WordsfromMr.D.com: January 2020

Sunday, January 26, 2020

WHEN I'M DANCING WITH THE ANGELS

WHEN I’M DANCING WITH THE ANGELS

After a period of silence, I would like to make my position very clear. I want to make sure that when, “I’m dancing with the angels,” I will be able to say that I did every thing possible to expose a con-artist to my family and friends. It astounds the souls of honest citizens the mockery Donald Trump and his followers have made of American laws. America has only scratched the surface of what this is doing to the morality of America’s youths.

Americans were provided with blessings that made the United States the greatest nation on the planet. However, those blessings have been turned into a reign of evil in the form of greed, lying, and a lust for power. That reign of terror has now accelerated to the point that America is being governed by a gang of outlaws.

America

is heading for serious internal problems in which many seemly have no desire to solve. The political gap between the Democrat and Republican Parties has become so wide that it may never be closed. And if this is true, it means that the United States will go down the path of all other great empires, ----- decline, decline, decline, until there is nothing left but a mound of ashes. God grant this not to be so! It is a thousand times better to get along with each other than to go to war with each other. Once a nation is destroyed by internal conflicts it is then too late to be sorry.

I am compelled with a message for Donald Trump supporters. There is a part of me that pities the inept intelligence in the inability of some Americans to recognize a con-artist when there is so much evidence to confirm the obvious. However, on the other hand, it stirs anger in me to accept the knowledge of what this is doing to the future generations of Americans.

At the very least, it is a fact that Donald Trump and his followers operate as a gang of outlaws. Non-acceptance of this fact asserts a brainwashed individual who is a member of one of the largest political cults in history. I am proud to announce that a different blood flows through my veins. It is a blood that is rich with respect for my fellowman; a blood that reflex’s the beauty that is in all colors of skin; a blood that is filled with acceptance of all genders of humans, and a blood that flows with the liquidity of freedom.

There is something bad wrong when numerous Americans allow their minds to be controlled by a political cult that is in direct opposition to a democracy. The only hope in keeping America’s democracy intact is that honest voters turn out in large numbers in November 2020, and vote against the communist cult that has taken over the Republican Party.

I feel fortunate that I have been able to turn the pages of history to learn that all dictators, have been madmen, with an overwhelming desire for power, and without any sympathy for their constituents. It is of great concern that some citizens, who have experienced freedoms, would sacrifice personal freedoms for an authoritative government. I am also proud that I have been endowed by my creator with a brain that is activated with the desire for freedom, and a blood that is reddened with the determination not to settle for anything less.

“When we’re dancing with the angels, the question will be asked, in 2019, what did we do to make sure we kept our democracy intact?”
Rep. Elijah Cummings, Oct.17, 2019.

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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Sunday, January 26, 2020

WHEN I'M DANCING WITH THE ANGELS

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