American Journal December 29 2013 What will be your legacy?

In the span of human history, the life of an individual is less than an eye blink. During that time, as small as it is, a person can have a tremendous impact. History will remember you as good or evil or not at all. One must wonder about his or her legacy. Will I be remembered beyond my generation? Or not at all. And if remembered, will it be for doing good or evil?

The American political system is in shambles. Not because it is a bad system, but because it is filled from top to bottom with corrupt people. Our founders provided us a template then told us it would only work for a moral and law abiding people. Americans filled our government, not with representative constitutionalists, but with the Scotch and cigars crowd of Communists, progressives, socialists, radical liberals, and big government establishment politicians. The politicians cannot save our country because to do so would necessitate dismantling years of their political shenanigans that have brought us to the eve of destruction.

Americans? We can save our country or we can stand by and watch it disintegrate. In my 6th decade of life on this planet, I want my Granddaughters to inherit what I did. Freedom and the greatest country that God ever blessed. When the time comes, and it will sooner rather than later, that Americans fill the streets of our nation’s capitol city and demand the tyrants leave. I will be there.

What will be your legacy?

Largely, I have lost interest in the news of the day. No matter its source, it has become a wholly ideological and political spectacle. News is reported in the legacy media only when it leans toward preconceived notions about how things are or should be. The news media, and trying to decide what is actually news and what is commentary is challenging, no longer reports stories. Instead, it sets out to steer the conversation and tone. Be the story, embellish and sensationalize the story, but rarely report the story. Just as rarely does it provide good information to a gullible American public with precious little time to root out facts for itself. Because of the conduct of the legacy media, one of America’s most precious freedoms, that of a free press, is being forfeit.

Wherever America finds itself in the coming years, it will hold the media accountable. Or, it will give the media due credit for the proper performance as freedom’s watchdog. If the media continues along its current path of destruction – of individuals, of businesses, of political opposition, of freedom itself – the media will suffer the same consequences as the tyrants it upholds. And, if the controlling legacy media gets its way it will have lost the freedom it misused to destroy a nation. Then, it will report only as dear leader’s disciples direct – as many of them now do voluntarily.

If you are one who supposedly reports the news to Americans via a free press, what will be your legacy?

In America, we are in a cultural war. The outcome will determine the fate of our country. Period. If you are Christian and you speak about what you believe as a Christian, you are immediately labeled a bigot and the vocal intolerant set out to destroy you. Americans have been intimidated by those who believe one should make sex the center of life. Christians believe that their lives should be Christ centered and that simply does not rest well in cultural circles where good and evil have become interchangeable. Christianity is under attack across the world. Here in America its attackers have not resorted to murder and destruction of Churches – yet, but they have destroyed lives and businesses all the same. All in the name of tolerance. They are anti-Christian bigots and nothing makes them angrier than a Christian not afraid to speak his mind. That is why all Christians must stand now and say enough is enough. Pray where and when you want to pray. Call evil for what it is. Win the culture war or your legacy will be that you stood by while the light was turned out on the world’s last beacon of hope.

What will be your legacy?

©2013

American Journal December 16 2013 Merry Christmas

We all have a Christmas stories. They reside in our memories and hearts. Some of them are as fictitious as a fisherman’s tale about the one that got away, but all of us have some stories. We have them just as sure as, “Old Marley was as dead as door-nail.” Take time this year to revisit the original. The one true and enduring Christmas story. The one some would just as soon be wiped clean from our hearts. Do yourself, your children, and your grandchildren a great service this year. Before sharing your tales of Christmas lore, share with them the original.

In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”

Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, 3and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”

“How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”

The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. For no word from God will ever fail.”

“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her. – Luke 1:26-38 …

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

By my best recollection, it was around the Christmas of 1962. I wanted a sled. I knew the chances of getting one were not good. Even at the ripe old age of 10, I knew there probably was not money enough. Other boys had them. The nice ones I had seen at the Coal Company Store. But costly things like bicycles and sleds never turned up around our house at Christmas time. I reckoned even Santa did not deliver COD.

We lived up a hollow (holler if you are from these parts) in southern West Virginia’s Wyoming County. Locally, we called it Skin Fork. The road winding up from the mouth of the hollow was quite steep. In those days, it was still a hard packed dirt road. In winter, school snow days were common if you lived up the holler. Cinder trucks that cindered the main hard roads did not bother coming up our way. This was fine with us kids because the road and lack of traffic on it made for a great sled run. That is if one had a sled or could manage a turn on someone else’s. There was always the thrill of blasting down the pasture hill uncontrollably on a sheet of roofing tin, along with several other boys, always having to bail out just before catastrophe – like the barbed wire fence at the end of the pasture just before the creek.

It was the week before Christmas, and my Dad had been out back in the little smoke house tinkering much of the day. This was common for Dad as he was never one to sit still. Idleness was not one of his attributes. After a while, he called out, “Davidson.” He called me that sometimes and I will never know why. I went to see what he wanted. I expected maybe he wanted me to bring him some coffee that was always warming on the corner of Mom’s wood burning cook stove. The one she preferred to the electric one that sat in the other corner of the kitchen.

When I got back to where Dad was, he pointed to something sitting on the floor of the smoke house and said, “There you go.” It was a sled. Now it was not a store bought one, at least not this time around. Dad had found, from who knows where, a metal sled frame and runners. He had cleaned the runners until they were smooth and shiny and had replaced all of the wood including the steering bar.

I thanked Dad and immediately headed for the road that was currently a sled run where others were riding their shiny new Coal Company Store sleds down the hill. I garnered a few snickers, but I did not care. I had my own sled to ride this time. We were lined up about five abreast. Someone suggested we should have a race. I will not delve into his motives. Someone yelled go and we went. I pushed with several swimming like strokes to get going, grabbed the steering bar and put my head down. Glancing right and left, I began to notice that I was inching ahead. Then in a steeper section of the run I shot ahead like I was fired out of a cannon. I was looking backwards and feeling great just when I missed the turn at the bottom of the hill and headed for the creek. Frozen jeans and all, I went back up that hill time and again. I do not even remember what I got for Christmas that year, but I remember that sled and my Dad.

Most of that story is true.

From my family to yours, have a Blessed Christmas and may your dreams be realized in the New Year.

© 2013

American Journal December 2 2013 Knockout Friday

In the United States of America, we have much for which to be thankful. At the top of the list is that we were blessed with birth in this country where freedom and the pursuit of happiness come with a written lifetime guarantee as do our other freedoms – speech, religion, press…. A guarantee our leaders are obligated to abide or we the people are obligated to demand they spend more time with their friends and family. American born means you can count yourself among a very tiny percentage of humankind who has ever known true freedom. You were born in the only country in this world where freedom is a promise taken from God and engraved in the law of the land.

Our first President declared that a day should be set aside to give thanks to God for the blessings he has showered upon this nation. Even in our nation’s infancy he realized that. Our sixteenth President made it a national observance. A day set aside for a nation to give due thanks to our Creator for the good we have.

As a nation, we seem to have lost track of what it is we should be thankful for. Either that or the times have passed me by. I still listen to music from the 1950s and 60s. Songs with actual melodies and lyrics one can understand, as is living in a world of moral black and white rather than one of moral gray, are certainly passé.

Instead of being thankful for our freedom and euphoric that we have something that most humankind still does not along with abundance and prosperity, we are more excited about the arrival of black Friday. Although named for the day that stores move from being in the financial red, to showing a profit – the financial black it is aptly named as the day that brings out the dark side of many free Americans. Whatever we call it, we appear to be more thankful for the ultimate display of materialism than any old abstract thought of freedom and God’s blessings. Our spiritual side is suffering neglect. So is our national character.

On black Friday, the worst in us came out – again. Punches were thrown, Tasers used, people trampled, Salvation Army kettles stolen, and outright brawls. Americans. Willing to do bodily harm to one another to get a cheap flat screen television or a video game box. Or, so morally deficient they are willing to steal money that will be turned into food, clothing and other life necessities for people who need them. Is this a grand display of our new national character? My wife watches television streamed in from Korea. That is how she keeps abreast of the news in her home country. Their international news segments were happy and maybe a bit perplexed to point out our black Friday shenanigans. A country with so much has people brawling in department store aisle ways for televisions. The world watches us and likely concludes if this is what freedom looks like maybe they do not want freedom American style.

Truthfully, as I read some of the news accounts of black Friday mayhem I became confused about whether I was reading about rabid shoppers or the new “game” spreading around our nation’s cities. Its players call it the knockout game. It is where packs of cowards roaming the streets sucker punch unsuspecting passersby intending to show they can knock someone out with one punch. Some people have been seriously injured in these assaults. Some have died. The “game” will continue until some vigilant citizen changes the name of it into the shoot a punk in the face game. Then the media, who have effectively hidden this story from Americans, will not tell us about the knock out punks and their dangerous game. The will talk about the evil of guns.

“America is great because she is good. If America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.” – Alexis de Tocqueville

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. – Isaiah 5:20

Since Eve picked fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, we arrive into this world knowing the difference between the two. America has been a great nation because throughout our history we have sought to do good and where we as a nation we were not doing good we changed our ways to do what is good.

In America, unfortunately, materialism often trumps. Just look around. To some degree all of us suffer it. In America, Christianity is becoming evil because it does not embrace such things as sexual immorality and killing unborn children. The opposite view is called good because it acknowledges a new man-given right to pursue those things. We willingly punch someone in the face and wrestle the last flat screen television away from them. A television that will stop working in a year or two, but we seem just as willing to lose our gift of freedom without a struggle.

With Thanksgiving past, we will now see what many call the unrelenting war on Christmas. The war is not on Christmas. It never was. The war is on Christ, Christians, and Christianity. Knockout Friday and the state of America in general is a view of post-Christian America. It is the example of the war on good.

God has blessed our nation. Will we cease to be the good nation He has blessed?

© 2013