Saturday, June 19, 2021

My Father's Voice - A Repost


Over the years that I have been blogging, I have posted numerous tributes to fatherhood in general and my father specifically. Though there are many other things I could say, I think the post of June 18, 2016 probably summed up the best of what I could present to represent the man who did his best from sunup to sundown, every day of his life. 

Because he passed in 1979 my two youngest kids have limited memories of him and my grands never knew their great grandfather so I am compelled to keep my memory of him alive - for them.

So, I repost it here. 


High on a shelf in the darkest corner of the basement, an obsolete audio playing device rests beneath a light blanket of dust. It exists, instead of being dismantled or buried in a landfill, because there is another box on another shelf in the same basement that holds an assortment of 8-track tapes, most of which are collections from forgotten music artists but a couple are homemade recordings. 

One, in particular, is the keeper of my father’s voice. 

My dad delighted in making tapes with his recorder. One day he decided to introduce his five year old granddaughter and two year old grandson to the joys of hearing their own voices. He interviewed them and coaxed each to perform songs of their choice. They tried out knock knock jokes on each other as the magnetic tape captured the silliness and giggles. He reenacted a joke from his favorite TV show - ‘Doc, it hurts when I do that! Well then don’t do that!’ Heeeee Haw! 

Sometimes I think about that tape. I wonder if I were to make the effort to clean the player, hook it to speakers and electricity - would it work? Would I be able to hear again my dad’s voice?  Or would it be too damaged by the ravages of time? The not knowing keeps the dust undisturbed on the 8-track player. If it didn’t work, I think the disappointment would be too high a price. 

And so I choose to simply remember. My brain, at least the long term memory part, recalls that moment even better than a strip of plastic. I can still hear his voice quite clearly in my head. 

I also can hear him reading the Sunday funnies to me. I can hear him teaching me how to drive a nail straight and true, or soap a screw to make it sink into wood easier. I can hear him teaching me the Lord’s Prayer and unlocking the mysteries of fractions and seeing creativity as something without staid and static boundaries.

When I can’t hear him I can see him, in my mind’s eye, doing right. I can remember he was honest, hard-working and honorable. He provided for his family, he took pride in his home. I’m sure life wasn’t always easy and sometimes a challenge but I never heard him complain. He taught me more by simply doing it, not saying it. 

I didn't realize, until I took this memory trip, that, in ways difficult to explain, it has been my father’s voice that has always held me accountable. All these years. Locked on the continuous playing synapse in my brain is the reverberation of a standard, a non-expiring, never vintage, holds-true-always, fundamental truth. Everything that is determinedly decent begins with the voice of reason and obedience to a higher authority. 

When you respect and admire your Father you hope to hear, “Well done, good and faithful...”

For Him,


Sunday, June 6, 2021

Anatomy of a Psychopath


For a number of years, I have been collecting stories of people who have been victimized by others that seem to have no conscience. The goal was to publish the work but after awhile I discovered, first, it was so depressing it was starting to sink me, and second, as new stories came in, I saw no hope for ending it. That there are so many stories seemed to make it an overwhelming, untenable task. 

Lately as I have witnessed what seems to me to be a growing crisis of mental illness, I am thinking about dusting off the manuscript and finishing it. Here is a synopsis:

If you have never brushed up against or had to defend yourself from the wiles of a psychopath, good for you. Nowadays, it seems that mental illness is a type of new normal so those who have escaped the experience are now in the minority.

For those who have yet to be exposed to the unique and frustrating life-altering encounter, let me give you the basic signs to pay attention to. Gender is not a defining point, both men and women can be psychopaths, but I will use the male pronoun as a generic reference to keep it simple.

First, the most common trait can be identified as narcissism. He is always right, in his own eyes, because of his self-aggrandizing nature. There are many types of narcissists in varying degrees but not all narcissists are identifiable as ASPD - Anti-Social Personality Disorder, which is a category that makes up the majority of the un-fixable psychopaths among us.  

ASPDs are a unique combination of those who can function within the boundaries of society, albeit often wrecking havoc in many lives, then walking away without looking back, and then never being held accountable. These rarely are diagnosed because they are adroit at hiding their mental disorder, for one, and also because the world is generally too naive and easily scammed. The conundrum being most people do not want to live as suspicious paranoid naysayers so they are easy marks for con men and psychopaths.

These, then, could be recognized by their complete lack of empathy, except that because they can see how others behave, they can mimic the emotion of caring so that they seem to actually care but it's just a ruse. They don't know how to care. Dr. Robert Hare describes this as knowing the lyrics but not the music.

The second most commonly recognizable trait is clever lying. An ASPD believes his own lies so he can convince anyone of just about anything. He lies boldly so that others are taken off guard. The response will often be, "That must be true because who would claim such a thing?" 

But because he is a bold liar, he can convince you to ignore what he said yesterday and believe what he says today and what is the matter with you if you don't?

He is a master of blame shift and is skilled at passive-aggressive manipulations. He is well-practiced at accusing his mark of doing exactly what he has been doing and the mark is once again caught off guard and questions their own sanity. I've often thought, having read commentary and speaking with victims that they are shell-shocked to discover they were scammed but tend to cling to not blaming the doer because it reflects badly on them and makes them seem foolish. I have to conclude this is a residual effect of the ASPDs demon-like influence on the vulnerability of the human psyche.

So often we are too trusting because most of us live by the Golden Rule of treating others as we wish to be treated. ASPDs know how to use this to their advantage. Even after a victim is somehow freed from the devices of a psychopath, they will still doubt what happened and wonder if what happened to them was actually their own fault. 

Many books have been written about psychopathy but Dr. Robert Hare's book Without Conscience-The Disturbing World of The Psychopaths Among Us is the ultimate authoritative word and, in fact, launched a bullet point list of common behaviors that has become the standard in the profession of psychiatry. 

I think it should be required reading in High School. 

They are indeed among us. Having read this book then doing a decade of research on the subject and reading/editing the stories of so many victims, I can surely see serious correlation with those who now hold political power over us. 

How scary is that? Fore warned is fore armed.

For Him,


If you have a story you wish to be told, you can submit to - I do not use real names. I do not purchase stories and I cannot promise a story submitted will be used. 

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Smart vs Wise


In 2006, one year and several titles completed in my then newest venture of being a POD publisher, I accepted an invitation to exhibit at a Christian Book Fair. I had no idea what to expect, except I admit I optimistically thought I would sell books. Experience being the best of teachers I learned it was more about networking with other publishers and distributors than selling. 

Took me quite awhile to recover the investment but, just as has often been the case in my peculiar and singular spiritual walk, the cost was irrelevant measured against the outstanding moment and revelation that likely would not have happened had I not attended. It has remained with me long past the existence of Faithful Publishing. 

On the second day in, I was standing in front of my booth, observing how others were so easily engaging passers by and attendants as I, not being skilled in salesmanship, seemed to be invisible. An older woman ambled by. We smiled and nodded at each other. She stopped and picked up a book on display and we began a light conversation. I don't recall all that we said to each other except for one thing that changed forever how I seek wisdom.

I do recall we were talking about good life quotes and how they seem to be seeds that, when planted and nurtured, grow healthy attitudes and goals. I think she had noticed a quote on a page of one of the books. 

I do not deny that I love quotes and always have. I recognize smart words that inspire one to rise to higher thinking and thus purposeful living. Until then I didn't care where they came from. Good words are good words, right? 

And then she said the simplest yet one of the most profound comments I have ever heard. 

"I do love good sounding quotes but I do also pay attention to who says them. Wisdom is not the same as being smart. You can be smart and educated and hold endowed titles out the wazoo and not be the least bit wise, especially spiritually. So, I try to get my good words from the teachings of the One I choose to believe is the ultimate Wise person, Jesus."

So, that was like a direct hit to my chest. From that point forward, I could see with new eyes. It's pretty easy to recognize a truth, even if you are blind in other ways, but now when I seek, I'm discerning between what is just smart or wise. I am not questing from a worldly perspective. When I read the quotes of old philosophers and modern men and women who have been elevated to a type of sainthood, because they were smart enough to see a bigger reality, I grant them that they are smart. I also acknowledge that no one owns truth but the Originator. It exists to be seen by anyone who wishes to know. Some very not so wise people have had their names attached to quotes that seem quite true but when you look deeper into their lives you wonder why they didn't live like they spoke.

Now, when I am in search of wisdom, those ideals and concepts that require deeper understanding than the human mind can grasp, I am more inclined to pay attention to those who see with a different kind of vision. I pay attention to the fruit of their lives. Are they speaking worldly truth that is currently smart or Godly truth that is eternally wise? If I had to point to examples I'd start with career politicians and celebrities or 'Christian' leaders who are nothing more than smart humanists.

Risking presenting a POV that can be taken wrongly, I will add that it is my personal experience that it is not possible to understand God with human intellect, great learning and smarts, and/or a litany of credentials. And most certainly not with science. The only way to understand the life changing power of faith is via a hungry open spirit that grasps, without over thinking, that not only is there a God but that He is in charge and in no way thwarted by evil. You can't get there with reason though. It is something else that takes one beyond being smart to being wise. 

What I know, have lived personally, and witnessed happening in others, is profound clarity that cannot be explained with words, once the spirit can see what the eyes cannot. The key that unlocks this conundrum is a willingness to let go of the importance of self. All the good words, the inspirational quotes and uplifting concepts in the universe are useless, not because they are not smart but because they do not get to the root of the plant where the life begins.

I learned from a stranger that when seeking good words to inspire and live by, there are two ways to go - one is a path that requires commitment to a higher truth that is seated in perpetual wisdom. The other is a compromise with that which is earthbound and only smart until a new thought replaces it.

For Him,


Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Tides of Change

Change is an inevitable fact of life and always brings with it a revised normal. Sometimes it slides in, unobserved, and other times it hits us like a bolt of lightning. Then, there is a combo effect that happens in real time, but in slow motion, like a tsunami as we watch in disbelief as the coming wave forms in the distance and we stubbornly cling to denial, hoping that what we are witnessing is not going to wash over us. 

My new normal, for the past year, is to go out into the fray only once a week. Some of this is the natural loss of stamina from age but mostly it's about hating to have to go along to get along. I make a list and plan my mission with the precision of an explorer heading into uncharted territory.

On a recent acquisition list was a couple items from Hobby Lobby so that was my first stop. Here in Georgia there was never a government mandated mask policy but left up to individual businesses. Which, of course, being mostly corporate franchises, all require masks so I have had a mask in my purse for over a year now. It's looking a bit ragged and not especially hygienic. For me it is symbolic of performance art anyway. For several months I have noticed folks walking around with their noses exposed. If I am on an aisle by myself, I pull mine down completely. I like/need oxygen more than being a performer in political theater. 

It seems as though this is going away, however, as the mandate now shifts from mask to vaccine, I recognize this big illusion/lie that we are now forced to live under as the guise of 'safety' and 'caring about others'. It is the ultimate, though super subtle, replacement of following the true God with the god of Self-Righteousness. We don't have to trust the real God anymore if we pledge our allegiance to the god of all things safe. Life imitating art - feeling more like the Matrix everyday. 

Even scarier, though, is that it also resembles what I see as slow slide conditioning for the next step.  

Full disclosure, though I could declare protection by the HIPAA Laws, I don't need the vaccine because I had Covid and have the most real, science-based, best possible, natural immunity now, the kind vaccines are supposed to mimic.  So I will not lie and say I had the vaccine to go with the flow.

Does it not seem odd that this time last year the focus was on how many had Covid and the resulting antibodies but now these numbers are not included in the proposed passport? The medical gurus were asking that Covid survivors donate their antibody laden blood to be used to save others. Interesting that those who are vaccinated now cannot donate blood though. For the record, I will say no to the passport even if it means I can no longer buy or sell without it, a possibility in the works by those who claim to care so much for our well being. 

Reminder: No one knows the hour or the day but the Father but it's not like we weren't warned to pay attention to the signs. 

On my recent out-and-about day, I allowed myself to wander a bit in Hobby Lobby. I marveled at all the merchandise available, home decor, hobby and craft materials that felt like echos of another time, back when we myopically took old normal for granted. I paused at a display of 4th of July decorations. It was like looking at memorabilia of a deceased loved one - representing remnants of memories instead of symbols of a reason to celebrate the home of the brave and land of the free

Suddenly I found myself fighting back a rising grief that we are watching, as it unfolds, at what was once a God blessed country, now slipping over the edge to irreversible destruction. And, somehow, it seems as though things have speeded up too. Which is also a sign, btw. I can't help but visualize hoards of demons having been held back, now unleashed to overcome basic common sense. 

Nothing makes any sense anymore.

Everything is surreal and dystopian. It's a bad dream I can't seem to wake up from. In spite of all the history of this country as we have endured and recovered from countless trials and challenges for 245 years, I do not see the current situation returning to the way it was. It occurred to me that maybe the way it was might have been just illusion as well - a hologram hiding a very dark reality that is now revealing itself.  

Whether we are rescued this time or not, it seems a new, not so good, normal gathers on the horizon like a never seen before wave of destruction. 

However, that said, I am pragmatic and intuitive, which has to do with my INTJ personality type, though I find it difficult to even hope that we are going to ever be as we were pre-Covid. Yet I refuse to get dysfunctional over it. What good would that do? Time to stop being in denial, though. The only hope I see depends on ramped up faith. If God be for us, who can be against us? While that does sound comforting the part unspoken is that we have to step up and declare, out loud, that we are for Him. We take the 1 step to Him, He takes the 999 to us. 

Warning: there is no gray area or safe ground on the edge of the abyss. It's stand, or fall over. You can't change your mind on the way down.

I am,

For Him,


Thursday, May 13, 2021

The Great Bologna Experiment


Being a homeschooler has had some unexpected advantages during this last upside down year, the biggest positive was that my student's schedule and way of learning didn't change at all. As the rest of the world was coping with zooming and distance learning, we just kept right on with our goals for 10th grade. We sure covered quite a lot of territory this year. 

I asked him at the beginning of the year what his goals were. He replied that he wanted to deep dive into practical life skills. I smacked my lips and we were off learning the ins and outs of economics. 

I have to say I learned quite a bit this year myself.

Other than math, social science, history and economics I had my own goal of working on his composition skills. He is not a writer. Nor wishes to be. One of his first assignments was to write an essay which I posted HERE

His last assignment for this year was an essay. Funny how things often have deeper meanings than what we were expecting. While I do not like to be blindsided, I do love serendipitous happy results that cause me to say -"Did not see that coming!"

So, without further ado - Keaton's final essay for school year 2020/21

For Him,



The Great Bologna Experiment  

by Keaton Pascoe

"Aw, baloney!"  is an old analogy that means, in modern language, "What a lie!" 

In this digital world run by computers, one's and zeroes, CGI and Photoshop, not only is it easier to lie, it is sort of expected. We accept that commercials and ads are not exactly telling the truth. Does that mean we don't really know the difference between what is true and what is a lie anymore? Does it mean we actually prefer what is not true over what is?

It is no secret that there are many websites that anyone can go to and pay for someone to write an essay. It's not like this is on the dark web either so teachers have to know that many of the assignments their students, both high school and college, turn in were not written by them. Is this a lie or just an accepted means to an end? What is the end goal now? Is it learning or looking as though it's learning? The system says that students need to get good grades and move on because the grade stays with them long after what they were supposed to learn goes away.

Just because a student isn't good at writing, doesn't mean he doesn't have to do the assignment, though, even if he knows he will not get a good grade because writing isn't his best thing. So, here in the lying age, the easy solution is to pay for someone who is supposed to be experienced and has the right creds to write it for you.

My last assignment for this school year was to write an essay. I admit I don't like to write. I am a thinker and a hands on learner, I ask a lot of questions looking for knowledge about things I am good at but writing is not my thing. 

My teacher decided we should do an experiment. We went online and found a site that offers essay writing for money. We typed in the information about the kind of essay we were looking for and several profiles popped up asking to be my writer. We picked one, clicked on the pay button and gave him this info:

600 word essay on how easy it is to manipulate people with misinformation using bologna as the analogy. Needs to be satire or funny. Unbiased, not woke. Working title "Aw Baloney!" Due in one week.

He replied that he was on it.

The next day, we got a message that he had uploaded the essay. To say it was about as good as I could have written in 5th grade would be pretty kind.

Just think, this person, hired by an online company that has a five star rating, who probably has a college degree, who might have spent no more than an hour researching the history of bologna and then copy/pasting the info into a Word doc, missed the object of "satire" or "funny" completely. He got his money and he probably needed it so that's okay. What he will never know is that he was not the writer but the example for my real essay.

This final essay is not about the history of bologna. It's also not about how good I can write an essay. It's about how big lying is now. If I have learned anything this year, I realize that being good with words is not as important as being honest and being able to see what is real. 

To what is not real I say, "Aw Baloney!"

Saturday, May 8, 2021

A Mother's Plea

 Joshua 24:15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. 


Late one recent Saturday afternoon, Hubs and I sat out on the upper back deck of our old houseboat (aptly named Great Escapes) watching life float by, so gently, as though there was nothing to worry about. Neither in the natural aquatic world of  fish, ducks and geese freely navigating as they please, or that of Homo Sapiens who like to float on water too but need manmade contraptions to make it happen. 

We are docked across the marina basin from a boat launch ramp so we get to watch an infinite variety of humanity temporarily identifying as water fowl motoring off to seek the stress free pleasures of water life.

Immersed in the moment, though it was a perfect, mild, spring day, plenty to be grateful for, I felt a sudden sinking in my soul. An ache. A deep sadness that, as The Teacher of Lamentations mourned, all is vanity. We paddle so hard to get to where we can exhale and relax, only to find we never arrive to a place of true rest in the real world. 

I've come to believe this is because we have been carefully manipulated to trust 'Illusion World' as genuine and accepted as the ultimate reason for living. Decades of advertising and constant immersion in fictional stories in movies and television,  agenda based propaganda pushed at us 24/7, has made us expect that the goal of living is to be happy, (and lately super self-righteous as well) that there should always be good closure and thus that is what we are supposed to be reaching for, i.e., life must be a happy, seemingly virtuous journey to our perfect ending. Unfortunately this, then, disables our common sense quotient and keeps us ever questing after the wrong life goals and expectations and thus reaping the inevitable disappointments.

The unpolished truth is that life is messy, at best, a constant flow of challenges to be met. Our dinghies often spring leaks and take on water that threatens to sink us. Interesting that having to tread water all the time does strengthen us for even greater challenges.

Ultimately we live until we die, mostly imperfectly, but hopefully well enough to leave good echoes behind and then transition to a better place because we accepted that we do have the option, via free will, to choose, not just how uprightly we live but where we end up. 

In her final weeks, my older sister, Jo, and I used to delve into some heavy conversations. She was born to fret so when she started up stressing that she hoped her kids, grands and great grands, would be okay after she was gone, I always, ever so gently, reminded her that we cannot shuffle off this mortal coil leaving behind all things tidy, though I do get that we really wish we had that power. 

On the brink of turning 74, I admit that I am wearing thin and some of that is me aging out. But that's just physical. Interesting though, as my worldly side wanes, my spiritual side gets stronger every day. As things move along into what appears to be more and more Biblical prediction being fulfilled in real time, I am preparing to put on the full armor of God and stand. Against all odds. The only caveat is being discerning enough to see who or what the opposition is. 

Regardless, maybe I can't leave things tidy but I can elect to go out honorably. Thus, I have chosen whom I will worship and serve and it isn't the god of this world or anything in it. The god of SELF and Good for Goodness Sake is a lying charlatan, a cheap imitation, and can never replace the true God of all Creation. (Full disclosure - I never really fit here anyway so it's not that big a sacrifice for me. I am the classic example of being one who can live here without being from here.) 

But for those who are clinging to the delusional hope that one day this world is finally going to be Utopia, and love, love, love, will one day prevail, that eventually humanity will at last rise up, all will be righted, all things safe will be instituted, all dangers eliminated... and we will be able to sail off into a good and perfect life, I am compelled to be the bearer of a transcendent truth. 

The day does come when those who refuse to see are blinded lest they see. It won't be the first time. The question outstanding is: will it be the last time?

For me, leaving things tidy would mean having my loved ones understand this plea - In case it is the last call, don't be one of those who refuses to see. 

Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

For Him,


Tuesday, April 13, 2021

The New Underground

To most thinking individuals, this sounds insane. Impossible. Irrational. Beyond the scope of common sense. Though I am the least of the least so certainly not the only one, I can say I saw this coming, even many years ago. 

At the turn of this century, I belonged to a forum of what was then known as 'preppers'. We gathered to discuss possibilities, Plan B, sharing information and places to search for learning basic survival skills in the event that the ITs were not able to repair the code in the software that basically runs the world before the bewitching midnight hour of 12/31/99.

I wasn't a Bug-Out-Bag-Build-A-Bunker prepper. I was more about gathering extra supplies to be able to stay safely out of the fray and learning how to cook in the dark. Last February, 2020, I had a flashback to my 'prepper days' when I watched normal humans become irrational animals fighting over the last package of toilet paper at the local grocery store. Humans are definitely predictable and it's why I am conditioned to try to stay a couple steps ahead of any current situation. It's a self preservation thing.

The Y2K Prepper forum attracted all sorts of folks from all over the world. It was mostly civil exchanges but one member, in particular, was a rabid atheist and had little tolerance for anyone saying anything that remotely referred to having faith. It was her opinion that all the ills of the world could be dumped onto the Christian religion. Any reference to Christianity, she would chime in with something snarky or snide and because most of the other forumites were not there to do battle, the topic/thread would soon die. I'm sure she felt smugly that she had won some points for the common good. 

Atheist -1 Christian - 0.

One day, a news article appeared that someone posted that referenced a Church in a small town having been destroyed by vandals. Without thinking it through, I posted that, one day, Christians, everywhere, would be persecuted and would likely have to resort to gathering secretly in homes and in caves as the first century Followers of the Way had to do to escape Roman persecution.

The Atheist, (I had a mental image of her smacking her lips and typing gleefully) posted her rebuttal. She said, "Please tell me any incidence of YOU being unable to practice your religion!"

I thought about it before I replied. I was torn between carrying on with examples of how it has been for more than 2000 years, including many places in other countries, at that moment, or cutting it short, choosing to not cast pearls before swine. In the end I took the middle road and replied:

"Christians are being murdered all over the world as I type this. Christians in China have to hide or be dragged off to reeducation camps. My comment was about the future of Christianity in the West, particularly in the US." 

I'm sure she had a pointy terse response but I didn't care what she thought by then I had said all I was going to. Perhaps someone else reading might have gotten a seed planted and that is really all that matters to me. You can lead a horse to water, the old saying goes...

I have finally concluded that what we are seeing happening, in real time, today, was predicted long ago which confirms for me that, indeed,  the day does come. Whether 2000 years or 20.

I've always thought that God, historically speaking, keeps a Remnant for Himself because He prefers to do the impossible with the least. But lately, as things have moved along to more Biblical prophesy unfolding before our eyes, I have to wonder, if God uses the least number to fulfill His will because it is easier to make things happen with a few hidden and thus more successfully working in silence than those actively visible - being out loud and therefore easy targets. Maybe it takes both and depends on personality type. In The Body, the eyes aren't required to do what the hand does, etc. My prepper history reveals that I, personally, prefer to stay working underground. :-)

Just a theory. I'm always pondering things. One thing I am not wondering about is whether or not what we are seeing happening is God allowing satan to have his way with us so that we can better discern the sheep from the goats. Who are His faithful Remnant? Those who keep the faith in spite of threat of death? Those who listen for the still small voice and choose to carry on regardless what the rest of the world is doing? Those who choose to say, 'no' to what looks very much like a way to mark us into a system? 

I do know that what we've been told in ancient prophecy, the End of Days. is not likely to look like or be exactly as we have come to expect for all the movies and fiction books put out. But, then again, we are also given permission to pay attention to the signs. It appears as though we are in the fictional Matrix but, in real life, we are truly in the edges of all out war on the Christian faith - world wide - not a book, movie or game show, so I'm thinking we need to consider being more aware and staying a couple steps ahead of the old predictions.

When a Christian congregation, in a Western country, that we share a border with, is forced to go underground so as to be able to gather to worship, I say, 'I'll take, What era did it become illegal to be a Christian? for 666, Alex."

I cannot help but wonder if that Atheist is still alive and would she loudly applaud hundreds of police guarding a fenced in church building in a country so near us. 

For Him,


ps - the following is a quote from Dave Ramsey, that I found to be a consummately accurate summary of what we see is happening, that also just happens to align with prophesy. 

The war with dark principalities has ramped up. 


"This morning, I realized that everything is about to change. No matter how I vote, no matter what I say, lives are never going to be the same.

I have been confused by the hostility of family and friends. I look at people I have known all my life so hate-filled that they agree with opinions they would never express as their own. I think that I may well have entered the Twilight Zone.

You can't justify this insanity. We have become a nation that has lost its collective mind.

We see other countries going Socialist and collapsing, but it seems like a great plan to us.

Somehow it's un-American for the census to count how many Americans are in America.

People who say there is no such thing as gender are demanding a female President.

Universities that advocate equality, discriminate against Asian-Americans in favor of African-Americans.

Some people are held responsible for things that happened before they were born, and other people are not held responsible for what they are doing right now.

Criminals are caught-and-released to hurt more people, but stopping them is bad because it's a violation of THEIR rights.

People who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves.

After legislating gender, if a dude pretends to be a woman, you are required to pretend with him.

It was cool for Joe Biden to "blackmail" the President of Ukraine, but it's an impeachable offense if Donald Trump inquiries about it.

People who have never been to college should pay the debts of college students who took out huge loans for their degrees.

Immigrants with tuberculosis and polio are welcome, but you'd better be able to prove your dog is vaccinated.

Irish doctors and German engineers who want to immigrate to the US must go through a rigorous vetting process, but any illiterate gang-bangers who jump the southern fence are welcomed.

$5 billion for border security is too expensive, but $1.5 trillion for "free" health care is not.

If you cheat to get into college you go to prison, but if you cheat to get into the country you go to college for free.

And, pointing out all this hypocrisy somehow makes us "racists"!

Nothing makes sense anymore, no values, no morals, no civility and people are dying of a Chinese virus, but it is racist to refer to it as Chinese even though it began in China.

We are clearly living in an upside-down world where right is wrong and wrong is right, where moral is immoral and immoral is moral, where good is evil and evil is good, where killing murderers is wrong, but killing innocent babies is right.

Wake up America. The great unsinkable ship Titanic America has hit an iceberg, is taking on water and sinking fast.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Easter 2021


So much to say. So much I have to/want to say. But it feels as though everything is jammed up in a long neck bottle turned upside down as I try desperately to shake it out.

I guess I'll start by saying, I don't recall Easter 2020. I have no memories of who of my family gathered together or what we ate. I can make assumptions based on our history. But on Easter Sunday last year, I was still grieving my sister's death on Palm Sunday, just seven days earlier. The covid hysteria had just begun to rev up and life as we knew it was teetering on the brink of falling over the edge. In spite of my sadness over my sister I was truly grateful she was beyond all the madness. Every dark cloud does truly have a silver lining.

But this year, having witnessed, first hand, the world slowly dissolve into chaos as the new normal, I am definitely reminded of quite a few Scriptures that seem to apply as current events unfold. 

Isaiah 5:20 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and                                        good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

Luke 12:52-56 For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. 53 The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. 54 And he said also to the people, When ye see a cloud rise out of the west, straightway ye say, There cometh a shower; and so it is. 55 And when ye see the south wind blow, ye say, There will be heat; and it cometh to pass. 56 Ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky and of the earth; but how is it that ye do not discern this time?

But, in the middle of it all, regardless how the daily headlines cleverly skew and twist the truth and thereby manipulate the narrative, regardless how easily so many fall for what is just a Great Delusion, there is a constant anyone who chooses to cling to, can. 

While Easter has long been plagiarized by those who also stole the true meaning of Christmas in the name of the god of commerce, one unchangeable truth remains: In spite of what mankind does or does not do, six words sum up all I really need to say:

It is finished. He is risen. 

Mother Eartha can say the rest for me.

For Him,