WordsfromMr.D.com: June 2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

A MUSTARD SEED OF HATE

A MUSTARD SEED OF HATE

The Bible teaches that FAITH the size of a mustard seed can remove mountains. The Bible also teaches that a small grain of HATE can create a mountain of disasters. One seed of hate planted in the mind of a child results in terrible outcomes. Americans live in fear that has been created by hate, but most Americans refuse to address the root of the problem. Every day a political leader, a television evangelist, or a preacher advocates some form of hate that is detrimental to the entire society, but particularly the young.

America’s children are taught, not only to respect, but to believe the voice that comes from the pulpit. But time and time again history has proved that pulpit voices have been wrong. It was only a short time ago that preachers were using the Bible to uphold the doctrine of slavery. Today, we realize that slavery was wrong and that the teaching of hate based on skin color is an unethical mistake. It is that same principle of hate that is used to tarnish the minds of America’s youth concerning sexual orientation.

It is sad to see that many young men and women have allowed the seed of hate to grow into an act of violence that has destroyed the lives of many innocent citizens. It is hard to imagine what America would be if the abilities of those destroyed by hate had been used in helpful activities for the good of mankind.

Today, America is experiencing the catastrophic results of hate, and the lessons have not been learned. Religious and political leaders are still planting the seeds of hate and citizens are suffering the consequences. It is important that the eyes of hate mongers be opened so they can see the damages they have caused—and the mouths of those proclaiming hate be forever closed—so that innocent ears will never again be influenced by the voices of destruction.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

EXOTIC MALE GO-GO SHOW

THE WORLD’S FIRST EXOTIC MALE GO-GO SHOW

Excitement is the real spice of life. There is a deep rooted desire in all men to discover that which has never been discovered, or to experience that which has never been experienced, or to see that which has never been seen. It was this kind of excitement that drove the first white men to trek through the jungle to see a sight that Western eyes had never seen.

It was a welcome relief for the few Western explorers to find an opening in the tropical rain forest and gaze upon a circle of jungle boys dancing in the moonlight. A group of well-defined, dark-skinned boys, dancing in careful choreographed movements to the beat of jungle drums was the world’s first exotic male go-go show. The special guests from the West had never seen young boys dancing in the nude and proudly displaying all parts of the human body.

There were moon beams and fire flames, but nothing could distract the seductive visions that dominated the on-lookers eyes. The sounds of jungle drums created a sexual arousal that was met with no shame by the primitive tribesmen. But the frenzy of excitement that came from the performance of jungle boys dancing by the light of the moon was more than the eyes of the Western visitors could have ever expected.

Forbidden by some and enhanced by others, men and women still have the desire to see exotic male dancers. That is why young men in tight fitting jockey shorts perform in both straight and gay bars. Those who are successful support families, pay for college tuition, and start businesses. In many societies go-go dancing is an honorable profession where young boys grow up aspiring to be exotic performers.

It is regretful that some have imposed self-restrictions that prevent a full scale of happiness. Nevertheless, there will always be those individuals who have the desire to take an occasional walk on the wild side, and there will always be those paid professionals who are willing to satisfy those desires.

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AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS

I have written a book that tells the story of a famous, country preacher during the years of my growing up experiences in Louisiana. The church was the center of social activities, and this particular young boy spent many hours attending church services. In this book I not only relate some of the popular sermons preached by Brother Myers, but I also give examples of some things that happened in the church that were comical. For example, there was one night, during a serious sermon, that a big, bug got entangled in the hair of one of the sisters. To a nine year old boy comical reactions followed. That same bug began to dip down into the hair of other ladies in the congregation. Many interpreted their reactions as spirit-filled moments, but others saw the bug and knew the real story.

I also tell the story of the yellow jacket that got caught up under the skirt of Miss Nellie on one particular Sunday morning church service. Once again many thought that Miss Nellie’s actions were spirit-filled, but others knew that a yellow jacket was of the stinging type. The most exciting story that I describe is when Sister Simmons shouted during the annual church revival. Regular church members had learned to dodge the bobby pins that flew like bullets through the church when she performed her famous “head jerk,” procedure.

At the end the book I retell the story of White Sunday. It is an emotional story about an African Americn lady who wanted nothing more than her children to learn about Jesus Christ. So she asked permission for her family to attend a white church and sit on the back row. The act of having to ask permission and being forced to sit on the bank row disturbs me even until this day. This reminds me of present day evangelical Christianity, when a gay man is refused membership to a white church. Or when church members refuse to sit by same-sex couples in church, or when a sign is posted on the church door that says, same-sex couples not welcome.

From the beginning of evangelical Christianity in America, very little real Christianity has been portrayed. It is hard to imagine Jesus denying anyone the privilege of listening to his sermons. I speak with disgust, because it still gets under my skin that as a child I was brainwashed to take part in such unchristian edicts.

Moving from my soap box, I hope that many of you will read and be blessed by the book entitled, AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS. The book can be ordered from Amazon.com and is part of my religious series.

GOOD MORNING CLASS

The vast majority of the world’s population has spent time in a classroom. Some of that time was interesting but most of the time was boring, some of the time was informative but most was a waste of time. The book GOOD MORNING CLASS is interesting, informative, and at times, emotional. Teachers, parents, and students, can benefit from the information contained within this book.

Most adults have an interest in what goes on inside the classroom. Parents have special concerns that their children are being taught by qualified professional teachers. This book proves what can be accomplished when a professional steps inside a classroom. Professionalism is required for a teacher to create an interesting environment for learning in a classroom filled with thirty or more diverse students. A professional is also required in maintaining order and establishing an informative environment conducive for learning.

Substitute teachers have a more difficult task engaging students in something other than what students call “busy work.” GOOD MORNING CLASS is a story of one day in the life of a substitute teacher who was determined to employ students in some kind of constructive learning other than busy work. In so doing he faced rudeness, criticism, and slander, which he handled in a professional manner. In the end, he gained respect from most of the students and managed to maintain a learning environment.

IT'S NOT ME

IT’S NOT ME

Mirror, mirror, answer me,
who is this strange face that I see?
Could it be someone I don’t know,
a different person in a different show?

For Father Time has not stopped,
the hands have moved around the clock,
And now I look and can barely see
the strange face that stares back at me.

But when I look deep into those eyes,
I see the roads and remember the miles.
I see the paths that I have crossed,
and remember the friends who paid the cost.

I read the signs along the way
and heard the many voices say,
so fast the time, so fast the years,
over distance meadows, and rolling hills.

Sunsets, sunrises, I have seen,
many happy times were meant for me.
But death did knock on my front door,
and say to me, “Time is no more.”

The creepy crawlers in the night,
came and tried to take my life.
But I awoke and cried out loud,
“This white sheet is not my shroud!”

There are too many places I’ve never been
and too many faces I’ve never seen.
Great bodies of water I have crossed,
and in a land of needy there were coins to toss.

I’ve talked with the living and held hands with the
dead,
And listened to the spirits play games in my head.
I’ve spoken in languages I did not understand,
and made peace with myself, in a far away land.

I’ve seen people with hands out needing coins to eat,
and watched hunger devour that wasn’t so neat.
I’ve seen people made happy with so little it seemed,
and I’ve learned great lessons about material things.

So if Father Time should say to me,
a little more time I give to thee.
I will use that time preciously.

But if I’m walking my last mile,
I will walk proud and I’ll wear a smile.
“If it’s minutes, if it is hours, if it is days…
I don’t know.”
But one thing’s for certain I’ve enjoyed the show.

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Monday, June 22, 2015

A MUSTARD SEED OF HATE

Sunday, June 7, 2015

EXOTIC MALE GO-GO SHOW

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