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Monday, April 29, 2019

HOLD MY TONGUE

HOLD MY TONGUE

When I wake up each morning I have to ask God to hold my tongue to keep me from saying things to Donald Trump supporters that, even though are true, would not be helpful in solving the political chaos that is facing America. I refuse to put in print what I really think of those who will not accept the truth about a political leader. I need the grace of God to control my anger when I realize the damage these people are doing to America’s democratic process.

However, I believe that there will come a time when they will read and hear an actual description of what this lost generation has done, and it will come from the children of tomorrow. It will be the future generation who will write the real pages of American history. They will tell the story of a narrow-minded generation of Confederate led Christians who supported an evil regime that nearly destroyed America’s democracy.

It is still doubtful that the United States will survive this horror story that has invaded America’s political scene. American democracy is on life support and is fighting for survival. Nevertheless, with reprisals from my own family, I still say it is a disgrace what the last administration has done to America. I find it difficult to say mildly what I know to be true. I find no other way to say to adults than, you will follow the devil into the pits of hell, because you are too stupid to discern for yourself what is right and what is wrong. You fail to realize that every move Donald Trump and his administration have made is to undermine America’s democracy.

If US democracy survives it be will be because of the mid-term election of 2018 and the hopes for the election of 2020. The only path forward for democracy is the election of 2020. America’s democracy is in danger and hangs in the balance between honesty and dishonesty. Never in the history of mankind have there been more dishonest elected officials than in America’s political system today. If democracy fails; today’s generation will be cursed by future generations and rightfully so.

One hundred years from now historians will still be trying to explain how those who called themselves Christians supported the most corrupt administration in America’s history. The biggest mistake in all of world history will be from a nation of people who inherited the best form of government known to mankind, but gave it up for a wannabe authoritarian fool.

No longer can this tongue stay silent. I have a dog in this fight and it is to do everything in my power to see that every boy and girl, regardless of financial status, regardless of skin color, or sexual orientation, has the same opportunity for success that I had. I believe with all my heart that America’s best leaders are yet to be born, and I am determined to see that they will be born in a free America.

It makes no difference what you have to say about me, for I too, have come from the valley to the mountain top. I am a living witness to what free people can accomplish. I know what my forefathers meant when they endorsed the inscription on the Statue of Liberty, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free… I will lift my lamp inside the golden door.” (American poet—Emma Lazarus)

There is absolutely no substitute 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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HOLD MY TONGUE

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