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...AND GOD LOOKED AT HIS CREATION ...

…AND GOD LOOKED AT HIS CREATION

…AND SHOOK HIS HEAD

Even God must be scratching his head on this one and saying what happened to this so-called perfect creation. He provided Americans with special blessings with the sole purpose of showing the world what free people can accomplish. But before a government could even be established the greed of the white man set in. He couldn’t wait to establish a government that would legalize the institution of slavery. He couldn’t wait to declare man’s dominion over women. He couldn’t wait to control all the lands that belonged to American Indians and exercise genocide over the entire race regardless of the cost of human lives.

The economic system of capitalism is designed to advance the White Man’s greed. You have heard the saying, “give a man an inch and he will take a mile,” well, give a White Man a dollar and he will try to control the entire monetary system. Not only that, but he will do anything necessary to gain and keep control.

The greed that sustains the economic system has entered the portals of the evangelical church. Preachers have discovered the importance of the almighty dollar. They have also learned that bringing in more people produces more dollars and preaching popular subjects brings in masses of populations. One of two things has happened; either preachers have failed to read the Bible, that they hold up as the most sacred of all books, or they have become expert Biblical cherry pickers. They have omitted such scriptures as “be sure your sins will find you out” or “ye shall know the truth.” They have failed to inform parishioners about the time when Jesus over threw the money changers in the Temple.

The USA has developed an immoral society. The Christian Church needs to generate a major campaign in the teachings of morality. It seems as if American Christians do not know that “The Good Book” condemns liars. Never in American history have so many people been able to stand flat-footed and with a straight face, lie to thousands of people. This is the biggest break down of morality in the history of mankind.

Americans have moved into a New Era where “Actual Facts,” are replaced with “Alternative Facts. Within a matter of a few years lying has become an acceptable social behavior. Apparently, if a lie is told to protect the president, then lying is okay! The extent to which American Christians have gone to protect the lies of the president is one of the most bizarre occurrences in world history. Authoritative worship has popularized Christian adulation. In America’s social circles lying has become as common as taking a drink of water, and is an acceptable facet within Christian doctrine.

However, there is a pay day coming to America, and we better hope that we are not around to see it. The writing is flashing on the wall! There are thousands of chickens yet to come home to roost, and this home-coming is going to be one of the worst in recorded history. America has followed the same footsteps of other great civilizations that failed in utter defeat. American governmental leaders have taken PRIDE in discrimination. Dishonesty has been made honorable, and the elite have been able to break the law and suffer no consequences. God is not pleased! When the blessings were granted, the people choose to worship the orange statue of riches, rather than God, the giver of the blessings. Many times in history God has allowed man to dig his own grave, and when God has had enough his wrath comes down hard and complete.

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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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