, we would eat the potatoes we baked in the camp fire. Then we would tell lies. We were young boys. Old would have been 13 or 14. There were no drugs, no alcohol. Just country kids having country fun. Oh. And we did not have computers, Al Gore had not yet invented the Internet, and television was a couple of snowy black and white channels.

We fought wars too. Occasionally with Daisy BB guns, but mostly with bang, bang. We would also make homemade bows powerful enough to raise a welt with the dull sticks we shot from them. We played tackle football and our only piece of equipment was the ball. We would strap on someone’s boxing gloves and flail the daylights out of one another. For fun. Until you took one straight on the nose. After playing a baseball game, we rode standing up in the back of a pick-up truck screaming at the top of our lungs. We got old rickety, rusty bicycles with no chains or brakes, a frame with wheels, and coasted a long hill that ended by shooting across the highway. No helmets, no elbow pads, no knee pads. Nobody died although Grant did run over the hill once and through a briar patch. Later, a badge of honor. We swam, in the river, unsupervised. We floated down the river on homemade rafts until they fell apart. In school we were encouraged to read Huck Finn. We climbed skinny trees to the top and rode them over to the ground before letting them fly. We cut old vines in the woods so we could swing on them and pretend to be Tarzan. If we got hungry along the way, we found an apple tree and ate green apples. Or climbed a mulberry tree and sat there eating until our hands and faces were purple. We went exploring into abandoned coal mines. Just because they were there. We zipped down the mine’s abandoned tracks on an old left behind push car. We walked far enough into the hills until we could not see a house in any direction. Then we became pioneers. Daniel Boone or Davey Crocket. Our squirrel rifles were BB guns. Yes, we were kids playing with guns. In winter, we found the steepest hill to sled down in the most thrilling – and dangerous – way we could think of. The best was several of us riding on a sheet of roofing tin. Our sled run ended at the bottom of a hillside pasture. At a barbed wire fence. Just before the creek. The challenge? Bail out just before the sheet of tin shot beneath the wire. We always made it, but my cousin Preston once left a little piece of his jeans – and rear end – on the tin. We were always home for supper with the family.

At school, we started each day with the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America. We sang a verse of My Country Tis of The. We had a classroom prayer. We were encouraged to read the biographies of our founders and other great statesmen. We were taught that America meant freedom and freedom was good. Communism was evil. Most of us went on to serve some time in the Armed Forces.

On Sunday mornings, we were inspected to make sure we washed well. Put on our white shirts and went to Sunday School and Church. And, yes, we would occasionally try to sneak a smoke in the outhouse.

None of us were taking Ritalin. None of us turned in to psychotic killers. Other things perhaps, but not that.

We spend a lot of time talking about what ails us. We blame every problem on something. Everything from the Internet to violent video games to bullies to inanimate objects that can do nothing by themselves but sit there. Lives are too busy. Kids are left alone. Too many parents like it when the kids can entertain themselves with video games and rap music degrading women and telling them to kill a cop. They can even do that while they eat their dinner pizza. Alone.

We spend way too little time talking about what will cure what ails us. Even if the cure is right in front of us. Sometimes the best thing is to look forward – to the past.

© 2012

American Journal December 16, 2012

Like most mornings, I was out before daylight on Friday. Driving down the Interstate, I saw a bright light streak across the morning sky. The weather man had told us to watch for a meteor shower. Partly cloudy, with fog, black ice and intermittent meteor showers. At least I took solace knowing that it was probably not the North Korean satellite that is reportedly tumbling out of control.

I am awestruck by such sights. Not the North Koreans firing multi-staged rockets into space, but flaming pieces of stone originating from who knows where in a vast universe that men will never totally understand. Still, there are many who insist that our planet earth, by happenstance, ended up at precisely the right spot in the universe that would keep it from either burning to a crisp or become a dead chunk of ice.

There are scientists out there, some of them at American universities, who theorize that our universe might just be a computer simulation. Wonder what that does to the Darwin worshippers? Probably nothing. They willingly glom on to any theory. Problem is their scientific curiosity ends right at the point where one might wonder that if we are a simulation, who wrote the computer program? Oh. I know! I Know! Ancient aliens. Saw it on the History Channel. I think it was right after one of those programs debunking Biblical myths.

Flaming stars in the night sky always give me one of those peaceful feelings that I am unable to explain. I was still feeling that when I heard about the school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. There are twenty new Angels in Heaven. Innocent babes, everyone, lovingly embraced by the One God and creator of the universe. May He wrap his arms around the grieving families and provide them with the peace that only He can provide.

In our country, known throughout this world as the largest Christian nation, for decades the Godless left has been at war with Christianity. Sadly, most Christians have remained passive. It always bubbles up at this time of year. All of the nattering is about the war on Christmas. I become nauseated at those, especially media types, who twist themselves into contorted messes trying to keep from saying the word Christmas. Stores will not use the word anywhere. Cashiers will not wish it to you for fear that the anti-Christmas cops will swoop down on them. But, if you wish it first it is usually met with a cheerful reply. Try it. We get all wrapped up in Christmas and lose sight of the fact that the war is on Christ and Christianity. You will notice that there are no attacks on Easter, because they successfully turned that into chocolate bunny day. No, this is about a war to remove Christianity from this country and completely destroy our cultural foundation.

I remember saying the Lord’s Prayer in school. No school child in America today, except for those attending private Christian Schools can say that. Unless they hid and did it silently.

But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” – Luke 18: 16-17 (NIV)

And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to stumble! Such things must come, but woe to the person through whom they come! – Matthew 18:5-7 (NIV)

The war on Christianity began in earnest when the atheists managed to remove prayer from schools. Then not too many years after, men said that women could choose to kill their unborn children. Many, many millions have made the choice to commit that act.

I do not know who amongst my readers have strong Christian beliefs. Some do, I know. They are familiar with Romans 1. Please go read it and contemplate it.

When a young man is raised in a Godless society, given heavy doses of violent computer games in place of a Christian foundation and sees daily glorification of immorality on television, on the Internet from which he is never unplugged and in the movies he watches, it is no wonder that something like Newtown happens? It is not the guns. It is the moral breakdown of our society. There is only one way to fix it.

As the Bible promises, if we choose evil God will let us be consumed by it. If we turn back toward Him and choose good, he will keep evil from us.

© 2012

American Journal December 9, 2012

Today is the second Sunday of Advent. As sometimes happens, my mind wandered a little during our Pastor’s sermon. When that happens, it is usually because he makes a point that hits home and my mind dwells on it. I conclude that I may have missed some other points of the message, but maybe the one that started me thinking was the one I was supposed to hear and contemplate.

Friday night, it was rainy, cool and rather dreary for my drive home. Except for being a few degrees warmer, it was much like a December evening four years ago. That night I was seriously injured in an accident that could have taken my life. I still drive over the same bridge that was flash frozen by a freakish rain shower after being exposed to sub-freezing temperatures for more than a week. I drive by the same roadside bar at a little past five where the parking lot is typically filled with pick-up trucks. I drive the same stretch of road almost daily and the only thing changing is the seasons. Those people stopping off at the bar after work have not changed much. I have not changed much except I do try to be more contemplative and sometimes more inquisitive – and a little more cognizant of the environment when I am driving. To my knowledge, I do not have an attention deficit disorder, but spoken thoughts from others often send my mind on journeys it otherwise might not have taken. Sometimes that is good, sometimes not.

The Pastor’s sermon asked if we were prepared for Christmas. His broader question, are we prepared as Christians? Are we prepared for the inevitability that someday this ends? The Mayans and pagans believe that happens in a few days. They are preparing by hoarding and digging deeper bunkers. If the world is ending, will any of that help? There is only one preparation needed. Get your heart in the right place.

Have you ever thought about how to destroy something? Whether it is a person, a building, or a nation you must weaken what holds it together. Take out its foundation then watch it crumble. We are watching it happen to our country.

To take down a country, you must take down what is most important – what stands as the strongest barrier to those who want to see the country fundamentally transformed. Our country was founded on Judeo-Christian values and principles. There is no cogent argument against that. Our founders warned us that our Constitutional Republic will only work for a moral people.

Our country has been at war with God for many years and at this time each year it renews in vigor. The only religion attacked by atheists and their judicial enablers is Christianity. They do not attack Islam, Buddhists, Druids, Wiccans, Scientology and you name it. Why? Because none of those underpin or are ingrained in American culture as is Christianity. It is the rock on which our foundation rests. It is what stands opposed to those old social things like killing unborn children and sexual immorality. Conquering America requires conquering Christianity.

Christians need to be a little bit bolder. It is as simple as wishing someone a Merry Christmas without wondering if it they may not want to hear the word. For every Christian, it is Christmas. It is the day that we celebrate the birth of Jesus. And that was part of the Pastor’s point… I think. Do not get so wrapped up in the manmade trappings of the “holiday” or the culture of political correctness and feigned offense at hearing the word that you forget about the birth of Christ. The reason for the season.

You do not have to be an in your face type of person, but also you should not be a closet Christian. Let the atheists do what they do. They cannot remove what is written on your heart. Find a food pantry and donate. Find a good charity and donate. Help others with your contributions while at the same time depriving a mostly Godless communist dominated government of some of your tax dollars.

Then try this. On Christmas Eve, gather your family and attend a candlelight Christmas Eve service. When your candle is lit from the flame that originated with the lighting of the Christ candle, the sanctuary lights are lowered, and the congregation sings Silent Night feel and embrace the peace. Then, in your heart, you will know. And no man can take that from you. Or from our country for it is written on the heart of our national soul.

Merry Christmas.

© 2012

American Journal December 2, 2012

Our national malady is that plain factual truth bores most Americans. Many ideologies cannot withstand the light of truth. Communism is just one. It is a dangerous one.

We have become a reality television society. If there was a news source that provided just the facts and the news, most would neither watch it, listen to it, nor read it. The news has to entertain us more than inform us. Like reality television, it has to provoke emotion. It has to sensationalize. To perpetuate an ideology, it must elevate manufactured problems into crises. Real crises then are downplayed or outright ignored to protect the guilty or preserve the ideological direction. Benghazi? Did something happen in Benghazi? It must make the fiscal cliff more dangerous than the communists who brought us to its edge. It has to provide some one or some group on which blame can be laid for what ails us – even for what ails us personally. So we migrate to the information source that fits well with our personal ideology, no matter what is true, and meets our personal and now national need to place blame rather than solve problems. Then we pound one another into the ground and the media is the weapon of choice. The new American way?

This is why the communists invent straw men villains – the evil 1%, racists, homophobes, sexists, etc. – and then go to war defending willing victims from the straw men hoards. How can we possibly stand by why evil people take free condoms away from Sandra Fluke? The invented victims of the straw men happily, yet blindly follow their communist saviors. Saviors who are leading them to a place much hotter than the utopia sold them. The invented victims never take responsibility for their predicament. It was the evil 1% that impregnated them, left them unwed, uneducated, and living on public assistance. The mythical evil 1% built their wealth on the backs of the manufactured victims who never worked a single day, paid a penny in taxes, produced anything of value or otherwise made any contribution to our country. How does that work? Amazingly, it is the communist fraction of Americans, the real evil 1% that is doing the damage to our country – well their country now – and absolutely destroying the part of this country they most claim to defend. The once strong and self-reliant American middle class. This is the dangerously psychotic thinking that is in charge of America today. It is evil on steroids. It cannot be defeated in Washington. Washington built it. The mainstream American media is its buttress. It must be challenged and defeated by the man in the mirror.

“He is a Communist without question promoting the Communist Manifesto without calling it so. How shrewd he is in America. His cult of personality mesmerizes those who cannot go beyond their ignorance. They will continue to follow him like those fools who still praise Lenin and Stalin in Russia. Obama’s fools and Stalin’s fools share the same drink of illusion.” – Pravda – the former voice of the Communist Party in the Soviet Union

Go read the article. It is a warning cry to closed American eyes and ears from the mouths of the people who endured Communists and the horrors of Communism. We used to laugh at what appeared in Pravda because it was communist propaganda and we knew it was. We were not informed enough to question our own media. Under our watch, the American media has done more damage to freedom than any other element of our society. Not through their exercise of free speech or the free press, but through their choice and willingness to spread liberal-progressive-communist propaganda that has over many years saturated the gullible American mind and brought us to the point of ending the last free place on earth.

With a true honest and free American press, the communists running our country would instead be fast and furiously running for the borders.

© 2012