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Friday, July 28, 2017

ONCE IS NEVER ENOUGH

ONCE IS NEVER ENOUGH

The dictator, Adolf Hitler, made many mistakes but his greatest mistake was to think that he could annihilate an entire race of people from the planet. He badly miscalculated that many Jewish adults would escape to other parts of the world and would continue to produce off-springs. It may be hard to believe but even today there are those who advocate that all LGBT individuals be terminated. But once again a major miscalculation has occurred.

UNICEF reports that 353,000 babies are born each day around the world. This report also confirms that from that group at least 3,500 will be LGBT babies. Therefore, it makes little difference how many gays are killed today; within a 24 hour period the gay lifestyle will be replenished. These LGBT babies will grow up to be more intelligent, more outspoken, and more determined, to live a life outside the restrictions of a closed door closet. It is good news for the gay community to report to Donald Trump, Mike Pence, Franklin Graham, Mike Huckabee, Ted Cruz, and Pat Robertson, that LGBT individuals will be alive and well long after they are six feet under.

And to those who claim to be a part of the LGBT community and support the homophobic administration of Donald Trump, Mike Pence, and Jeff Sessions, you are a disgrace to your own people. You support the decades of physical abuse suffered by LGBT students on high school and college campuses across America. You support the verbal abuse endured by LGBT children by teachers, preachers, political leaders, and parents. You deny the courage of the thousands of LGBT individuals who gave their lives in order that we, who are alive today, can exist. There has never been less of a man than one who will abandon his own people in order to stay with the popular crowd. No less of a man ever existed than one who is ashamed to stand with those of his own kind.

When an individual supports the abuse of any minority he becomes less of a human and more of a creature. The world is filled with creatures that claim to be human but are worse than the most vicious wild animals in the depths of the jungle. At least they kill only for food and not for pleasure. May the God of the universe grant mercy upon a generation of creatures who have totally obliterated the reality of what it means to be a real human.

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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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ONCE IS NEVER ENOUGH

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