three hundred seventy three

 WHERE ARE THE VOICES OF REASON?

Words of division, hatred and panic have dominated our media for decades. Television, social media, podcasts, radio and print media spew a constant stream of gloom and doom hair on fire alarmism.


Through-out our nations history we have had leaders who understood the mood of the people. I don't know if it is bad polling, the Twitter mob, shadow government or they just don't care. Today the mood of the people is just a line in a speech.

Great leaders in the past were the calming voice. They actually cared about the average citizen, their fears, hopes and dreams. They took time out of politics and told us the truth, good or bad. They tried to build and heal not divide and destroy. These men have made their mark on history because of this. Our leaders today build their legacies on sand, over time they will only be remembered for their destruction.

Every politician, media outlet, corporation or so called environmental or human rights organization blames, divides and stirs hatred. No voice of reason is immune from attack. Slander, censorship and physical threats quickly silence or discredit them. 

The only thing that will change is is a public willing to put down their smart phones, open their ears, hearts and minds to hear the truth. So far each calming voice that has gained an audience has been destroyed or discredited. 


The truth can be hard to hear and hard to discern. The constant bragging and blaming combined with spin, distortion and out right lies it is hard to know what is true. 

Numbing common sense has been an effective tool. Relying on facts not feelings had been made more difficult but not impossible. Discerning the truth is a skill that requires and open mind and effort.

The easier and softer way is not new, throughout history distracting the masses with bread and circus was effective. Today it comes in the form of a smart phone and a transfer check.

The voices are out there but I wish they were coming from our leaders,   but for now the voices of division are in charge. The only thing we can do is seek out the voices of reason and listen. They will be attacked but there are more of us. Our founders talked about natural law and made many references to it in our founding documents. I simply call it common sense. I believe we can handle the truth.

----UPDATE--- 

LINK

Finally, a voice of reason.

Tucker Carlson has been on my radar for many years. I do not watch television news but I occasionally watch interviews and a few commentaries. If the hair on fire media and politicians are screaming I look at the source of their feigned outrage. Tucker talks about forbidden issues and encourages debate. 

I do not always agree with him but I often do. One thing for certain he makes you think. His firing followed by a wave of slander shows how toxic and useless our so called free speech media and political hacks really are. It started with Infowars and now maybe others will see what is happening.

He was not angry, he was hopeful. Many look for hidden messages in what he said, I just think he was giving a clear but hopeful look at where we are. He was a refreshing voice of reason.

three hundred seventy two

EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!!


Meghan, LeBron, Oprah and Michelle are oppressed. 

High doses of estrogen or testosterone are safe.

You can understand the Bible without reading it.

Life without parole means life without parole.

The strategic oil reserve is for emergencies.

Only biologists can define what a woman is.

Electric cars are't made with fossil fuel.

The laptop was Russian disinformation.

NYC robot "Digidogs" are no big deal.

Burning and looting are peaceful.

Government spends money wisely.

The vaccine stopped the spread.

East Palestine water is safe.

We have freedom of speech.

Police stop home invasions.

Gun free zone signs work.

Minorities don't have ID.

The economy is thriving.

Elections are perfect.

Criminals obey laws.

The border is closed.

Cloth masks work.

Corn Pop is real.

Justice is blind.

Crime is low. 

...and monkeys fly out of my butt.

Disagree with any of these and you are a bigot, racist, denier, extremist, hater, radical, wing nut, insurrectionist, anti-democracy, terrorist, violent, spreader of misinformation, blood on your hands, uncaring, homophobe, murderer, liar, xenophobe, islamophobe, conspiracist and fool.

Other then that you are free to express yourself. God bless America, but only use the God word inside your church building, on Sunday morning between 10 and 12.

I hope I'm not banned for being mean to monkeys.

three hundred seventy one

 NEW PART FOR MY BICYCLE


Spring has sprung in central Oregon.......well spring-ish.

I ordered a new stem for my bicycle, for a less aggressive position because I'm not as flexible as I once was. The bicycle trip dream is still alive. At 71 I can expect a few issues but nothing to derail my dream.

I had a little health scare. A little buildup in my heart plumbing so I had several tests. The stress test went well so I can be as active as I want to be. I'm eating better, losing weight and doing plenty of walking, the new knee is working perfectly. 

Most of my symptoms are in my head so I'm trying to avoid stress. Stress has been a factor in my health for many years so I have learned to rely on the serenity prayer daily. 

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."

I could care less about the royal family, opinion polls, the View, AOC, the latest Trump "bombshell" or anything John Steward thinks. The world is in turmoil so I focus more on world events. 

Most of the news is in the category of "the things I cannot change". If there is something that I can do more then just get stressed, angry or worry, I do it.

I have begun a daily search for the source of wisdom. I have found my answers by focusing on God's wisdom. Finding comfort in his words has given me a peace in the middle of the daily storm of fear, worry and anger.

Waking up with that feeling of impending doom has long ago gone away. I have found a peace as I sleep, a tolerance for things that really don't matter and a love for spending my time helping others. 

My last post was heavy but something that needed to be heard. Some things are in the category of "courage to change the things I can". All I can do is be ready when I need to speak out or stand strong.

Life will happen no matter how much I worry so I stopped worrying. Sounds simple but it really is. There are important things to be aware of but wallowing in them is a complete waste of my life energy. 

The only thing I can do is help others to find the wisdom and peace I have found. Life is for living not for worrying about things I cannot change.   

three hundred seventy


This speech is long but please take the time to read it......


"Men Have Forgotten God" 
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyns 
1983 Templeton Address

Your Royal Highness: permit me to express my appreciation to you for taking part in this ceremony. Your participation lends special dignity to these proceedings. This is the first time that the Templeton prize has been awarded to an Orthodox Christian. 

With gratitude that our share in the religious life of the world has now been accorded notice, I remain acutely conscious of my personal unworthiness to receive this award as I look back upon the venerable line of outstanding orthodox churchmen and of orthodox thinkers from Aleksey Khomyakov to Sergei Bulgakov. And I am very much aware that Eastern Slavic Orthodoxy, which, during the 65 years of communist rule, has been subjected to persecution even fiercer and more extensive than that of early Christian times, has had and still has today many hands worthier than mine to accept it. 

Beginning with Vladimir Bogoyavlensky, Metropolitan of Kiev, shot by the communists before the walls of the Kievo-Pechersky Monastery at the dawn of the Lenin era, the list would extend to the intrepid priest Gleb Yakunin, who is enduring torments today, under Andropov: forcibly deprived of all outward symbols of his priesthood, and even of the right to have the gospels, Father Yakunin has for months at a time been held in a freezing stone cubicle, without bed, clothes, or food. 

In this persecution-filled age, it is appropriate that my own very first memory should be of Chekists in pointed caps entering St. Panteleimons Church in Kislovodsk, interrupting the service, and crashing their way into the sanctuary in order to loot. And later, when I started going to school in Rostov-on-don passing on my way a kilometer-long compound of the Cheka-Gpu and a glittering sign of the league of militant atheists schoolchildren egged on by Komsomol members taunted me for accompanying my mother to the last remaining church in town and tore the cross from around my neck.

Orthodox churches were stripped of their valuables in 1922 at the instigation of Lenin and Trotsky. In subsequent years, including both the Stalin and the Khrushchev periods, tens of thousands of churches were torn down or desecrated, leaving behind a disfigured wasteland that bore no resemblance to Russia such as it had stood for centuries. Entire districts and cities of half a million inhabitants were left without a single church. 

Our people were condemned to live in this dark and mute wilderness for decades, groping their way to God and keeping to this course by trial and error. The grip of oppression that we have lived under, and continue to live under, has been so great that religion, instead of leading to a free blossoming of the spirit, has been manifested in asserting the faith on the brink of destruction, or else on the seductive frontiers of Marxist rhetoric, where so many souls have come to grief.

The statement of the Templeton foundation shows an understanding of how the Orthodox spiritual tradition has maintained its vitality in our land despite the forcible promotion of atheism. If even a fraction of those words should find their way to my motherland past the jamming devices, this will bolster the spirits of our believers, assuring them that they have not been forgotten, and that their steadfastness inspires courage even here. 

The centralized atheism before whose armed might the whole world trembles still hates and fears this unarmed faith as much today as it did 60 years ago. Yes! All the savage persecutions loosed upon our people by a murderous state atheism, coupled with the corroding effect of its lies, and an avalanche of stultifying propaganda all of these together have proven weaker than the thousand-year-old faith of our nation. 

This faith has not been destroyed; it remains the most sublime, the most cherished gift to which our lives and consciousness can attain. The Templeton address more than half a century ago, while I was still a child, I recall hearing a number of older people offer the following explanation for the great disasters that had befallen Russia: men have forgotten God; thats why all this has happened. 

Since then I have spent well-nigh 50 years working on the history of our revolution; in the process I have read hundreds of books, collected hundreds of personal testimonies, and have already contributed eight volumes of my own toward the effort of clearing away the rubble left by that upheaval. But if I were asked today to formulate as concisely as possible the main cause of the ruinous revolution that swallowed up some 60 million of our people, I could not put it more accurately than to repeat: men have forgotten God; thats why all this has happened. 

What is more, the events of the Russian revolution can only be understood now, at the end of the century, against the background of what has since occurred in the rest of the world. What emerges here is a process of universal significance. And if I were called upon to identify briefly the principal trait of the entire 20th century, here too, I would be unable to find anything more precise and pithy than to repeat once again: men have forgotten God. The failings of human consciousness, deprived of its divine dimension, have been a determining factor in all the major crimes of this century. 

The first of these was World War I, and much of our present predicament can be traced back to it. It was a war (the memory of which seems to be fading) when Europe, bursting with health and abundance, fell into a rage of self-mutilation which could not but sap its strength for a century or more, and perhaps forever. 

The only possible explanation for this war is a mental eclipse among the leaders of Europe due to their lost awareness of a supreme power above them. Only a godless embitterment could have moved ostensibly Christian states to employ poison gas, a weapon so obviously beyond the limits of humanity. 

The same kind of defect, the flaw of a consciousness lacking all divine dimension, was manifested after World War II when the west yielded to the satanic temptation of the nuclear umbrella. It was equivalent to saying: lets cast off worries, lets free the younger generation from their duties and obligations, lets make no effort to defend ourselves, to say nothing of defending others lets stop our ears to the groans emanating from the east, and let us live instead in the pursuit of happiness. If danger should threaten us, we shall be protected by the nuclear bomb; if not, then let the world burn in hell for all we care. 

The pitifully helpless state to which the contemporary west has sunk is in large measure due to this fatal error: the belief that the defense of peace depends not on stout hearts and steadfast men, but solely on the nuclear bomb. Only the loss of that higher intuition that comes from God could have allowed the west to accept calmly, after World War I, the protracted agony of Russia as she was being torn apart by a band of cannibals, or to accept, after World War II, the similar dismemberment of eastern Europe. 

The west did not perceive that this was in fact the beginning of a lengthy process that spells disaster for the whole world; indeed, the west has done a good deal to help the process along. Only once in this century did the west gather strength for the battle against Hitler. But the fruits of that victory have long since been lost. Faced with cannibalism, our godless age has discovered the perfect anesthetic trade! Such is the pathetic pinnacle of contemporary wisdom. Today s world has reached a stage which, if it had been described to preceding centuries, would have called forth the cry: this is the apocalypse! Yet we have grown used to this kind of world; we even feel at home in it. 

Dostoevsky warned that great events could come upon us and catch us intellectually unprepared. This is precisely what has happened. And he predicted that the world will be saved only after it has been possessed by the demon of evil. Whether it really will be saved we shall have to wait and see: this will depend on our conscience, on our spiritual lucidity, on our individual and combined efforts in the face of catastrophic circumstances. But it has already come to pass that the demon of evil, like a whirlwind, triumphantly circles all five continents of the earth. 

We are witnesses to the devastation of the world, be it imposed or voluntarily undergone. The entire 20th century is being sucked into the vortex of atheism and self-destruction. This plunge into the abyss has aspects that are unquestionably global, dependent neither on political systems, nor on levels of economic and cultural development, nor yet on national peculiarities. And present-day Europe, seemingly so unlike the Russia of 1913, is today on the verge of the same collapse, for all that it has been reached by a different route. 

Different parts of the world have followed different paths, but today they are all approaching the threshold of a common ruin. In its past, Russia did know a time when the social ideal was not fame, or riches, or material success, but a pious way of life. Russia was then steeped in an Orthodox Christianity which remained true to the church of the first centuries. The orthodoxy of that time knew how to safeguard its people under the yoke of a foreign occupation that lasted more than two centuries, while at the same time fending off iniquitous blows from the swords of western crusaders. 

During those centuries the Orthodox faith in our country became part of the very pattern of thought and the personality of our people, the forms of daily life, the work calendar, the priorities in every undertaking, the organization of the week and of the year. Faith was the shaping and unifying force of the nation. 

But in the 17th century Russian Orthodoxy was gravely weakened by an internal schism. In the 18th, the country was shaken by Peters forcibly imposed transformations, which favored the economy, the state, and the military at the expense of the religious spirit and national life. And along with this lopsided Petrine enlightenment, Russia felt the first whiff of secularism; its subtle poisons permeated the educated classes in the course of the 19th century and opened the path to Marxism. 

By the time of the revolution, faith had virtually disappeared in Russian educated circles; and amongst the uneducated, its health was threatened. It was Dostoevsky, once again, who drew from the French Revolution and its seeming hatred of the church the lesson that revolution must necessarily begin with atheism. That is absolutely true. 

But the world had never before known a godlessness as organized, militarized, and tenaciously malevolent as that practiced by Marxism. Within the philosophical system of Marx and Lenin, and at the heart of their psychology, hatred of God is the principal driving force, more fundamental than all their political and economic pretensions. Militant atheism is not merely incidental or marginal to communist policy; it is not a side effect, but the central pivot. To achieve its diabolical ends. 

Communism needs to control a population devoid of religious and national feeling, and this entails the destruction of faith and nationhood. Communists proclaim both of these objectives openly, and just as openly go about carrying them out. The degree to which the atheistic world longs to annihilate religion, the extent to which religion sticks in its throat, was demonstrated by the web of intrigue surrounding the recent attempts on the life of the pope. 

The 1920s in the USSR witnessed an uninterrupted procession of victims and martyrs amongst the Orthodox clergy. Two metropolitans were shot, one of whom, Veniamin of Petrograd, had been elected by the popular vote of his diocese. Patriarch Tikhon himself passed through the hands of the Cheka-Gpu and then died under suspicious circumstances. Scores of archbishops and bishops perished. Tens of thousands of priests, monks, and nuns, pressured by the chekists to renounce the word of God, were tortured, shot in cellars, sent to camps, exiled to the desolate tundra of the far north, or turned out into the streets in their old age without food or shelter.

 All these Christian martyrs went unswervingly to their deaths for the faith; instances of apostasy were few and far between. For tens of millions of laymen access to the church was blocked, and they were forbidden to bring up their children in the faith: religious parents were wrenched from their children and thrown into prison, while the children were turned from the faith by threats and lies. One could argue that the pointless destruction of Russias rural economy in the 1930s the so-called de-kulakization and collectivization, which brought death to 15 million peasants while making no economic sense at all was enforced with such cruelty, first and foremost, for the purpose of destroying our national way of life and of extirpating religion from the countryside. 

The same policy of spiritual perversion operated throughout the brutal world of the gulag archipelago, where men were encouraged to survive at the cost of the lives of others. And only atheists bereft of reason could have decided upon the ultimate brutality against the Russian land itself that is being planned in the USSR today: the Russian north is to be flooded, the flow of the northern rivers reversed, the life of the arctic ocean disrupted, and the water channeled southward, toward lands already devastated by earlier, equally foolhardy feats of communist construction. 

For a short period of time, when he needed to gather strength for the struggle against Hitler, Stalin cynically adopted a friendly posture toward the church. This deceptive game, continued in later years by Brezhnev with the help of showcase publications and other window dressing, has unfortunately tended to be taken at its face value in the west. Yet the tenacity with which hatred of religion is rooted in communism may be judged by the example of their most liberal leader, Khrushchev: for though he undertook a number of significant steps to extend freedom, Khrushchev simultaneously rekindled the frenzied Leninist obsession with destroying religion. 

But there is something they did not expect: that in a land where churches have been leveled, where a triumphant atheism has rampaged uncontrolled for two-thirds of a century, where the clergy is utterly humiliated and deprived of all independence, where what remains of the church as an institution is tolerated only for the sake of propaganda directed at the west, where even today people are sent to the labor camps for their faith, and where, within the camps themselves, those who gather to pray at Easter are clapped in punishment cells they could not suppose that beneath this communist steamroller the Christian tradition would survive in Russia. 

It is true that millions of our countrymen have been corrupted and spiritually devastated by an officially imposed atheism, yet there remain many millions of believers: it is only external pressures that keep them from speaking out, but, as is always the case in times of persecution and suffering, the awareness of God in my country has attained great acuteness and profundity.

It is here that we see the dawn of hope: for no matter how formidably communism bristles with tanks and rockets, no matter what successes it attains in seizing the planet, it is doomed never to vanquish Christianity. 

The west has yet to experience a communist invasion; religion here remains free. But the wests own historical evolution has been such that today it too is experiencing a drying up of religious consciousness. It too has witnessed racking schisms, bloody religious wars, and rancor, to say nothing of the tide of secularism that, from the late middle ages onward, has progressively inundated the west. 

This gradual sapping of strength from within is a threat to faith that is perhaps even more dangerous than any attempt to assault religion violently from without. Imperceptibly, through decades of gradual erosion, the meaning of life in the west has ceased to be seen as anything more lofty than the pursuit of happiness, a goal that has even been solemnly guaranteed by constitutions. 

The concepts of good and evil have been ridiculed for several centuries; banished from common use, they have been replaced by political or class considerations of short-lived value. It has become embarrassing to state that evil makes its home in the individual human heart before it enters a political system. Yet it is not considered shameful to make daily concessions to an integral evil. Judging by the continuing landslide of concessions made before the eyes of our very own generation, the west is ineluctably slipping toward the abyss.

Western societies are losing more and more of their religious essence as they thoughtlessly yield up their younger generation to atheism. If a blasphemous film about Jesus is shown throughout the United States, reputedly one of the most religious countries in the world, or a major newspaper publishes a shameless caricature of the virgin Mary, what further evidence of godlessness does one need? 

When external rights are completely unrestricted, why should one make an inner effort to restrain oneself from ignoble acts? Or why should one refrain from burning hatred, whatever its basis race, class, or ideology? Such hatred is in fact corroding many hearts today. Atheist teachers in the west are bringing up a younger generation in a spirit of hatred of their own society. 

Amid all the vituperation we forget that the defects of capitalism represent the basic flaws of human nature, allowed unlimited freedom together with the various human rights; we forget that under communism (and communism is breathing down the neck of all moderate forms of socialism, which are unstable) the identical flaws run riot in any person with the least degree of authority; while everyone else under that system does indeed attain equality the equality of destitute slaves. 

This eager fanning of the flames of hatred is becoming the mark of todays free world. Indeed, the broader the personal freedoms are, the higher the level of prosperity or even of abundance the more vehement, paradoxically, does this blind hatred become. The contemporary developed west thus demonstrates by its own example that human salvation can be found neither in the profusion of material goods nor in merely making money. This deliberately nurtured hatred then spreads to all that is alive, to life itself, to the world with its colors, sounds, and shapes, to the human body. 

The embittered art of the 20th century is perishing as a result of this ugly hate, for art is fruitless without love. In the east art has collapsed because it has been knocked down and trampled upon, but in the west the fall has been voluntary, a decline into a contrived and pretentious quest where the artist, instead of attempting to reveal the divine plan, tries to put himself in the place of God

Here again we witness the single outcome of a worldwide process, with east and west yielding the same results, and once again for the same reason: men have forgotten god. Confronted by the onslaught of worldwide atheism, believers are disunited and frequently bewildered. And yet the Christian (or post-Christian) world would do well to note the example of the far east. I have recently had an opportunity to observe in free China and in Japan how, despite their apparently less clearly defined religious concepts, and despite the same unassailable freedom of choice that exists in the west, both the younger generation and society as a whole have preserved their moral sensibility to a greater degree than the west has, and have been less affected by the destructive spirit of secularism. 

What can one say about the lack of unity among the various religions, if Christianity has itself become so fragmented? In recent years the major Christian churches have taken steps toward reconciliation. But these measures are far too slow; the world is perishing a hundred times more quickly. 

No one expects the churches to merge or to revise all their doctrines, but only to present a common front against atheism. Yet even for such a purpose the steps taken are much too slow. There does exist an organized movement for the unification of the churches, but it presents an odd picture. The World Council of Churches seems to care more for the success of revolutionary movements in the third world, all the while remaining blind and deaf to the persecution of religion where this is carried through most consistently in the USSR. 

No one can fail to see the facts; must one conclude, then, that it is deemed expedient not to see, not to get involved? But if that is the case, what remains of Christianity? It is with profound regret that I must note here something which I cannot pass over in silence. 

My predecessor in the receipt of this prize last year in the very month that the award was made lent public support to communist lies by his deplorable statement that he had not noticed the persecution of religion in the USSR. Before the multitude of those who have perished and who are oppressed today, may God be his judge. It seems more and more apparent that even with the most sophisticated of political maneuvers, the noose around the neck of mankind draws tighter and more hopeless with every passing decade, and there seems to be no way out for anyone neither nuclear, nor political, nor economic, nor ecological. That is indeed the way things appear to be. 

With such global events looming over us like mountains, nay, like entire mountain ranges, it may seem incongruous and inappropriate to recall that the primary key to our being or non-being resides in each individual human heart, in the hearts preference for specific good or evil. 

Yet this remains true even today, and it is, in fact, the most reliable key we have. The social theories that promised so much have demonstrated their bankruptcy, leaving us at a dead end. The free people of the west could reasonably have been expected to realize that they are beset by numerous freely nurtured falsehoods, and not to allow lies to be foisted upon them so easily. All attempts to find a way out of the plight of todays world are fruitless unless we redirect our consciousness, in repentance, to the creator of all: without this, no exit will be illumined, and we shall seek it in vain.

 The resources we have set aside for ourselves are too impoverished for the task. We must first recognize the horror perpetrated not by some outside force, not by class or national enemies, but within each of us individually, and within every society. This is especially true of a free and highly developed society, for here in particular we have surely brought everything upon ourselves, of our own free will. We ourselves, in our daily unthinking selfishness, are pulling tight that noose. 

Let us ask ourselves: are not the ideals of our century false? And is not our glib and fashionable terminology just as unsound, a terminology that offers superficial remedies for every difficulty? Each of them, in whatever sphere, must be subjected to a clear-eyed scrutiny while there is still time. 

The solution to the crisis will not be found along the well-trodden paths of conventional thinking. Our life consists not in the pursuit of material success but in the quest for worthy spiritual growth. Our entire earthly existence is but a transitional stage in the movement toward something higher, and we must not stumble and fall, nor must we linger fruitlessly on one rung of the ladder. 

Material laws alone do not explain our life or give it direction. The laws of physics and physiology will never reveal the indisputable manner in which the creator constantly, day in and day out, participates in the life of each of us, unfailingly granting us the energy of existence; when this assistance leaves us, we die. And in the life of our entire planet, the divine spirit surely moves with no less force: this we must grasp in our dark and terrible hour. To the ill-considered hopes of the last two centuries, which have reduced us to insignificance and brought us to the brink of nuclear and non-nuclear death, we can propose only a determined quest for the warm hand of God, which we have so rashly and self-confidently spurned. 

Only in this way can our eyes be opened to the errors of this unfortunate 20th century and our bands be directed to setting them right. There is nothing else to cling to in the landslide: the combined vision of all the thinkers of the enlightenment amounts to nothing. Our five continents are caught in a whirlwind. But it is during trials such as these that the highest gifts of the human spirit are manifested. If we perish and lose this world, the fault will be ours alone.

 This was forty years ago, his words mean even more today. 

I Corinthians 1:18 - 2:5
     For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.  For it is written: 
“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate.”
     Where is the wise person? Where is the teacher of the law? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?  For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.  Jews demand signs and Greeks look for wisdom,  but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles,  but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.  For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength. 
      Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.  But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.  God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are,  so that no one may boast before him.  It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption.  Therefore, as it is written: “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.”
      And so it was with me, brothers and sisters. When I came to you, I did not come with eloquence or human wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God.  For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.  I came to you in weakness with great fear and trembling.  My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power,  so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power.

three hundred sixty nine



THE MOMENT EVERYTHING CHANGED

It is Easter morning 2023, Christians around the world are attempting to get their minds around an event that changed everything. 

We all share this short moment in time. People die and we never see them again. They are born, hopefully live a long life then they die. Whatever they did may or may not matter. They will be remembered or completely forgotten. They may leave children, wealth, inventions, great literature, music, art and a good reputation, or they may leave destruction, debt and great shame.

The one question that haunts us all, is this all there is? Many try to rationalize, minimize or ignore this age old nagging question but it never completely goes away.

There was a well documented event on this day. A man died and is alive again. Not a spirit but a walking talking eating being. Witnesses who had nothing to gain but everything to lose in this life told us this happened. They faced shame, ridicule, imprisonment, torture and died horrible deaths to bare witness to what they have seen.

The man they knew and loved, at the moment he needed them most, they abandoned him. He was beaten, shamed and brutally killed. He was dead for three days and after three days he is alive again. 

Hundreds saw him, touched him, talked with him and ate with him.  The things he had been telling them came true. Their eyes were opened and they understood he was the one the profits were talking about.

The good news of Jesus is not only about living a successful life it is more. He says we can do the same thing he did and live beyond this life. So in the grand scheme of things that is a big deal. 

This blog post will not change anyones mind about anything. I can't open a heart or mind, I can just tell you about my own hope. I'm 71 years old and am relying on what God promised me. I have long ago moved past any question about his existence. I now rely on the fact that he is faithful to his words. 

I accept the reality that I'm going to eventually die. I hope I don't leave too soon or leave too much wreckage. I'm trying to clean up as much of that as I can. I would like to think a few people will miss me and I'll live on in their memories. 

As I contemplate leaving this dimension this promise is something I rely on more and more. I'm not certain what it will be like and I don't waste much time wondering I just trust it will be good. 

My hope is that everyone takes a sober look at what I have found and finds comfort in this promise too.

There have been dark times when I was exhausted with living and wished for it to stop but even in those moments a small voice told me there was something more. At first I was given the strength to endure life, then embrace it and finally enjoy it, but then I found that I can live my life without fear.

I know this subject gets a reaction. Many don't want to think about death and what might be beyond. 

The one thing I have right was consider the possibility that any of this was true. From the moment I found this until now I searched, tested, questioned and doubted my way to believing. I didn't want to waste my life on some weird cult so I continuously beat it up and try to prove it wrong. After doing this for 43 years I have decided it is true.

This life after death thing is a big deal but sadly it often gets as much attention as the rinse and repeat instructions on a shampoo bottle. 

I hold onto this promise tighter and tighter every day. My life will not end at physical death it will only be a beginning. 

Knock, crack open the door, entertain the possibility, get curious or get angry and try to prove it wrong. Whatever you do, don't turn away. There is an answer to that nagging question.

three hundred sixty eight

 AMUSEMENT PARK ADVENTURES

If you were a kid in a small town in Ohio you might see Disneyland on television but because of the distance and cost you had no hope of ever going there. The idea of going on a family vacation to someplace interesting to a fifth grader was nearly impossible. Instead we created our own amusement park with what we had around us.

The city was founded in 1806 so the sewer system was functioning but not modern. We had a large opening to the storm sewer system close to our house. We would venture in through the spider webs past the reach of the light. We were motivated by the power of a dare. 


One day five of us met at the opening with flashlights and candles. We were going to see how far we could go. Battery technology was poor in those days so they only worked for the trip in. Candles were useless because our matches got wet so the trip back was going to be scary. 

Two brothers headed back and after issuing threats not to tell, three of us kept going. We made it to Ellsworth avenue several hundred yards from the opening where we went in.

Luckily it had storm drains that let in some light. As long as we could see light our eyes had adjusted to the darkness so we could see enough to keep going. 


The drains were not large enough to crawl through and signaling for help was out of the question. Having the police involved could not happen because our parents would be informed so we pressed on. 

After several hundred more yards we made it to another entrance we knew about. It was located behind a factory that had high fences and security guards. We got there but the entrance had bars covering it.

With wet matches, dead flashlights, wet clothes and shoes we started heading back. The darkness didn't bother me but the occasional waist deep hole filled with the unknown was my problem. Visions of rats, bats, spiders, snakes and leeches filled or thoughts. We went from trying to scare each other to trying to hide our fears. 

It took a long time to finally reach the exit. As we approached our toughness and bravery came back but when we finally made it out we could barely hide our relief. 

I got home replaced my fathers flashlight dead batteries and all and tried to sneak into the house for a change of clothes. My mother didn't see me but she certainly smelled me. 

I had a story but she didn't want to hear it. For some strange reason none of us got in any trouble. Years later I hear my older brother by seven years, talking with his friends reminiscing about their sewer adventure. I felt a secret pride when I heard they didn't get as far as we did.

It wasn't Disneyland and I'm glad we didn't find any Mickey Rats, but it was one amazing adventure and a perfect place for boys to tell turd jokes.

three hundred sixty seven

I WAS A CHILD LABOR FARM WORKER

Every spring when the school year finished we had a long three month summer ahead of us. As the final bell rang it was like being released from prison. No report cards or teachers to worry about and nothing but play and adventure ahead of us.

Our parents didn't arrange play dates or child care. The neighborhood parents kept an eye on all of us. They would give us water, felt free to scold us and at times discipline us. Mostly we were completely unsupervised until dark. We took time outs to sneak a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or whatever we could find unguarded in the kitchen. We only bothered parents if an injury required a dentist or stitches.  

One thing we did need was our own money because there was no candy anywhere other then the neighborhood store. We collected pop bottles, raked leaves, pulled weeds and cleaned up trash. A run to the local store became an opportunity to keep the change, or steal what ever we were sent for and keep the money. 

I could not steal things because my one attempt to steal candy cured me, well for awhile. On a trip to the A&P with my mother I boosted what I thought was a bar of chocolate. I tried to eat it but it was bitter and disgusting. It was dark cooking chocolate, I was sure God took all of the sweet out because it was stolen.  

The local news paper would post ads for strawberry pickers. There were several farmers who had good sized strawberry fields that needed picked. They had their own roadside markets and supplied the area stores. Because strawberries ripen fairly quickly it was necessary to hire part time workers.


The season was only a couple weeks long so every kid was anxious to make as much money as possible. They would meet us at 7 am in front of the Masonic Temple, fill their pickup trucks with kids and head for their farms. No parents permission slips or age requirements, just show up. Our parents only knew we were picking strawberries and would be back around three o'clock.

No seat belts or guard rails, the older kids would stand up looking forward over the roof. The farmer would yell at us to sit down with the threat of making us walk.


We  would get in the fields while the dew was still on the plants and pick until early afternoon. They didn't want to feed us but they did give us water, usually out of a garden hose.

Everyone was on their best behavior the first few days, we were there to make money. They gave you a card with your name on it and every time you picked a rack that was six quarts, you got one punch. They complained if they weren't piled high. I saw older boys steal racks off of younger boys, usually a younger brother and get their own card punched. 

Usually the farmer would yell at kids that weren't picking all of the ride strawberries in the row. He would warn us about eating any strawberries or we would be fired. No one could resist eating a few.
 

Like most kids after the third or fourth day we got tired of picking. The crews got smaller but a lot of kids got fired. I got fired almost every summer. Once I got caught having a strawberry fight, I hit the farmer in the back of the head. I had made a strategic error I was the only one picking the row behind him. He said "boy, go sit by the truck" I was done for that season. 

The next day if I picked I just went to a different farm. By the following year we grew enough they didn't recognize us but this farmer remembered me, I must have made an impression. 

The punch they used was not the standard round hole, they were different shapes and used a different one each day. One kid brought a whole set of the same punch tools that his father had. A couple extra punches may have worked but he went crazy and filled the whole card by ten o'clock then asked for another card, busted.


Fresh Ohio strawberries are awesome. Most strawberries are shipped in from who knows where. Fresh vine ripened strawberries grown in rich cow manure fertilized soil are the best. 

Today the same farms are all pick your own. Parents worry more today and have a habit of suing. In my opinion kids are missing out on a valuable experience. Some of the farmers were kind and very patient but most just wanted their strawberries picked. They would sound mean to some kids and I saw a few kids cry. They weren't being unfair or mean it was usually the kid's first real job. 

Doing a half hearted job of pulling weeds, raking leaves or shoveling snow would get you a quarter and a cookie from the nice old couple in our neighborhood, but farmers were paying for real work. That was a shock to some kids. Thankfully my dad gave me a head start on that one.  

I don't remember any kids getting hurt picking strawberries we could accomplish that on our own. One kid's little brother fell out of the truck at a stop light. He didn't get hurt until he got back in the truck and his brother punched him for falling out.

If you picked a lot you could make as much as thirty dollars or more. That would keep you in candy, baseball cards, soda pop and maybe buy a baseball or football. For a few hours we felt rich until our parents made us put it in the bank. 

Eventually summers would end and we had to wear shirts and shoes again. Long boring school days and snow but we did have a habit of finding mischief.

three hundred sixty six

 OLD HIPPIES

I graduated from High School in 1969 during the hippie movement. The main goal of most hippies was music, mind expanding drugs, free love, flower power and rebelling against "the man". In the 60's and 70's I bought into the peace and love, sampled the drugs but I completely struck out on the free love, not that I wasn't trying. I did immerse myself in all of the amazing music especially Motown. I did question the war, questioned authority, believed in the absolute freedom of speech and completely bought into loving everyone. 


The politically minded hippies who were nicknamed "Yippies" constantly quoted Karl Marx, Chairman Mao and Che Guevara. The SDS, Weathermen and Winter Soldiers were active on the Kent State campus and Mother Jones Magazine was handed out everywhere. I was taking a couple classes at the Salem branch so I had a student ID to get on campus. 

I didn't know who these people were so I did some research. I may not have been a good student but I knew how to ask questions. I discovered Mao and Guevara were mass murderers but I wasn't sure about Karl Marx. 

He justified our youthful feelings of entitlement and gave us rich "fat cats" to blame for our problems. They said the rich were taking advantage of the little people by steeling their wealth and they didn't pay their fair share of taxes to the government, sound familiar? 




When I was young I grew a resentment toward wealthy people and assumed they were all crooks, but then I had the pleasure of spending time with Orland Denny. Orland, an extremely wealthy business and land owner, who may have been one of the wealthiest men in the state. He owned 49% of dozens of large and small local businesses. He invested in the ability of average hard working people with good ideas and a solid plan. He silently advised them financially but never micromanaged their business. He invested in land an property but mostly he invested in people. 

He was a kind and generous man but always out of the public eye. He had anonymously put hundreds or more young men and women through college and trade school. Ten years after he passed away his long time secretary went public about his generosity. Knowing Orland he would not be happy with this disclosure.

I talked with him dozens of times. He was always smiling, always had time to talk and was usually dressed in newly pressed Dickie work clothes and necktie. His work truck was a one owner dark blue 1952 Dodge step side pickup. His everyday driver was a dark blue four door Chrysler K-car, standard shift, no rugs, no radio, no air conditioning, black wall tires and caps because he was a devoted Mennonite. His house was a modest two story brick home on his small family farm. 

His pride and joy was a restored 1940 John Deer tractor. He used it to cut his large lawn. As you drove by his house you could see him pulling a team of reel mowers behind that underpowered antique tractor. Cover alls, a well worn straw hat and his usual big smile. 

He waved at every car that passed by. When his kids were still living at home the whole family would smile and wave. Before I ever got to meet Orland I knew him as the guy who smiles and waves at everyone. I can't imagine how many bad days he changed with that simple gesture, he always made me smile and wave back. I think people took a detour to drive past his house just to get a wave. I know I did more than once.

I eventually got the chance to know him. One day at lunch in the local diner he explained capitalism, free markets and free enterprise to me in a way I could understand. He was our local Milton Friedman. He completely changed my attitude toward wealthy people. Instead of resenting and judging wealthy people I learned to admire the character of people who could build wealth and keep it in perspective. 

I addressed my prejudice for people with wealth and started looking at the person. Today we are bombarded with endless negative stories about the greedy rich. Ironically we hear these stories from rich people. Sure we have dishonest and greedy rich people but we also have dishonest and greedy poor people. Simply being poor doesn't make you virtuous. We need more Orland Dennys in our world. I believe there are more then we know about, they just do it out of the spotlight.

I had a selective service card in my wallet but I never thought about demonstrating against the war. Like most of my friends we were confused about it so we were just trying to understand it. It seemed to most of us we were fighting in the wrong country with one hand tied behind our back.

The demonstrations were self centered because it really had nothing to do with the actual war, it was all about the draft. Many of the demonstrations were focused on the soldiers which was not fair to those who made a different choice. I was disgusted by the treatment of our veterans and the hypocrisy so that was a large part of why I abandoned the hippie movement.

We were young, idealistic and a bit naive as to how the world works. The worst of us were arrogant and incapable of learning, bad traits for anyone.


Old hippies drive me nuts especially the ones who claim they were back stage at Woodstock and got stoned with Hendrix or Jerry. If they were actually there they most likely would not remember. I had friends that got to Woodstock on the third day but I was 400 miles away working in a grocery store.

I've seen old hippies at concerts dancing and spinning to gray haired and equally aging rock stars. I cringe because they might break a hip. I've seen them at farmer's markets selling tie dyed clothing, hand made peace symbol jewelry, heirloom tomatoes and rare organic blue Russian kale. I know I should accept their chosen lifestyle but I'm with Grace Slick, there is a time for aging rock stars and groupies to get off of the stage and work on their golf game. If you are into long hair at 70 it's not just a fad, I can respect that.

In the early 70's I had hair long enough for a ponytail, for about a week. I grew it to piss off my father but it wasn't as fun as I thought, he didn't really care. I went back to my usual buzz cut because I hate taking care of long hair. I thought long hair was all about the freedom to wear our hair the way we wanted but I soon learned it was just a different required uniform.

My friends didn't trust me because of my short hair, they called me a sell out and a "narc". That was the last straw, I have kept my hair the way I like it ever since. I have now shaved my head for the past 31 years because I love the way bald feels. Bald has gone in and out of fashion a half dozen times but I just keep on shaving because I like it.

I also started wearing the clothes I liked and tried my best to avoid the ever evolving latest fashion fad. Sure I still listen to the music I grew up with because it was the best music ever. I did the regular job thing for around 60 years and have tried my best in spite of my limited education to be a well informed citizen.

One thing that has never changed is deep inside I'm still that 60's idealistic rebel. I believe in freedom and liberty but I know it has never been free. My father and brother fought for this freedom I admire their bravery. Fighting to stop oppression is a noble cause but unfortunately the vast majority of our leaders are far from the bullets, they can't relate to or value the sacrifice of the average soldier. They make lofty speeches but they get distracted by pride, power and poll numbers.

America is more then a place or country, it is an idea. Hippies embraced the freedom but shirked the individual responsibility. Questioning authority is a good thing but rebelling just to rebel is foolish. The hippies grew older and many are now in positions of power. A few are still selling the same Marxist crap and the unbridled freedom foolishness. 

They now have no problem twisting the law and abusing power. As someone who grew up through the fake outrage about this behavior it is hard to listen to any of them speak. Nothing will change until the so called enlightened free thinkers grow up or pass on.

They say everything eventually turns into high school, I think they are right. Youth will always rebel, the boys during the hippie movement grew their hair long as a statement, today they have just added heels and makeup. 

Most hippies made their point and then moved on, I think todays youth will too.