Conspiracy Theory: Cancer Shocker!

You wanna talk Conspiracy Theory? Ok, let’s talk about how the US Government is in league with the Tobacco Companies and our Doctors in this “wonderful” nation. Yeah, the Government grants the business licenses to the Tobacco companies, and the Tobacco Companies make the Cigarettes, which consumers get hooked on, causing them shortness of breath which leads to terminal lung cancer, which leads to Doctors to form the American Lung Cancer Society, which prints out the labels on the cigarette packages, which states the obvious!

Now instead of banning the sales of cigarettes, or raising the prices to the point that it would be prohibitive to even obtain them on the streets, or making them illegal, which will definately cause an uproar, the Government raises the cost of medical drugs to the point that only the richest of the richest men/women can afford them, medical drugs that only HELP, but do not CURE such diseases as Cancer.

We SHOULD stop looking for a cure for lung cancer, because the cure is right there in front of us: between our fingers and our lips. We need to BAN Cigarette Smoking, Tobacco AND even “Medical Marijuna”.

I promise you, that the day that we take a stand, that’s the day that we live happier, healthier, and more fullfilling lives. A life where maybe, perhaps, God willing, we shall see our grandchildren graduate high school, or better yet, college, or some other big deal!

Of Gluttony and Starvation

I was absolutely horrified and disgusted. It made me sick to my stomach. I wanted nothing more than to vomit out the news story I had just read- to purge it from my eyes and memory. But some things, once read, cannot be unread. Let me explain, with the hope that all who read this can walk away with a new perspective…

Betsey Stephens was a helpless 22 day old baby. She had no capability to provide for herself. She had no capability to feed herself. She could in no way care for herself. She NEEDED her parents to be parents. Yet on that dark day of December 23, 2013- right before the most joyous holiday for any child- she met a most horrendous of fates. She was left unprotected from an enemy that sought her life in the most cruel of fashions. An enemy that sought to devour her, to engulf her in pain. This enemy caught her in his clutches, and she suffered for hours before succumbing to his evil plot to end her. And so it was that the sweet baby Betsey passed away at the hand of the great wickedness known as Starvation.

We have all seen how cruel Starvation is. We have seen how he makes his victims suffer. We have seen how he breaks them before taking their life. And we know that he usually comes with great poverty. This would leave us to assume that perhaps the undoing of this child was, in part, due to Starvation’s companion of the Less Fortunate. Perhaps little Betsey met her demise as her parents struggled to make ends meet. Oh, if only it were a heroic story of parents sacrificing of themselves for her sake, in hopes of her survival. But, no… There were no heroes here. There was no father willing to protect her. There was no mother wrapping loving arms around her. In fact, the hungry child died-alone.

She lay in the tormenting grip of Starvation, very much alone; all while her “parents” feasted at an endless buffet. While her stoma h screamed in empty pain, their stomachs bloated with too much food. How ironic that while she died from lack, those very minutes her parents were suffering the effects of gluttoney. And so I ask, who was more cruel- Starvation? Or the child’s parents?

The story is shocking. We would all rise up in condemnation of these parents. We would decry what they have done, our faces twisted in horror at what they have done. But another question must be asked… Should we be surprised? Look around you. We live in a society that craves love, yet the only love most seem willing to invest in is the love of self. We sacrifice daily and repeatedly for the love of self. We value not just our lives, but our wants and desires far above the needs of even those we claim to be close to. The truth is, we are more than willing to help others- unless it requires denying ourself of something we feel we deserve.

We are a selfish society. It shows in our spending. It shows in our time spent. It shows in our gluttoney. And then we are shocked when the innocent suffer as a direct result of the guilty’s self love. But why? Why are we horrified? Why are we shocked?

We must come to grips with this reality: our society is on a crash course with self destruction. We need to wake up and stop being so obsessed with ourselves. Despite what we would like to believe, the universe does not revolve around us. We are surrounded by people who are sick and dying; don’t you think it’s time to separate ourselves from the endless feeding trough buffet of selfish desires and reach out with true love? Isn’t it time to stop throwing used band-aids at wounded people and take the time to offer true and complete healing?

Let us be clear on something: we may all stand and condemn the parents of Betsey Stephens; but unless we starve our own gluttony, unless we remove the idol of self from our hearts, we are not much better…

Rushing God!

Too much food yesterday in too short of a time. Honestly there was so much food, I am not sure I had a bite of everything there was. That and the fact that I am a fast eater. While there were leftovers, somehow it doesn’t feel the same as eating on Thanksgiving. While I am normally thankful on Thanksgiving, and every other day, yesterday didn’t seem right; the Spirit wasn’t really there.

Of course, there was a message in there from God for the church. “Quick and Easy” is how we want things today, but it’s only when we take the time to savor our relationship with God that we get our daily bread. I am not talking about our morning, or evening time with God, just saying that hopefully that’s not how God views our relationship with Him. We do still want God to act when we want Him to act…which is like Instant Mashed Potatoes…pretty quick, but God’s time isn’t necessarily our time.  As I was reading the story of Abraham and Sarah, it occurred to me that we may have to definitely wait a while for God’s promises to take action.

I think that if we always rushed things along we won’t be too satisfied with the end result. I remember plenty of times during the times I held down a job where if either I or my customer wasn’t happy with the end result because the job was rushed, neither walked away with a good feeling about the situation.

Is God happy with our progress and promptness? Better yet, are we happy with God’s timing?

The race to win isn’t always won by pure speed. It takes the simple wisdom of a tortoise, and the foolishness of a rabbit to learn this. But then, even the rabbit took it’s time.

What do you think?

The Burning Lesson Of Ferguson

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It was undeniably the most important decision of his young life. As he reached into the box, he had an important choice that would forever alter the course of his future, the course of his family’s future, and the actions of a nation. It would have been easy to just walk away; to just be another average customer. But that is not what he wanted. We will never know why- why he gave in to temptation. We will only know the great tragedy that followed. It was in that critical moment he went from just another young man buying a cigar- to a household name throughout the 50 states. And while everyone debates over conflicting eyewitness testimony and use of force; it is undeniable that every scenario comes down to this brief moment in time, to this one breath, to this one slight of hand- when Michael Brown chose to steal.

It is the one constant that everyone seems to be overlooking. He committed robbery. This robbery led to a report being filed with a description of the suspect. The report and the description led to the confrontation between the police officer and Michael Brown. That moment led to heartbreak, anger, outrage…

Now, we can set fires all day in response to the results of the confrontation- but the simple truth is, if Michael Brown had not decided to break the law, if he had walked a different path- it would have been just another day. And at the end of that day, he would not be dead.

I do not say this to make light of the tragedy. No matter what the truth is of the situation, no one wins. Mr. and Mrs. Brown must live with the pain no parent should have to bear. The police officer, whether justified or not in the shooting, must carry with him the face of a young man whose life he ended. The city must struggle to rebuild the loss inflicted on innocent bystanders- a loss given to them by thugs whose only desire is violence. And a nation must attempt to heal from the trumped up charge of racism by those who seek to divide.

But the hard truth is that at the foundation of all of those bricks of tragedy is Michael Brown’s decision to take what did not belong to him. I don’t think any of us would have ever guessed that the cost of a handful of stolen cigars would be so high…

When all is said and done, when fires are finally left to smolder out, there is only one real lesson to learn from the burning of Ferguson. It is not that police officers are some form of tyrannical beasts that must be beaten into submission. It is not that all black teens are nothing more than street thugs. It is not that the criminal justice system is defiled and corrupt. It is not that blacks hate whites or that whites hate blacks. No- the only lesson is that every decision we make has consequences, far reaching consequences that affect more than just ourselves.

We must learn to think about the choices we make before we implement them. We must consider how our actions will impact the lives of others. We must decide to put the needs of others above our own selfish desires- especially when those desires come at great cost to those around us. And we must realize our own responsibility when exercising our free will in choice. It is truly my hope that we put down the torches and the hate, that we learn to take responsibility for our actions, that we choose our paths carefully, and that we clothe ourselves in love for others.

It is my prayer that we would seek the peace of God over the violence of men, that we would consider the effects of our choices, and be wise with what little time we have. Because the greatest tragedy in all of this, the greatest heartbreak in all this ash, would be if we walked away only having learned how to better launch flaming arrows at one another…

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Holding On To the Past

When I was a child I grew to love all the people that surrounded me each and every day. Whether it was family, friends, or even strangers turned into friends. Even today, as I grow older, I still love to meet new people. I remember one time, early on, being full of so many dreams and desires for my later years when I used to dream of building a huge mansion…a mansion with over 150 rooms or so, with the additional land and capabilities of adding even more. I mean, it was a pretty big mansion, and many of the rooms were empty.  This was done so that one day all my family, friends, and loved ones could live under the same roof, close to one another, and being there for each other.

Even today, that’s still a dream. But reality steps in and I realize that such a mansion is only a dream that almost no one can fulfill. The reasoning is that having a close relationship early on in life does not guarantee that those same people, who are in your life at an early age, are most likely not going to be there for very long. Things happen: misunderstanding, patience gone thin, lies, death, bitterness, and love being overshadowed by intense hate. Separation.

Rarely do family and friends last long. It’s supposed to be that family stays, and friends come and go. But bitterness and anger last a very long time, even beyond death. Is it possible to carry hate and sin with us into the beyond? The more I witness in this short life, the more I am convinced that it’s entirely possible, but dying with ongoing hate and sin guarantees our destination is not going to be what we expected. In fact, going to the grave with un forgiveness and bitterness almost guarantees your final destination will be a hot one.

We are supposed to live our lives with no regrets. That’s called living a compliant life. But so many don’t have that, no matter how much they want it. Maybe we could call it pride, self-serving, or any number of things. But we are instructed never to look back at what we had. There may be many reasons not to look back, but I believe that one of them is that when we don’t have the discipline, we can look back and pull the things that were past into the present. And that’s not always going to work our benefit.

As Christians, we are to ditch the old things, and move forward into the new. But we can’t budge if we are still holding on to the grudge.

Am I Really Evil?

It’s almost that time of year. The time that people put on all sorts of weird clothes, plastic mask, makeup, and their own fun fantasies. I heard last year that Halloween has become the highest selling holiday, taking over Christmas. Now I can’t really say that I am not pleased with that statement. A part of me cringes when I think back to the money I used to spend on Christmas gifts to my family, and on myself especially. The thought draws deep blood in that so many times I was in “dire straits” for lack of what to get my loved ones. Sure, they had their ideas, but I was, and still am, completely clueless as what to get a person who has everything? This isn’t really about Christmas though. It’s about the day that is highly feared among many church attending, straight and narrow Christians: Halloween.halloween children

Even at the ripe old age of 48, I still adore all the things about what Halloween has become: a day meant for our innocent children, to dress up as a spooky monster, or even an adorable princess. Our little Batmans, Turtles, Princesses…whatever the newest craziness is… for them it’s fun, and there’s no harm in the costumes, neither is there harm going door to door and coming home with a bag full of candy, which our parents (or is that us?) willingly dig into themselves sometimes?

Of course, I stopped dressing up in a costume a long time ago…after I stopped going to the nightclubs for their Halloween parties. I still decorate our house for Halloween myself. I put out some old cobwebs, fog machine, lights, old skeleton. I don’t dwell on the horror stories that many Bible-Thumping, Holier than Though Christians speak of that happened long ago. These same Christians speak of pagans that worship deities that existed long ago. They claim that by celebrating Halloween, many Christians today are worshipping those same deities. The weakness to that age old argument is that I know Who I truly worship! And yes, the One whom I worship does indeed require human sacrifice: but not one of blood, not one of flesh, but a human sacrifice of the spiritual man. God wants our hearts, minds, souls, spirits. He wants our service, our thoughts, our deeds. …God wants it all. God has never looked at the outer man. If God did look at the outer man, I am afraid that the church would be full of elaborate painted masks and outfits. By celebrating the modern day Halloween I don’t go around casting spells, or charming snakes, or flying on a broom stick. I don’t go around sacrificing innocent children, or other victims. I don’t even attend a huge bonfire out in the desert or wilderness somewhere. As a Christian confronting another Christian who desires to correct me, chastise, and even rebuke me for celebrating Halloween with all its costumes, fun, party atmosphere because it leads back to paganism, I’d like them to point out the exact similarities between what happened many, many centuries ago, verses what is going on today. I would point out that the only “doors” that are being opened are doors of having fun and enjoying one day out of the year. I’d also like to point out to them that there are just as many people/Christians who wear masks on a daily basis, hiding the old dead bones that lay beneath. Old dead bones that the Spirit of God desires to breath new life into….every single day.

Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. Matthew 26:41

How to Preserve a Halloween Jack o Lantern

I hate to spend the time digging into a pumpkin yanking out it’s guts, carving it’s face only to have it mold and rot the next day. But according to this little article I found, it doesn’t have to be that way:

Your carved pumpkin or Halloween jack o lantern doesn’t have to rot or mold before Halloween! Here is how to use chemistry to preserve a jack o lantern so that it will last for weeks instead of days.

  1. Mix up a preservative solution for your carved pumpkin consisting of 2 teaspoons of household bleach per gallon of water.
  2. Fill a sink, bucket, or tub with enough of the bleach solution to totally immerse the carved jack o lantern. Place the jack o lantern in the bleach mixture right after you have finished carving it. Soak the carved pumpkin for 8 hours or overnight.
  3. Remove the pumpkin from the liquid and allow it to air dry. Spray the pumpkin inside and outside with a commercial pumpkin preservative or use your own mixture, consisting of 1 teaspoon of bleach in water. Spray the pumpkin once daily, to prevent the growth of bacteria and mold.
  4. Smear petroleum jelly on all of the cut surfaces of the pumpkin. This will prevent the pumpkin from drying out and getting that puckered, shriveled look.
  5. Protect the jack o lantern from sun or rain, since one will dry the pumpkin out, while the other will promote the growth of mold. If possible, refrigerate your jack o lantern when it’s not in use.

How It Works

Bleach is dilute sodium hypochlorite, an oxidizer that kills microorganism that decay the pumpkin, including mold, fungi, and bacteria. You need to reapply it because it loses its effectiveness fairly quickly. The petroleum jelly locks in moisture so the jack o lantern doesn’t get dehydrated.

Now that you know how to keep it fresh, make a science Halloween jack o lantern.

When Things Go Wrong

My second post in a month! I must be happy again! 🙂

I was attempting to upgrade my cable modem tonight. My service provider informed me of a newer modem which they shipped out to me, so tonight I connected it with the cable and the wires and the power. I thought I was done and turned my computer on to find that I had no internet service and I also had no phone service either.

Panic set in…because I could do without immediate internet, but phone service is critical.

So being the tech I am I broke down and using my cel phone called my service provider’s technical support.The very kind English speaking American had me up and running in no time.

In this life we live things can go wrong. It doesn’t matter if they are big things or little things. I was reminded that whatever the situation we should always remember that God is in control. When we need help, He is there. He is only a call away!

Have a great and everyday. And give thanks always to the Lord!