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Tuesday, February 23, 2021

BOUNTIFUL BLESSINGS

BOUNTIFUL BLESSINGS

There is no doubt; God has blessed the United States of America. Even though the white man brought barbaric, genocide to the American Indians; God blessed America. Even though, the white man treated African Americans with inhumane, atrocities; still God blessed America. Even though for decades the white man denied Civil Rights to LGBTQ individuals; God has continued to bless America. Even today with evil permeated within the hearts of America’s elected officials; God still blesses America. However, it is possible that even with God, there comes a time when enough is enough.

From the days of my youth all I ever planned for my life was to be involved in social activities that would benefit global societies. Religious cults such as, the Church of Christ, Southern Baptists, Methodists, and Pentecostal, through the absolute process of false indoctrination, took that spark of social improvement, and turned it into guilt and shame because I was a homosexual.

Even today, I have to control the streak of resentment that is in me when I watch these same religious cults support the likes of Marjorie Taylor Greene. I have to cap my anger when I see the same cults support Donald Trump, “the man of a million shames,” and the leader of the insurrection to overthrow the United States government. When I see so-called Christians give lip service to the likes of Lindsey Graham, I actually tremble to think that my country has strayed so far from the path of righteousness and rebuked the many blessings from the Almighty.

I am surprised that Lindsey Graham can walk upright because he has no backbone. He is a disgrace to America. He is a disgrace to the respected citizens of South Carolina. He is a universal disgrace to all men. He is a disgrace to masculinity, and he is the one person that even the gay communities will not claim. All Lindsey can do is crawl up the legs of Donald Trump and mix and mingle with all the dirty, sinking, garbage that makes Donald Trump tick. Or he can crawl like a snake and lick the boots of Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin. Donald Trump and Lindsey Graham are a disgrace to the human race and should be placed in a category outside that of humans.

But of course, those are only two. It is hard to define what went wrong with America, but a generation of spineless, jellyfish has placed America in an episode of degradation unbelievably compared to the men and women who made America great. It is doubtful that the Democrats will be able to solve the great divide that separates the two major political parties. But if the Democrats do not take the “hard-line approach” during the two year period of control, a democratic government will be lost forever.

It is evident that the modern day Republican Party is determined to retain “White Man Control” even if it takes a white dictator. The “bully on the playground approach” means that if they cannot control the country, they will destroy it. How sad is the ignorance of man? This proves what I have written about so much, the uncontrollable addiction to “greed and power,” will destroy the human race.

The United States is a nation that is suffering in all aspects of social injustices. It has been repeated many times through out history that God poured numerous blessing on individuals and nations, to have those who have been blessed turn their backs on God. America is a nation baptized in hatred; glorified in prejudice; emerged in bigotry; and drowning with White Supremacy.

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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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BOUNTIFUL BLESSINGS

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