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WHEN A CHILD IS TAUGHT THAT WRONG IS RIGHT...

WHEN A CHILD IS TAUGHT THAT WRONG IS RIGHT…

(I realize that Republicans refuse to read one word that I write. I also have heard from some of my great nephews and nieces that they are not allowed to read any of my writings. This is disappointing; however, I realize that the present does not represent the future.)

I was raised in the Bible Belt of a deep, Southern, state. There was never one word spoken to me by my father, a Sunday school teacher, or a public school teacher, concerning proper sexual relations. All I ever heard about sex came from the pulpit. Starting at a very young age I heard multiple sermons about homosexuality. Those sermons planted vivid thoughts in my brain that a same-sex relationship was punishable by eternal, burning in hell. Now as an adult, I think back and it seems strange that I heard absolutely no sermons about pre-marital sex, multiple sexual experiences, rapist, lying, cheating, or adultery. Then as now, the evangelical church elevated homosexuality as the worse of all sins.

When children are taught that wrong is right and right is wrong, disappointing things happen. The evangelical church is now reaping the harvest of sowing the seeds of evil. American Christianity has reached its lowest ebb. A fragile religion, turned on a dime, and allowed evil to become its leader. Presently, the church is still supporting a man who has had the greatest influence of evil, on American citizens, than any other individual in American history. I do not bit my tongue when I name the man, Donald J. Trump. It is still a possibility that he is going to overthrow American democracy and set himself up as the dictator, and foolish Americans are going to allow it.

The power struggle in America’s political system is driven by straight white men. They have a long history of disrespecting everyone but themselves. Powerful white American men have for decade’s disrespected women, Native American Indians, African Americans, Latinos, and LGBTQ individuals. It is unbelievable that many in those groups, who have been victims, continue to support the political party that leads in the disrespect.

What Democrats must remember, it is impossible to compromise with the devil without dipping elbows in evil. There is only one way out of the mess that Republicans have caused Americans, and that is the complete overthrow of the present day Republican Party.

Like millions of other gay Americans, I stepped outside of the United States in search of a better life, and I immediately found it. I was fed up with being disrespected and being called all the “homophobic slur names” used by many straight Americans. I was tired of the physical abuse and being denied professional advancement because of doubts concerning homosexuality.

Those who poured “hell fire and brimstone” down my throat as a child are now being challenged by a doctrine that was so weak that they immediately jumped in bed with the devil seeking success, but resulting in an evil that threatens to overthrow America’s democracy. The stupid thing about all of this is, if the overthrow is successful, they will be left without a country and without the freedom of choice in religion. So go ahead and support a dictator and make yourself the perfect example of “jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.”

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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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