The Light

It was so dark he couldn’t see his hand even if he held it in front of his face. At first he hadn’t noticed the gradual encroachment. It was a bit misty, perhaps. Maybe exceptionally cloudy. It was possible he needed his eyes checked. No one believes a lie as easily as the one telling it, but with time his excuses started sounding false even to him. It was dark everywhere lately, and he recalled a place he could get a light to break a path so he at least wouldn’t trip. His grandmother had told him about it – the light – when he was young enough to believe such things existed, and where to find it. He hadn’t given it much thought until now. But now? Now it was all he could think of!

He counted. .7..8..9..10. Ten steps from the base of the storm cellar. He felt around. Brushing through spiderwebs and – eech – surely that was a spider that just ran across the top of his hand – dust, he persevered. Ah! At the back of the second shelf from the top there was something small and about the size he remembered from those years ago. He picked it up. It was a little bigger than an ink pen. He moved his fingers around it until he found what felt like a switch and slid it up with his thumb. Light! A burden he hadn’t known he’d been carrying fell from his body as he looked around the small room. Yes! There. Old canned goods. Metal cans of Folgers. A stack of old wool army blankets. Some matches. He held the light close to them. They looked dry. At that moment the little storm cellar felt like paradise.

After two days of selfish possession there, his conscience tweaked him. The thought of exiting the storm cellar made him a bit nauseous. But, he chided himself, he must. He had friends, even family, who would benefit. And the town just a mile from where he was? They would be thrilled with such an invention! So, too, the towns beyond. But the dark! He dreaded it.

Holding tightly to the light, he set out; first shining it at his feet, then just ahead. And so he made his way to a neighbor’s house at the half mile mark. He wondered if he should knock at the door or call from the yard. What could he do if they tried to wrest it from his grip and hoard it for themselves?! He would not part with the light. No, indeed! He would do whatever necessary to keep it, that was for certain. He needn’t have worried, though, for when his foot stepped on the edge of their property, a light ignited within the house. What? He guessed he didn’t need to stop after all. He approached his sister’s home just a quarter mile ahead. And – another light?! It appeared he hadn’t needed to make this trip in the heavy dark. Still, dark enveloped the town ahead and he continued on. And each time his foot touched a property, a light flickered on in the building it held; sometimes two, sometimes more.

It occurred to him there was a peculiar power in the light he carried that he had not before understood nor even imagined, and that by simply making his minimal effort to bring them the light, a light appeared to them without his further effort.

Soon the town was alight and the darkness seemed to recede.

He plodded on into the suffocating dark ahead. And it happened as before. One step on the property and a light flickered on; house after house, business after business. Somewhere near what he imagined would be the break of dawn except for the forbidding dark, he turned and looked back to where he’d walked. Light! Lights in buildings and on streets! People were venturing out into the glorious open spaces! Over his shoulder a line of darkness still fell. But he knew now that it would yield. Energized, he turned toward it and walked on.

 

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A Piece of the Puzzle (A Quick Hello on Rumble and Bitchute)

We all feel like a small piece of a very big puzzle from time to time. It’s true! During the reign of King Josiah of the Old Testament, a prophetess named Huldah was instrumental in doing her part to help the wayward nation of Israel move back toward honoring God’s law. Her name might not be well-known, but her part was important in purifying Israel under King Josiah. You might have a small part in this time in history, but it is nevertheless important. Speak truth.

Veer Right

One day off. That’s all he wanted. Just a day to roam away from the drudgery of daily discipline. He didn’t have many such days. He was dependable and so was his schedule. His fine reputation was, in part, due to keeping commitments he made whether they made sense or not. He sighed. He was tired of commitments. Well he had none today! This would be a treat! He would RELAX. He decided to take an unfamiliar road out of town and came to a five-booth restaurant in a tiny town where he stopped, made small talk with the only other customer, and got a cup of coffee to go.

He was on the road in no time and looked at the scribbles on the paper next to him. The written directions said to veer right, but there was no right – only straight and a left turn that became a frontage road. He shrugged and kept going straight.

Twenty minutes found him with the choice of a dead end or a sharp left onto a gravel road. He took the left turn. It wasn’t a bad road. He just knew it wasn’t the right road. A stray piece of gravel kicked up and made a tiny chip in his windshield. He leaned closer to peer at it, and in doing so, unintentionally veered toward the ditch, but pulled his car back in the nick of time. Turning back may have been prudent, but he’d committed back when he didn’t veer right because there was no veer right to veer. The road turned into blacktop and led to a mid-sized city.

A glass building with an attached outdoor cafe caught his eye, so he pulled into the nearest parking spot. Why not? He was getting hungry. It was close to 11:00. Close enough. As he was finishing his corned beef and swiss on rye, an eerie sound, low and wavering and unyielding emitted from a sewer grate in the street near where he sat. A few customers ignored it and a few others paid and quickly left.

As he drove away, a deafening explosion followed him. The rearview mirror showed light gray billows of smoke. Steam vapor from unseen vents? An explosion of an old boiler? He increased his acceleration and found himself at a roundabout. He hated those things, but took it as a sign.

His reversed course led him back to the original road. He parked alongside the curb, got out and examined the spot. Okay. He had to admit there was a slight road to the right, but it was nearly overgrown by weeds. He excused himself his original choice. It was understandable why he hadn’t noticed it!

A sudden slap on his back made him jump.

“Hey there, buddy! Did you find the place I told you about? Glorious as all get out! My favorite is the waterfall. Boy howdy does it make noise!”

“Noise?” His ears still buzzed from before.

His acquaintance peered at him more closely. “Guys like you should take a break every now and again. You don’t look so good. You must be hungry. There’s a cute little diner back in town. Just take your first left.” He paused and pointed. “You should get that chip in your windshield fixed. Stan’s auto is two doors down from the diner.”

The man thanked him and got back in his car. A day wasted, a damaged eardrum, and a slight case of dyspepsia. Next time he told himself he should keep going because he’d already committed, he’d slap himself silly and veer even if there was no veer to veer.

In fact . . .  He looked at his watch, started his car, and veered right.

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The Company of the Impossible

People are of two minds during this season of what now. One segment is able to pretty much ignore much of the weirdness invading the every day; things such as institutions most of us have trusted in the past claiming opposing things. (This, fellow traveler, is called talking out of both sides of your mouth.)*  The happy folks belonging to this group don’t anticipate any significant collapse of our banking system and, while they’ve noticed the cost of groceries has increased, figure things will eventually change back to normal.

The other segment has begun to recognize unsettling patterns. They do what they can to keep their attitude positive, but see that an abnormal number of fires destroying food plants, unfortunately-located rail explosions, inexplicable fires, and things like – oh -let’s say bridge collapses are not only increasing, but also curiously explained away without proper investigations. Of course it was an accident. The idea that anything like fifth generation warfare is taking place on American soil is out of the question. Just ask Reuters. Or Google. Or the AP. Or (your favorite propaganda news station here). This group of folks wants to say something about it and might even do so, but are often shut down with a label (you know the one).

But there is a third small population of people who believe the source of chaos rests not only in the physical and certainly political, but in the spiritual. They believe the things we witness daily now are part of the battle between good and evil. They also believe not only in miracles, but that they, themselves, might be able to do something to bring them about during this time when miracles are desperately needed. This narrow slice of society is comprised of the bravely bizarre. One of them, for instance, talked a mortician into allowing him to pray over his deceased family member for over an hour – thinking his prayers and commands could bring him to life. They didn’t. But, I confidently add, they could have. If you doubt that, you are forgetting some of your New Testament.

One of them prayed and commanded healing over probably a hundred or more people until one day one was healed. And then another. And another.

One of them had taken a wrong turn down a dark, narrow street and was suddenly hemmed in by the car in front of her stopping. The car had young men in both the front and back seats. Its abrupt halt was clearly intended. There was nothing and no one else around. There was no way to pass it. Remaining stopped behind them spelled certain trouble. But upon praying, her car was now in front of the nefarious group of thugs where she could hasten to a more populated street. Would you like to know more about that? Because it was me in that car with my four young children. I knew there was no way to get around them, but I maneuvered around their car to what I thought would be a sidewalk, and we were suddenly in front of it. No bump of a curb, not even a visual pass. The point is that I did my little impossible part and God did the rest with a different kind of transport-ation.

(It is at this point in the post where I think – don’t lead people down the wrong path. There are all sorts of people offering magic and new age and craziness to those who are ready to grasp at anything. To clarify: the Holy Bible isn’t that. Don’t just be based. Be Bible-based.)

If you are part of this small company you might be afraid you’ll be embarrassed to try something and fail, you won’t fit in and people will talk about you should you reveal your true beliefs and maybe even experiences. You know what I say? Let them talk! It’s the devil that wants you silenced.

We, after all, are made in God’s image: the God who created the world with a word. We say we believe what we read in the Bible. We read about the sun standing still, about the lame, blind, deaf, and mute being healed, about transport, about speaking in a language you don’t actually know, about raising someone from the dead. We read about people doing these things. We say we believe it. But we relegate these events to a certain time and certain people. Not us. Not now. Why? Did God withdraw His power?

In this dreadful time in history, we are watching a thousands year old satanic cult have its way in the world and in our dear nation. Every week we discover someone else has aligned themselves with it. They aren’t playing games. They are in it to win it. It’s time to stop watching. It’s time to start understanding that we – you and I – can slay dragons. We can call out healing. We can take on Goliath. The difference between David and the whole Israeli army was that he was offended for the sake of God and disgusted that everyone was backing down.

Then said David to the Philistine, You come to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, who you have defied.

If you choose to be part of this group – people who actually believe the Bible and who count themselves as disciples – you are in good company. You are in perfect company. For two thousand years ago there was a plan to save the entire world – not just through space, but also through time. Of course they wanted Him dead. But in their arrogance they missed the power of God Almighty and His Son, Jesus. Don’t make that mistake.

Let’s meet at the cross, wait two days, and then GO.

*History offers plenty of examples so what’s different this time? Good point. Maybe we should ask the thousands who died from a recent bioweapon and multitudes more who died or were injured from the injection purported to help.; Image: pexels-joagbriel-1753922-scaled.jpg; I Samuel 17:45; cross-sunset-humility-devotion-161089.jpeg; 17041243732_7619819836_b-tpswww.flickr.comphotoscoconutphotos17041243732.jpg

Our Lives, Our Fortunes, Our Sacred Honor

In Congress, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.


Georgia

Button Gwinnett

Lyman Hall

George Walton

 

North Carolina

William Hooper

Joseph Hewes

John Penn

 

South Carolina

Edward Rutledge

Thomas Heyward, Jr.

Thomas Lynch, Jr.

Arthur Middleton

 

Massachusetts

John Hancock

Maryland

Samuel Chase

William Paca

Thomas Stone

Charles Carroll of Carrollton

 

Virginia

George Wythe

Richard Henry Lee

Thomas Jefferson

Benjamin Harrison

Thomas Nelson, Jr.

Francis Lightfoot Lee

Carter Braxton

 

Pennsylvania

Robert Morris

Benjamin Rush

Benjamin Franklin

John Morton

George Clymer

James Smith

George Taylor

James Wilson

George Ross

Delaware

Caesar Rodney

George Read

Thomas McKean

 

New York

William Floyd

Philip Livingston

Francis Lewis

Lewis Morris

 

New Jersey

Richard Stockton

John Witherspoon

Francis Hopkinson

John Hart

Abraham Clark

 

New Hampshire

Josiah Bartlett

William Whipple

 

Massachusetts

Samuel Adams

John Adams

Robert Treat Paine

Elbridge Gerry

 

Rhode Island

Stephen Hopkins

William Ellery

 

Connecticut

Roger Sherman

Samuel Huntington

William Williams

Oliver Wolcott

 

New Hampshire

Matthew Thornton

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The Goat

In our effort to demonstrate “charity toward all” (stated in Abraham Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address), we’ve run off the road, into the ditch, through a culvert, and into a slough, mired down in quicksand. We’ve considered freedom of speech to extend to perversion and the right to mislead our youth into a morass of perversions heretofore unimagined. How? How did love become hate labeled as love?

It seems to me we haven’t taken God seriously nor have we thought it important to stand firm, sword of the Spirit in hand. Rather, we’ve figured God was in His heaven, all was right with the world, and we didn’t need to worry too much about battles in the spiritual or physical. We imagined the idols of the Old Testament as something that distracts us; something like food or money or social media rather than actual statues of Moloch, Baal, and Ishtar (Starbucks, anyone?).

But did you know there’s a Baphomet at the Arkansas State Capitol Building – or at least there was in 2018? Michigan and Iowa followed suit. Recently the statue called “Witness” using the shape of a goat horns on its head was installed at the University of Houston in Texas. A gold statue honoring abortion! Imagine that. You don’t have to imagine anything when you understand that abortions are a form of child sacrifice. But someone cleaned up the language, sold it as compassion, and we approved the despicable. Baphomet is an idol of a goat – a hermaphrodite goat. (Allow me to point you back to the aforementioned morass of perversions.) It’s used in idolatrous worship. It’s interesting to find the azazel goat, the goat carrying sin out into the desert described in Leviticus 16, embraced. Our culture encourages us to do just that: embrace the sin. Lookee there! We’re already finding an answer to the question posed in my first paragraph.

The first time I heard the term GOAT (greatest of all time) used for a football game , I wondered why they came up with that anacronym. After all, it’s not true. For us to designate a most valuable player, for instance, “greatest of all time” and then to use that term again and yet again erases its meaning. Of all time precludes multiple times. Who decided to slip goat into sports? You think that’s a crazy statement? Pay closer attention. Satan plays the long game. If he doesn’t get you to sell your soul to him like Katy Perry and Bob Dillon or more people than we want to imagine did, he’ll wait for your children or grandchildren. He’ll familiarize you with words and pictures until they seem innocuous.

And Lucifer has his grip on the entertainment industry that has been willingly used as a tool. Who doesn’t love a catchy tune with memorable lyrics? Or a riveting movie? The entertainment industry has been useful – very useful – extremely useful in slowly changing attitudes and perspectives. In the words of Curtis Bowers, we are being entertained to death. And the victims aren’t limited to those simply watching entertainment. Just ask Ryan Garcia.

The azazel goat didn’t go out into the desert this time. It is walking around all over the place. Our schools, libraries, business, entertainment, media, and yes, even some churches are embracing sin in order to show love. But it’s not love. It’s hate with a love label. Telling a child to undergo surgery to purportedly change his or her sex, won’t change their sex. It will just deform them. Telling someone who has been lonely or abused or just plain confused that they can live a contented life as a homosexual isn’t love. Have you read Revelation 22 or I Corinthians 6 lately? Truth can prick both the hearer and the person speaking it, but it’s a lot less harsh than letting them burn. Encouraging people to embrace Jesus is far more loving than leaving them to perish.

Conservatives and, perhaps more to the point, Christians face a choice: whether to reclaim civilization and base its laws on objective, absolute moral good or to kid themselves that they’re making a shrewd compromise while everything they hold dear is suppressed, shattered, and stripped away. Liberty is a fine thing, but it’s not something the ideologies antithetical to the West do or will respect. They will use it to seek and gain ascendancy and then pry it from the cold, dead fingers of the fools they conquer. Unless someone stands up against them.

The GOAT? Those who embrace that path will end up in the desert eventually. Until then, and at personal risk, we each must pick a lane. We must demonstrate real charity, real love, and not the false version that purports to be truer than the real thing.

https://billofrightsinstitute.org/activities/handout-a-abraham-lincolns-second-inaugural-address; verse of poetry Pippa Passes by Robert Browning; https://www.mercurynews.com/2018/08/17/a-satanic-idols-long-road-to-arkansas/ ; https://spectator.org/which-way-western-man-satanic-idols-or-christian-morality/ ; https://texasrighttolife.com/satanic-abortion-statue-coming-to-houston-february-28/ ;  https://rumble.com/v4hlzmw-conversations-that-matter-communists-using-music-and-entertainment-to-subve.html ; Image: robin-gaillot-drevon-qRnh-zosks4-unsplash.jpg; https://www.britannica.com/topic/Baphomet ;https://www.crosswalk.com/faith/bible-study/why-satan-shows-up-as-a-goat-in-scripture.html; https://youtu.be/DL2-j42L_hs?si=b-e1LmaSwrM5njnG; https://youtu.be/jNn72qnp6kI?si=fs2vCs-kHxeXFd10

All The Precious Things

There it was: a little cottage at the edge of three acres of meadow backed up near an endless wood. He hadn’t been there in forever. It had existed around the edges of his consciousness, but he was very good at ignoring those kinds of things.

On a February morning he’d decided to throw together a backpack and see what a free weekend would bring. That he found himself there wasn’t altogether a surprise, though at first it took him back a bit. Without his reasoned and logical permission, his feet had wandered where his soul longed to be.

He gained the entrance easily enough though the dead grasses of winter were still high. The door creaked a bit. Dust mixed with melting snow under his feet, and a tiny pinecone skittered across the floor when the bottom of the door bumped it.

He inhaled deeply as he looked around the room. It smelled musty, but felt like home. The fireplace still held a copper pot, now a greenish hue from oxidation, over the grate. Two chairs held conversation on either side, a small table by each. On one of the tables was an open Bible. He blew the dust from it and sneezed. He peered more closely. John 3:16. Of course. Her love of beauty had always mixed with what was basic and practical. But his love hadn’t been anywhere near what hers had been and she’d left; and without her the cottage seemed to lose its light.

He wandered into the bedroom. Nothing had changed. A heavy quilt of autumn’s colors covered the brass bed. He looked in the closet. Oh! So she had been back! A denim jacket hung alone while a small pair of boots rested on the floor underneath. He hurried over to the dresser drawers. Their emptiness pricked him.

His stomach growled and he went to the kitchen. Pots, pans, plates – all there. He pulled some jerky out of his backpack, sat at the table, and allowed his memory to meander over time. He thought back, finally allowing himself to acknowledge what he missed and his own selfish part in losing the best part of his life.

They’d met in high school, dreamed their dreams, married and planned. She’d done her utmost to make their life together full and beautiful. She had a way of making the ordinary delightful. No one could coax laughter from him like she could. He missed the stories she told from the day’s ordeals and discoveries. He missed the scent of her hair, her touch, her barely perceptible intake of breath when she was startled, the soft sound of her voice. He missed their promises to each other. One, a crazy one actually, was that if for some inexplicable reason they were parted, they would move heaven and earth to find each other on Valentine’s Day. At the time he hadn’t given much thought to any of it.

He hadn’t noticed when, but pretty soon she’d stopped; stopped the stories, the beauty, the laughter. And one day when he’d returned from some seemingly important adventure, she wasn’t there. He’d waited. Days. Weeks. He’d straightened things he habitually left strewn around. He’d chopped more wood and done some tasks she’d given up asking him to do. He’d even prayed a little, certain it wouldn’t make a difference. After another month, he left, too. He went to the city and learned the gratification of money and importance.

Sitting alone in the forgotten cottage holding memories he’d pushed away, at last he admitted to himself the pointlessness of it all. And, for the first time in years, tears flowed. He held his head in his hands and bawled like a baby. For the first time, he acknowledged all the precious things. And they were more unseen than seen. Described with words, but untouchable. Loved and treasured, but not stored. Suddenly his weeping stopped. A sound. Familiar. Missed.

Her barely perceptible intake of breath.

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Sticks and Stones . . .

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me is a children’s rhyme from the first half of the 1800’s. I remember chanting it as a kid. Maybe you do, too. But now we find ourselves in a time when the meaning of words is changing and, I believe, changing in order to confuse and, well, hurt. How in the world could a word hurt you? Just picture a stop sign that changes its word to go.

Actions stem from beliefs which stem from conclusions. Let’s consider for a minute the way people reach a logical conclusion about something. (If one of you says you just go with what everyone else thinks, I’m going to need an aspirin.) First, a word is needed, and words fit together to form a sentence which is strung together with other sentences in a paragraph. Grammar is what we call the study of meanings of words and how to use them in a way that is commonly understood.

On the way to reaching our conclusion, we consider words in light of other facts and truth that we know. We use logic to do so. (Some people say there is both objective and subjective logic, which is like saying my truth and your truth. It muddles fact and truth with opinion or perspective. Please don’t do that.) In our analysis, we look for context. For instance, sometimes a word means one thing and when used another way or in light of other sentences it means something else.

Once we’ve reached our logical conclusion, we might tell someone else about it. Or write about it. Or even preach about it. The fancy word for this is rhetoric. When people disagree with someone, they might even be dismissive of them by saying something like It’s just rhetoric, with the intention of insinuating that their words are just speech without substance.

So now that we have listed the three things necessary for reasoning (grammar, logic, and rhetoric), we should be able to reach a fairly logical conclusion. Those of you who prefer technology to pen and paper, think of a computer program. I’m not familiar with that sort of thing, but it has a language of its own, doesn’t it? You can recognize whether a pattern fits or not. Likewise, we make an effort to see whether something is logical by noticing a pattern and whether something is out of order in the rhetoric. Ah! There’s a bug there! It deserves a closer look to see if something is wrong! (Another “bug” would be if, in our analysis, we consider words in light of errant facts we believe to be true but are not. Or – horrors! – if we’ve been misled to believe something to be true when it isn’t, and depend on that as a fact to use as a compass. I imagine at this point, everyone is pointing their collective finger at everyone else. But that’s another essay.)

Now to my point. Although words sometimes change meanings throughout history, of late words have been co-opted in order to dress up one thought to make it look like another. The words gay and equity are an example. While gay used to mean happy or light-hearted, most people think of homosexual now. Can we really marry one meaning to another in this instance?  Equity means how much you have invested in an asset – the amount you’ve already paid for a home, for instance, subtracted from its total cost. Or it can mean giving people equal treatment. Recently, it appears that its meaning is beginning to transform into the Marxist idea of equal outcomes regardless of input. I hope that’s not the case for everyone, but it’s something I’ve noticed. And when it is used that way, it really isn’t equitable at all, but is actually inequitable. Maybe you find yourself thinking along with Inigo Montoya, You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

When we communicate, we hope to be (to use a phrase) “on the same page” as far as the meaning of our words. But sometimes now we are not. If the meaning of words is changed, it removes our ability to understand what is actually being said. It reduces our ability to use logic and analysis. In fact, for those who don’t give much thought to the importance of words, they might easily fall into whatever rhetoric a fast-talking, persuasive fellow gives them. The rhetoric might be full of emotion, but lack any reasonable logic, leading to faulty conclusions. Put another way, they will believe something that in the end will hurt them or lead them to do something they will regret.  Taking it a step further – without a word to describe a thought, what happens to the thought? Ah yes. Critical thinking, where have you gone?

I’ll add one more thing. The Bible tells us that life and death are in the power of tongue. I didn’t always consider the enormous possibilities of that statement (both positive and negative), but I do now.

Image: Public-Domain.-Giuseppe_Maria_Crespi_-_Bookshelves_-_WGA05755.jpg; The three tools of reason are sometimes referred to as the Trivium, which is part of a classical education; there are many words being changed to mislead, such as the word vaccine; Quote from The Princess Bride, 1987 William Goldman book and movie adaptation, Directed by Rob Reiner; Proverbs 18:21

Scavenger Hunt Snack Mix

You know how sometimes you want something to crunch – just a handful of something  (and a handful of walnuts doesn’t quite do the trick)? It somehow seems that when you blend a few things, it’s all of a sudden a touch better! A person can use anything and sometimes the ingredients are not quite as healthy as others, and we don’t even (nor need to) regret it.  I put together this healthy snack mix recently from things I found in my cupboard. At least it’s better than marshmallows or M&Ms (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Don’t measure. Just put in a handful. Okay! If not measuring gives you hives, my best guess is to use 1/2 cup of each, give or take. 🙂 Here are the ingredients I used, but you might take on the challenge and toss in some things from your own cupboard! Happy healthy snacking!

Scavenger Hunt Snack Mix

Pecans

Pepitas (a type of pumpkin seed), roasted and salted.  You could use either a pumpkin seed or pepita, I suppose, but the pepita will blend in a little more easily. I bought mine at the grocery store in the aisle with all different types of nuts and dried fruit. I had them in the cupboard because I bought them for my dog who was having intestinal issues, and pumpkin can sometimes help with that. He loves pumpkin. I thought they would be interchangeable with pumpkin seeds, but he didn’t care for these.

Dried Cranberries

Dried Figs, chopped into bite-sized bits

Banana Chips

Dried Ginger Chunks, chopped into bite-sized bits   I bought a bag at Costco. It’s sugared, and do you know what? That doesn’t take away its zing. But I read somewhere that ginger is an ingredient that helps clear your arteries. I don’t know whether that’s true or not. But I testify that if you chop these up and throw them in a snack mix, it tames them down a bit.

Chocolate Chips

Swassy Roast Beef Sandwiches

 

I made an attempt to marry sweet with sassy in one word: swassy! Whether I accomplished it remains to be determined, but these sandwiches benefit from a touch of hot and sweet and it’s a great combination if I do say so, myself! I am not including specific amounts here because that’s not the way I cook, and I think this won’t be too challenging. It’s a sandwich, after all. Enjoy!

 

Cut King’s Hawaiian rolls horizontally and lay the tops aside.

Put the bottoms in an 8 x 11.5 cake pan.

Spread with thin smear of horseradish sauce, then fig spread on top of that.

Top with cut slices of white cheese and sliced roast beef.

Drizzle a little pineapple juice on top of beef.

Now put on the tops of the rolls and brush with melted butter, then sprinkle lightly with poppy seeds.

Cover with foil and bake at 350 until the cheese melts.