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Sunday, February 8, 2015

FORCED SURRENDER

FORCED SURRENDER IS NEVER

COMPLETE SURRENDER

My heart feels pain every time I see a policemen use heavy-handed tactics of punishment upon citizens. The young high school and college students of Hong Kong wisely chose a nonviolent approach to achieve their goal of political change. They were prepared for the beatings, the pepper spray, the arrests, and jail time that they knew would come from the hands of an evil regime.

Some might ask ---- What did they accomplish? They brought the world’s attention to the evils of a one-party political system. They re-opened old wounds as millions remembered the hardships they suffered at the hands of their oppressors for the cause of freedom. Their struggles also provided strength for other oppressed groups to continue their fight.

My blood runs cold when I realize that I have become a part of a world that stood by and did nothing as these young people were brutalized for the sake of democracy. But I find consolation in the fact that one day these victimized students will become parents and their children, even their grandchildren, will be taught the evils of oppression. Generation after generation will appear until one day the majority will be strong enough to overthrow their oppressors.

I hope there is a heaven, and I really hope there is a hell, because I believe that evil should be punished. I believe that every policeman who has used unwarranted acts of punishment upon innocent victims, and every slave owner who used a whip on the backs of indentured servants, or every soldier who participated in the Nazi death camps, will one day be held accountable for their deeds.

I’ve tried to imagine what it’s like when a policemen’s night stick cracks your skull or a slave owner’s whip strikes your back or what it’s like to control your anger while marching into a Nazi death camp. Yes, it’s true, I have sympathy for the oppressed, but I know that exploited citizens will rise again. The Nazi death camps increased the desire for living. The scars from the slave owner’s whips drew the maps to freedom. Prison cells have become the classrooms for smoker’s choice, and the voices of hate have shaped the keys that unlocked the closet doors for gays.

Oppression always provides the strength for the oppressed to win in the battle for freedom.

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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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FORCED SURRENDER

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