Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Can We Talk?



Though I have stayed at a Holiday Inn once, I’ve never thought of myself as a professional anything. Even when I earned a pay check and could have legitimately claimed I was in the middle of a career - I never thought of myself as anything other than me just being what I do. 


Like it or not, sometimes you have to meet things face on to realize the truth of a matter. 


My epiphany on this came when my granddaughter recently interviewed me for an assignment. She has just entered graduate school. In a few short years we’ll be able to call her ‘Dr. Olivia’. 


[Allow me pause here for a proud moment to gloat.] 


For the assignment she had to interview a geriatric (that would be me) and write a lengthy report, the object being to humanize an old person. I’m a bonafide Boomer so my generation, now entering our retirement years, will likely make up a large part of her clientele for a few years after she becomes a physical therapist thus I was the perfect subject for her report. 


Plus, I have a lot of human history to tell. 


While she was learning all about my past seventy years, I was forced to dig out some vintage information - growing up, family of five in a two bedroom one bath house in the American boom years after WW2, then the hippy years, the Vietnam war protest years, the photo of me in my senior year book the moment I found out JFK was shot - all the little dots connected to one another, this leading to that, that leading to something else - all of which the unearthing caused some serious introspection for me later and into the next few days. 


Bragging makes me squirm, so when I say I have done a lot, I’m not boasting. I’m revealing that I am a nutcase who is driven to do things - to stay immersed in a learning curve of some kind or other - always jumping into the middle and working my way out to both ends, which, over time, has naturally added up to a lot of odd, sometimes unrelated, experiences. Frankly, I didn’t mind telling Olivia my history, in this case, but it’s not something I usually do because, for one thing, who would believe me anyway? It’s almost embarrassing to see that look of incredulity on people’s faces. 


The timing was interesting, though, as this exercise came at a critical juncture for me because lately I’ve found myself swept up into a rite of passage that’s forced me to admit there’s so much more behind me than in front of me and even worse, realizing that none of it matters. Not really. Everything I learned, my assorted accumulated knowledge, my crazy quilt biography, isn’t worth the paper Olivia’s report will be written on. 



Except. Except for the humans who are here because God graced me with them in spite of my lack of skill set in parenting. My kids and I sort of grew up together - working our way out to both ends. 


All this is a rambling lead up to why I am blogging about this. 


For more than fifty years (not including child raising) of doing, creating, making do with the limited materials, tools and skills I had to express the various forms of the art of my life, I admit I loved best my guitar and writing songs that no one ever heard but me. I kept all my favorite songs in a blue cloth binder. When I could no longer play guitar because of my old hands, I gave the binder to my oldest grandson, Hayes, who is a multi-tasking artist in his own right. When I discovered I could play ukulele, I asked him to let me have the binder back for awhile. 


I think that’s what did it. 


That was the thing that unlocked old dusty bins of memories and set me thinking and sorting, trying to make peace with what A E Housman referred to as the land of lost content. 


There are no words to explain to a young person how it feels to realize you are officially an elder, a geriatric. But this I know, life is a carousel, goes round and round and round. We leave to those who follow us so we have to try to tell them if nothing else so that one day they say - oh, now I understand. 


Because, it’s just the kind of hairpin I am, regardless of the handicap of advancing age, that I can’t not do my art - as jack-legged and amateur as it might be - so I took one set of lyrics I penned forty years ago and made a video. 


For Him, 
Meema

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Not If But When


I pray that from His glorious, unlimited resources He will empower you with inner strength through His Spirit. (Ephesians 3:16 NLT)

The strength of the Lord's people is none other than the strength of the Holy Spirit in the inward man. Right at the very center of the being, deeper than thought or reason, deeper than emotion or feeling, deeper than all that which comprises the more outward man which, under given circumstances, may prove weak and incapable of standing up to the situation. In the variations of our soul life, the changes of our moods, our ideas, our attitudes, our feelings, our minds; deeper down there is that strength which does not let us go. That is the true nature of spirituality. 

It is not the tremendously forceful conviction of our intellects or the mighty power of our wills. When these cannot stand up to conditions of intense spiritual antagonism, opposition or perplexity, there is that more inward thing, right in the inward man, which is of God – the Holy Spirit: “Strengthened with might by His Spirit into the inward man.

Test that out and the result is that when the mind is bewildered by the perplexity of a situation, and the arguments are all in the direction that a mistake has been made, a wrong course has been taken, everything is false – when all the feelings are churned up, disturbed, anxious, fearful, or when there are no feelings at all, they are simply petrified by the position – when circumstances are all arguing in the opposite direction of that which we, in the purest moments of our fellowship with God determined upon. 

The world around us – and very closely around us, even within the sphere of our own natural life, our own soul life – is an inexplicable mystery. Then spirituality is proved by that inward strength which abides: that standing when you cannot go forward; that holding when you can do nothing; that remaining when all the forces are seeking to sweep you off your feet. That represents a measure of spirituality. That is the true nature of the child of God. 

The opposite is to be carried away by argument, reasoning, appearance, circumstance, and all such things. That proves a lack of true spirituality. In a sentence, true spirituality is not to live on the outside; it is to live with God right down deep in the inner part of your own being, where He, the Spirit, is.



For Him,

Meema

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Real Dads


This is when I say some loving words about dads. Allow me to be frank, if not crude here, I am not referring to sperm donors. No. What I want to bring some deserved attention to are the real men who step up and take care of the children given to them  regardless the circumstances. 

These are those:

• Who do whatever the job calls for no matter how tough or thankless it seems sometimes.

• Who pace back and forth at two am, colicky baby on a tired shoulder, even though he has to get up and go to work in a few hours.

• Who go to work and provide for their families, sometimes two jobs if necessary, putting his own desires aside for as long as it takes. 

• Who take every opportunity to spend time with their kids, reading to, teaching how, sharing, kissing boo-boos, answering toy phones, sipping pretend tea, building lego space ships, dancing with, laughing with, mentoring in as many life skills he knows.

• Who are strong to discipline and hold accountable in the short term for the sake of a good long-term.

• Who never stops fathering even if he lives somewhere else.

• Who never allows any other relationship to supersede the love he has for his child.

• Who never puts the value of money and possessions above his child’s best interests.

And if the kid(s) he is fathering does not share his DNA...

* He does his job as though he never understood DNA anyway. 

Happy Dad’s Day to all the men who are real father’s, you are the true heroes.

For Him,
Meema

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Steadfast



The Lord does not put us in glass houses to grow us, to be His trees; the Lord does not protect us from the storms, the adversities; He exposes us to the bitter winds and the scorching suns of adversity and trial. The Lord is working in us that which is according to His own Nature – eternity, the enduring, the everlasting God – that which will not be easily or hardly carried away. 

He is putting substance in you. Oh, today we fear that the appeal to become Christians is so often in terms of having an easy or a good time; being happy and enjoying yourself; well, thank God for ALL divine joy, but this is true to the House, to the City, that the first thing the Lord is working toward and seeking to work into His people is that substantial, steadfast, enduring faithfulness that is according to His own nature. Substantial! Oh for substantial Christians that don’t need coddling and nursing and running after all the time; being pandered to to get them to go on or stand up. Men and women like cedars of Lebanon; like the hewn stones – weighty, accountable, and responsible to carry weight – and all that is meant by strength.

I can only remind you again of what a large place that has in the Word of God: be strong, be strongin the Lord in the strength of His might, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. Think again. Want to understand why the winds are allowed to blow so fiercely... the storms? To get us away from that natural, easy-going-ness or cheapness, lightness, frivolousness and to make us people of weight. Strength – through testing, through adversity – strength... to endure throughout all ages. There is much which is going to be carried away in the last great testing, and if, therefore, trial and adversity is the only way to deepen us, to put caliber into us, I suppose we must expect more of it as the time shortens.


By T. Austin-Sparks from: Aspects of the City 

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For Him,
Meema

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Happy Mother's Day


If a picture is worth a thousands words I say, shut up and put up a picture.

Happy Mother’s Day to all my dear hearts. May you have a special and blessed day.

For Him,
Meema

Monday, April 24, 2017

And There It Is


A dozen years or so ago I still participated in an online forum where people gathered under the umbrella of a common interest. As often happens when two or more people from diverse backgrounds and points of view gather you can expect a certain amount of straying off topic and the inevitable disagreement. I stayed longer than I should have when the civil rule of agreeing to disagree dissolved into all out dissension. The turning point, when I knew I had to move on came the day I made a bold prediction.

I don’t recall what thread of thought launched the conversation but when I posted that I could see the day when Christianity would be under assault, not only from cultural change but through actual laws passed. I predicted that one day it would be dangerous to declare oneself to be a Christ follower. 

And the flame-throwers lit up their word weapons.

One response in particular stuck in my craw. The resident proclaimed atheist challenged me with a pious question. She asked if I had ever been mistreated or maligned as a Christian. As simple a query as it was it was most certainly pregnant with dark and hidden implications. A whole treatise on the history and rise of the ills of Christianity sat waiting to be launched as argument for the demise of religion in general and Christianity in particular. I knew her point of view on this. She had made it clear in other discussions that she felt religion was the cause of all wars and suffering in the history of mankind. 

I weighed my response carefully, knowing that she was poised to unleash a litany of examples to back her claim - beginning with the Inquisition and ending with the myriad of present day dogmatic religious cults claiming to represent the God of Christianity. 

Sometimes you just have to pick your battles. Rather than give her an open invitation to spew out her hatred for all things Christian, I took the high road and let her win the point by default. I replied that, no, I had not yet had my faith challenged but that my reference was to a time in the future. It was lame but it did end the discussion because it gave her no fuel. I posted in that forum less and less after that and then soon stopped altogether. I doubt they missed me. I must add that I shook the dust off my sandals as I left. Sometimes that’s what you have to do. And it’s okay. 

My memory of this experience was jarred up from the depths as I read more and more stories of Christians, all over the world now under assault.  Not just in the Communist countries or those with other religious majorities. where churches are destroyed and whole populations forced to flee from their homes. Of course, one might argue that these are incidents in far away places. That sort of thing can’t happen here in the United States of America where religious freedom is held as sacrosanct. Christianity is too big to fail here in the West. Right? 

But I’d like to point out that in the past decade the subtle warnings I noticed back then have gone from a distant tinkling to a steady clear ringing. The headlines becoming more frequent - schools remove all things Christmas from December, a teacher in Tampa forbids her students to wear a cross necklace in her classroom - a college student is not allowed to write an essay from a Christian perspective. Christian businesses are not allowed to enforce their beliefs in their own establishments. TV shows and movies usually represent Christian characters as nut cases. Case in point: slow change often comes from subtle social conditioning that then leads to laws. 

In the past fifty years, political correctness has successfully begun to nullify the text of the first amendment by demanding that Christians are no longer allowed to hold fast to the fundamentals of their faith because these might step on other’s religious/cultural beliefs. The hypocrisy buried just beneath the loose covering of righteous words like - inclusion, equality, diversity, and the modern embrace of all roads merging to peaceful coexistence, is actually the ultimate weapon to tamp down and silence Christians into submission. I call this out as hypocrisy because PC does not appear to apply to other religions. Only Christianity. 

Had I posted such comments in the old forum, I would easily have been slam-dunked into retreat by a single question - how are acts of equalizing religious freedom going to lead to outlawing Christianity? 

There are two possible responses:

1. The coward’s way out: [cue crickets]

2. The brave-heart’s reply: Upholding religious freedom will always be a rope walk that leaves gaps and gray areas that cannot be fully implemented. It can never be satisfactorily accomplished through laws written and imposed because demands and permissions will always overlap and conflict. Therefore, individual right of freedom to choose is accompanied with individual responsibility to stand up for or stand down in a situation when rights collide. Sometimes you choose plan B.

I was finishing middle school in 1962 when the Supreme Court made its historic ruling to outlaw prayer in school. I vividly recall hearing the announcement on the evening news. I looked at my mother and asked, “How can they stop me?” She looked stunned and replied, “Out of the mouths of babes.” 

Uncounted numbers of Christians practice their religion in secret in countries like China. There are a rising number of countries in the Middle East that are openly and actively seeking to eradicate all traces of Christianity. Those who stand by their beliefs in countries that are hostile toward the faith must do so without help from laws protecting their rights. Though my faith does not require human law to support or sustain it, I can appreciate being allowed to openly proclaim and practice my Christian tenets. I can also grant that when my guidelines clash with law that is put in place to protect the majority rights, I can adapt. I can pray silently anywhere. 

That’s not the issue in what is now unfolding. 

Like the movement of a glacier, the slide has been so slow it seems almost imperceptible, I do see clearly, just as I did when I dropped my prediction in that forum - when, not if, the day comes that how I choose to believe is compelled to compromise in the name of equalizing religious freedom by conceding to another religion or cultural reform, not just law, or else be fined, jailed or die, that is when I will choose to stand on my beliefs.  

The moment revealing the true agenda comes when the concept of individual freedom of choice becomes a specious argument used like a weapon to silence me.  

But I am Christian - hear me roar.

For Him,

Meema 

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Waiting for Dawn


(Luke 23:55) And the women, who had come with him out of Galilee, followed after, and beheld the tomb, and how his body was laid.  (23:56) And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments. And on the sabbath they rested according to the commandment.  But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came unto the tomb, bringing the spices which they had prepared.  (24:2) And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb.  (24:3) And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus.  


When I try to imagine being one of those women on that horrific longest day - the ‘Sabbath’ after Christ was crucified - the agony of waiting in the paralyzing silence of defeat, I temporarily set aside knowing the rest of the story - the great good ending. I try to fully experience their grief and dismay, the crushing weight of unanswerable questions - the frustrating unknowable. 

I do this because I need to embrace, firsthand, the fear that they must have felt, the confusion, the despair. I still myself, eyes closed, and put myself there, sitting with them. No one able to speak, hopelessness settled in around them slowly sucking the oxygen out of the space. My heart feels like it’s being compressed by a vise. 

I can’t stay there too long or I’d become dysfunctional. I only need a glimpse of what they must have felt so I can confirm the old saying - it’s always darkest just before dawn - as a solid truth not just a good sounding platitude. 

Because I do know the rest of the story, I can also imagine the shockwave that must have shot through, head to toe, those faithful women who returned to the tomb to finish the job, to pay their respect and demonstrate their love for this man whom they had believed was the Son of God and were not prepared for, nor understood what had to happen.  

Have you ever been there? So immersed in fear and dread of the unknown, convinced you are done for, at the mercy of great evil, then in a flash you are rescued? One minute it’s nothing but darkness, the next minute all is light - exquisite relief.

I have. I’ve been there many times in my now officially long life. While it most certainly is darkest just before dawn, there is another truth - dawn does come - and always right on time. 

When it seems that evil has finally won the upper hand, I go back in time and sit for a few minutes with the women who found the tomb empty. Then I fast forward to the happy ending of Christ risen. The war is won. Until He returns we must continue with the small battles, the minor skirmishes with evil, that test our mettle, that keeps trying to distract us away from faith, when we must sit in the darkest dark and wait for dawn, not just believing, but confident it will come. 

Right on time.

For Him,
Meema






Friday, March 17, 2017

Luck?



As a practicing Christian, who has faith that Christ is invested in my welfare, I must admit that I do not believe in luck. Luck implies that the universe and all that exists in it, is dependent upon a mindless element of chance. 

That’s just not good enough for me.

Not wanting my now and future to be determined by nothing more than mathematical odds, I choose to believe that every hair on my head is numbered, my DNA is specifically and beautifully sequenced. I can depend on this not just because of faith for my now’s and future’s but because of all my been there’s. If history is the best teacher, I can do the math and come to the sum total conclusion that my every step, and misstep, every right and wrong, every good and bad choice, has been measured by the One who knows from beginning to end. 

Because I trust that while I fall far afield from perfect, I don’t have to depend on my perfect moves to see me through the chaos and challenges of living because Christ in me is perfect and He is the author of all things possible. All things means I am never dependent on mere capricious happenstance. I am totally reliant on Him to get me to the other side, to the end of all battles, to the calm after the tempest. 

This does not mean there is always a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow but it does mean there is always a  rainbow after the storm. 

There is no arguing that being Christian in this humanist age is tantamount to declaration of war. It’s not only our personal individual battles now, it’s so much bigger and really it comes down to learning the lessons of all the challenges and hardships that get thrown in our paths. How do we handle this? Do we armor up and understand that what we want is not the goal? If you are an open vessel of God, you listen, obey and trust. If you are prompted by Him and not just by your own will, you find not only the process but the outcome may not be what you thought it would be but it will be the best possible because He knows from beginning to end.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

For Him,
Meema


(Hebrews 11:1) Now faith is assurance of [things] hoped for, a conviction of things not seen.  



Saturday, March 11, 2017

Forty Minutes


“It’s just a movie.”

“Take off your ‘religious glasses’ and just enjoy the spiritual experience.”

These are several comments I’ve read from those who defend The Shack. 

If I wore religious glasses I’d have to take them off so I could weep. 

Have you ever reached the place where you know that nothing you say matters anymore? To realize that there’s no way to open the eyes of those who refuse to see? When you hit that low spot you suffer a sense of helplessness that transcends hopelessness. 

That’s where I am. 

Those, (and that means both of you) who have read this blog for the past five years know that I have spoken out in as many ways I know how to pull words together against the slow poison of New Age and how so close to the real deal it is those without discernment cannot see just how counterfeit it truly is. Since I have run out of words and, for that matter, tears, I am going to share a link to a 40 minute sermon from someone who says it all in the clearest of language. 

I share this in this quiet place to all but in this era of attraction to the siren call of good for goodness sake, my heart is hurting knowing that it’s really just for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. 

If you have even a grain of doubt, a tiny catch in your gut, watch this. What’s 40 minutes? If you are satisfied that God doesn’t care what we fill ourselves up with, then ignore this warning. But know this - the five foolish virgins were not pagans but believers who were too busy with distractions to keep their lamps filled. They were told, “I never knew you.”

I'll say this one more time - get it or don't.

For Him,

Meema

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Arrogance


We don’t watch new movies much anymore. Call us old school, old fogey, or whatever you like, Poppy and I are simply not entertained by most of what Hollywood puts out nowadays - agenda so thick you can cut it with a knife - and all. However, occasionally, if the time is just right, things aligned not too early or too late, we will pick a title from Netflicks assured that we can pull the plug and move on any moment we feel we are wasting our time.

Recently, we chose to try the movie Interstellar starring Matthew McConaughey. A sci-fi presentation of a future dying earth and a secret NASA working overtime to find a new planet to keep the human species from extinction. Lots of speculation about worm holes, relativity and the unquenchable desire to conquer science and space. Lots of good special effects and decent acting too, even if a tad long, I’ll give it that. 

Here’s what I came away with though:

I get it that humanity is self-absorbed and full of it’s own intellectual wonderfulness and thus it’s way easier to depict humans believing there is an advanced civilization somewhere out there - gently referred to in awe inspired whispers as ‘they’ who are working overtime to communicate with us to help us to evolve.  But I find that ironic. We are willing to accept there are beings, smarter, more advanced than us (of course) who might have even birthed us, who are out there rooting us on to finally step through the veil of ignorance and rise to higher understanding and ultimate perfection. And yet we readily dismiss the idea of a Divine Creator as a fairy tale, nothing more than pure and ludicrous fiction. 

Humans cannot stop from speculating, imagining, and creating moving stories about all the possibilities in the known and unknown universe, but not a God whose existence and personage we simply can’t wrap our brains around? [spoiler alert] In this movie, if I got the gist of it correctly, ‘they’ is actually us. A future us, directing, as best we can, the more primitive now us. Because, well, because, sometime in the future we are going to finally figure it all out and fix everything.

That arrogance might be one of many reasons I don’t find modern films satisfying. Perhaps I’ve evolved and left in the dust the doubters, deniers, and humanists who believe in the best good us is achievable if we would simply stop hating and love and focus on the reality of science. To ponder the questions that have already been satisfactorily answered for me feels akin to a high school student being asked to repeat first grade. 

Here it is - I can’t un-know what I know and that makes speculation on the topic of why we are here and what our destiny is moot, if not juvenile, for me. Some might call this closed-mindedness but to that I can respond with a question: Let’s say you have a degree in Quantum Mechanics, how would you explain quantum physics to a six year old? You can’t. Does that mean you don’t have some understanding of quantum physics just because you can’t explain it to someone who doesn’t have an advanced education? 

Others might call this arrogance on my part, to boldly declare that I know things that many do not, but in an age where evil is good and up is down, I ask... 

What if the worst kind of arrogance is embracing anything that refutes there is a Sovereign God and another dimension of being that our minds cannot understand, and that there is an ultimate day of reckoning for those who are determined to ignore the existence of a reality because it challenges human intelligence? 

What if indeed...

For Him,
Meema


(Luke 13:24) Strive to enter in by the narrow door: for many, I say unto you, shall seek to enter in, and shall not be able.  (13:25) When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut to the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, saying, Lord, open to us; and he shall answer and say to you, I know you not whence ye are;  (13:26) then shall ye begin to say, We did eat and drink in thy presence, and thou didst teach in our streets;  (13:27) and he shall say, I tell you, I know not whence ye are; depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.  (13:28) There shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and yourselves cast forth without.  (13:29) And they shall come from the east and west, and from the north and south, and shall sit down in the kingdom of God.  (13:30) And behold, there are last who shall be first, and there are first who shall be last. 

Friday, February 10, 2017

Hypocrisy


I told myself I’d keep it light that scary day I chose to dive into The Facebook. It’s not that I don’t have opinions. Neither am I afraid to voice them. It’s more about being resigned to the tough truth that I am not able to change anyone else’s mind and what I think only really matters to me and the relative handful of people who know me, my views, my standards and how I try to live them without always shouting them in a spotlight. 

It’s my experience that debate is mostly a waste of breath and time, especially in this era of broad red lines drawn. However, I did commit to the word ‘STAND’ this year so I allow myself some latitude about when to be silent and when to speak. 

Today I am taking a stand against hypocrisy. 

It’s been said a picture is worth a thousand words. I guess a video can easily double that. I want to point out that hypocrisy comes dressed in all sorts of wool, but the worst is not the self-righteous kind - the kind that believes wholeheartedly it is right and to prove it, there are no boundaries for expressing itself - whether  by destruction of property, ugly vitriol, or disparaging of others in the name of love, love, love, peace - and RIGHTness!

No, the worst kind of hypocrisy is the kind that uses the good sounding words as a mask, a cloak, a weapon to draw in those who blindly trust good sounding words to be truth. These are the hypocrites with an agenda that has nothing to do with truth. 

Beware the wolves who have the funding to have their sheepskins tailor made.

For Him,

Meema

Sunday, January 29, 2017

But It Sounds So Good


My lucky day. I received a personal email from James B. Comey. Yes, that guy, the Director of the FBI. Yep. Me. Well, supposedly me. The salutation was to Dear Beneficiary. Close enough.

Apparently there is a sum of 10.3 million dollars awaiting my attention to be collected you see, and I quote from Mr. Comey, 

“It is obvious that you have not received your fund which is to the tune of 10.3M) million due to past corrupt Governmental Officials who almost held the fund to themselves for their selfish reason and some individuals who have taken advantage of your fund all in an attempt to swindle your fund which has led to somany losses from your end and unnecessary delay in the receipt of your fund.for more information do get back to us.

The National Central Bureau of Interpol enhanced by the United Nations and Federal Bureau of Investigation have successfully passed a mandate to the government of the states the exercise of clearing all foreign debts owed to you and other individuals and organizations who have been found not to have receive their Contract Sum, Lottery/, Inheritance.

we are happy to inform you that based on our recommendation your outstanding contract inheritance funds of over-due payment in tone of USD 10.3M) has been credited in your favor in Citibank. Having said all this, we will further advise that you go ahead in dealing with the Citibank, IL accordingly as we will be monitoring all their activities with you as well as your correspondence at all levels.”

Further, Mr. Comey graciously warned me that there are many email scams out in the wild wild Interwebs and “We therefore warn our dear citizens to be very careful with any claim email you receive prior to these irregularities so that they do not fall victim to this ugly circumstance anymore.”

However no doubt I should completely trust this email because, you know, who would dare try to scam someone using the name and actual address of the director of the FBI?  Not to mention the return email speaks for itself as nothing but trustworthy.

Right? 

While I can’t say that 10.3 million dollars would not be a very nice bump in my financial status, I am just a tad skeptical. I know, it’s tough being such a cynic all the time. Perhaps it’s the sentence structure and punctuation. Perhaps it’s the overall vagueness, idiocracy or maybe all of it brings to mind that thing with the dying Nigerian Prince but I cannot help but suspect something is amiss here. 

Mr.Comey will no doubt be disappointed but I choose to pass on this opportunity. 

Oh well.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all the scams, lies and deceptions in the world would be this easy to detect? Unfortunately, even the most obvious seem to find ready prey, those who simply want to believe what isn’t true, especially those lies that sound so darn good.

For Him,

Meema