Charlie walked slowly down the roadside kicking loose stones, and humming Christmas Carols he had heard since he was a boy. “Here comes Santa Clause, here comes Santa Clause right down Santa Clause lane” he sang. As he walk he stared up at the flickering ornamental lights on the houses, Santa Clause and his eight tiny reindeer, snowmen with their magical top hats, elves and Christmas trees could be seen through the new snow flakes as they lightly fell. What a wonderful night to be walking around his neighborhood on a chilly Christmas Eve. Soon Charlie would go home to his wife and put the toys around the Christmas tree for his son Shaune and daughter Cindy to find in the morning. Charlie inhaled deeply of the smell of oak firewood burning in the fireplaces. As he watched the smoke from the cold flow out into the night air Charlie yelled out “ Now this is the true meaning of Christmas” as he twirled in circles.
Suddenly the lights all went out and the snows stopped falling. Charlie stood quietly somewhat shocked, hearing a sound behind him he spun around. In front of him stood a tall man dressed in a white suit with golden hair and a fluorescent kind of glow about him. “Charles, do you think that this is all that Christmas is?” the stranger asked. “I think that this is the reason we celebrate and not all that 2000 year old Christian fairy tale stuff” replied Charlie. “Well then Charles perhaps you need to see what the world would have been like had the Savior never come” said the Angel. Charlie unable to speak at first then blurted out “that is all just folk lure and no one really cares.” As the last word left his mouth like the launching bay of a nuclear missile the angel was gone. Suddenly Charlie felt all alone, really alone. The winds howled and the streetlights were all on but no Christmas lights were to be found. Instead the roads were full of debris and the houses were mostly old and run down. Screaming and yelling could be heard in the homes along the streets.
Charlie walked now briskly toward the small building he had called home for 12 years. When he got to the door, he grabbed the handle and pushed but strangely enough the door would not open. Suddenly a loud blast was heard and chips of wood flew from the dime size hole just created in the door causing Charlie to leap behind the shrubbery. A women came to the door in ragged clothes with a cigarette hanging from the corner of her lip and said “Hey bub… you wana good time, show me your money but don’t try to strong arm your way in here or your worm food.” Charlie recognized the women because it was his wife Sheila. “What in the world was happening here? Sheila you know who I am, I am your husband for crying out loud. Now stop this nonsense and let me in” Charlie shouted. Sheila quickly replied “ What are you some kinda escaped loon? One more step and I will give you a new hole to breath through” she screamed back as she slammed the door in Charlie’s face.
As Charlie turned he saw two men at the door of his neighbor Jim’s house taunting him to come out so they could have their way with him. Charlie was mortified with both anger and fear. And still across the street was Pastor Peter’s home and a group of boys beating poor Peter as he cussed them. Two of the boys went into Peter’s home and dragged his two teenage daughters out to the street. “Dear God what is happening here?” Shouted Charlie. Charlie was never much of a church going man. He went to church on Easter Sunday and maybe once or twice during the year and thought that was enough but now he needed to see a church and a pastor. Charlie ran down the street towards the Billingsville Assembly of God. When he arrived he found a Jewish Synagogue but no sign of the church. Charlie ran from street to street but there were no churches to be found anywhere in the town of Billingsville, only mosques and synagogues.
Charlie slowly shuffled down Main Street to where the live manger seen sat in front of the City Hall. That was always a place where Charlie could bring his family every year to marvel at the craftsmanship of the manger, stables, and Bethlehem Inn set upon the lawn of the City Hall. Tonight was a very different scene however. Tonight there was only a board with the name of accused enemies of the state. A large gallows with six ropes and a fresh coat of red paint with a sign above that read “ Enemies of Rome Network Channel 3. Your entertainment Network”. Charlie grabbed the old man sitting on the gallows and shook him. “Where is the manger, where is the baby Jesus, where are the animals?” Charlie yelled in desperation. The old man was startled for a moment and then began to scream out “HELP HELP… CENTURIANS HELP ME”. Charlie quickly let go and ran off down the icy road slipping and stumbling all the way to the Stallmart Department store. He quickly disappeared inside and began to look around.
On the shelves there were no toys or gifts. The Christmas trees and ornaments were gone from the shelves. No reindeer lighted Santa’s or angels, nothing but clothes, pornographic books and items of evil intention. In the center of the store was an auction that was in progress. In this auction were men women and children being sold like heads of cattle. “ Who will give me $1500 for this young female. She will be good for years of hard labor and pleasure to her master” yelled the auctioneer. Charlie quickly recognized her as a friend of his daughters and became ill as he rushed outside and collapsed to the grass. In front of him again was the tall stranger. He knelt down to Charlie in the ground and said “Are you still so sure Jesus didn’t mean anything Charles?” Charlie with tears in his eyes replied sobberly “ But this nation was founded by the people leaving spain and england to find freedom to worship as they pleased. I don’t understand this Roman stuff”. In a soft whispering voice the angel said “Charles that trip never happened. The Catholic church never developed, there were never any popes nor were there ever any Protestants. The world as you knew it was formed and molded with a basis on my Lord’s appearance on Earth. Since he never came, freedom never came, the United States was never founded, your constitution was never written and slavery was never abolished. Your sins were never forgiven, evil has been allowed to flourish and you still have the Adamic nature and will perish and burn in an everlasting hell.”
Getting back up Charlie began to cry “ Lord, I am so sorry for what I said. Please God give me another chance and I will always keep the birth of your son sacred. I didn’t mean it God, please send your son back to us I believe he was born and did die for my sins…please”. As he cried into his hands he began to feel the wet cold snow falling into his shirt collar. Charlie stood up and looked around the lights of Christmas were again sparkling in red, green, blue and yellow. With a huge smile on his face he screamed out to the top of his lungs “Hosanna in the highest. Thank you Father for sending us your Son.” Spinning and leaping Charlie headed down to the Billingsville Assembly of God were Pastor Peter was just beginning the watch night service. Charlie was praising and Glorifying God almost without catching a breath in between. Charlie had been given a gift tonight. He asked Pastor Peter if he could come down and give a testimony of what Christmas meant to him. The Pastor was delighted and then another and another spoke up. Charlie saw what it would have been like if Jesus had never come to the earth and the horror changed his life forever. Behind Charlie was a tall stranger in a white suit. He patted Charlie on the back and said “ well done Charlie and a very Merry Christmas to you ” as he disappeared into the night.
written by Terry L Richardson
copyright©Nov. 21, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
WAKE UP CHURCHES AND PATRIOTS !!!
Today is my day to rant a little so you liberals gather up a little spit for the screen and you conservatives get ready to say amen. For starters, everyone has an opinion and I am sure there will be those both ministers and heathen alike who will disagree with me but here goes. It’s time to get back to the basics. We have too many fat cat preachers driving $1000 designer suits, living in mega mansions, driving expensive imports worrying about losing their tax exempt status. Let them sell off their mansions, jets and luxury cars and get back to the job of the church again. The separation of church and state was not to protect the government from the church but to protect the church from the government. It’s time to tell the government to DROP the tax exempt status off the churches so that the churches can once again have a say so in our political arena. Without the governments tax exempt removal threats, the government HAS to listen to what the church has to say.
Secondly, every church with an attorney in its congregation needs to file a law suit AGAINST the ACLU. With thousands of law suits filed tying up their financial and human assets, you would break their financial back and down they would go. Once the ACLU is history, the CHRISTIAN MAJORITY can once again stand tall and have a voice without fear of a court room.
Third, every time you hear of a Tea Party close by, attend it. When every city in our nation has thousands of people in attendance, the politicians will take notice and begin backing down and yes even Bela Pelosi (ok for you young uns, that was a play on another blood sucker vampire star named Bela Lugosi) will have to take flight in the light of truth. (If that doesn’t work drive a stake through her heart)
Forth and last… GET INVOLVED!!!! Don’t sit on the side lines, get involved. We can’t wait for someone else to do it because we Americans have been conditioned to be lazy. We always thing someone else will step up and do it so we can keep watching our idiot tubes, play on our computers and android phones and keep our heads in the sand.
This week Mr. Obama decided to recite a portion of our Declaration of Indolence stating “We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal, endowed with certain inalienable rights, life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Notice something missing? He decided like so many times lately to remove our “Creator”. The correct sentence is “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain ... Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
"Freedom prospers when religion is vibrant and the rule of law under God is acknowledged."~Ronald Reagan There.... I feel better now.
Secondly, every church with an attorney in its congregation needs to file a law suit AGAINST the ACLU. With thousands of law suits filed tying up their financial and human assets, you would break their financial back and down they would go. Once the ACLU is history, the CHRISTIAN MAJORITY can once again stand tall and have a voice without fear of a court room.
Third, every time you hear of a Tea Party close by, attend it. When every city in our nation has thousands of people in attendance, the politicians will take notice and begin backing down and yes even Bela Pelosi (ok for you young uns, that was a play on another blood sucker vampire star named Bela Lugosi) will have to take flight in the light of truth. (If that doesn’t work drive a stake through her heart)
Forth and last… GET INVOLVED!!!! Don’t sit on the side lines, get involved. We can’t wait for someone else to do it because we Americans have been conditioned to be lazy. We always thing someone else will step up and do it so we can keep watching our idiot tubes, play on our computers and android phones and keep our heads in the sand.
This week Mr. Obama decided to recite a portion of our Declaration of Indolence stating “We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal, endowed with certain inalienable rights, life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Notice something missing? He decided like so many times lately to remove our “Creator”. The correct sentence is “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain ... Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
"Freedom prospers when religion is vibrant and the rule of law under God is acknowledged."~Ronald Reagan There.... I feel better now.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Poem: Already a Part of the Wall
This poem is for all the many men and women who gave EVERYTHING to the service of their country in the Vietnam War.
Already Part of the Wall
Over 58,000 names and more to recall
All written in the granite of the Vietnam Wall
The names not seen, walking silent shells
Already part of the wall living personal hells.
Brian flew air cav delivering bodies of breath
Picking up silent silhouettes, a Huey of tragic death.
42 years of memories, a mind locked in a replay hall
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Clifton came back home in the year of 68
Safe away from the Nam but a little too late.
A door gunner issuing fifty cal balls
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Debra was a nurse, the 85th Evac staged near a battle line.
Piecing together shredded boys, ordered no tearing signs.
In 70 she came home, her mind in constant fall.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Johnny was a blueleg, full of life and M-16 power he’d brag.
Two tours and wishing for death all friends sent home in a bag
Now living under a highway bridge, two blocks from the local mall.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Over 58,000 names and still counting a faster crawl
All written in the granite of memories known as the Vietnam Wall
The names not seen, minds walking silent in a Nam so small.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Written by Terry L Richardson
Copyright © July 18, 2010
Patriot Guard Rider
This poem dedicated to all the brave men and women
Who served in the Vietnam War.
Already Part of the Wall
Over 58,000 names and more to recall
All written in the granite of the Vietnam Wall
The names not seen, walking silent shells
Already part of the wall living personal hells.
Brian flew air cav delivering bodies of breath
Picking up silent silhouettes, a Huey of tragic death.
42 years of memories, a mind locked in a replay hall
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Clifton came back home in the year of 68
Safe away from the Nam but a little too late.
A door gunner issuing fifty cal balls
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Debra was a nurse, the 85th Evac staged near a battle line.
Piecing together shredded boys, ordered no tearing signs.
In 70 she came home, her mind in constant fall.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Johnny was a blueleg, full of life and M-16 power he’d brag.
Two tours and wishing for death all friends sent home in a bag
Now living under a highway bridge, two blocks from the local mall.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Over 58,000 names and still counting a faster crawl
All written in the granite of memories known as the Vietnam Wall
The names not seen, minds walking silent in a Nam so small.
Still walking among the living, already a part of the wall.
Written by Terry L Richardson
Copyright © July 18, 2010
Patriot Guard Rider
This poem dedicated to all the brave men and women
Who served in the Vietnam War.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Independence had a Price
Independence had a Price
So many American people think of July fourth
As a holiday away from work down south and up north
A time to gather friends together and cook burgers on the grill
A time to go boating at the beach, just another day off if you will.
But at what great price was this summer holiday given to us,
How many lives were worn out and lost over this freedom fuss.
Have we remembered that under God we as one great nation,
Took arms against Great Britain so we could have our liberation?
Why don’t we teach that Samuel Adams was to God a devoted man?
Ben Franklin’s established prayers before Congress to this day stand.
“This great nation was founded not by religionists but by Christians” Patrick Henry said.
“Not on religions but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ” were words that Patrick led.
On July 2,1776 General George Washington said in a letter written from our sod
“The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God
on the courage of this army !” words of a man not given to having faith in the earth.
But faith in an Almighty God and in Jesus Christ from this nation’s beginning birth.
In November of 1863 President Lincoln said in his Gettysburg Address
“This nation, under God shall have a new birth of freedom” he did confess.
When the Constitution of this great Nation separated church from state,
It was not to protect the State from our churches but the Churches from our State.
In 1781 Thomas Jefferson stated words that are written on his memorial in DC
This words that rings so true “God who gave us life, gave us Liberty”
Sir Isaac Newton wrote in 1704 these words that he knew in his heart for all to see
“There is one, God the Father, ever-living, omnipresent, omniscient, almighty,
“The maker of heaven and earth, and one Mediator between God and man,
the man Christ Jesus” that was what Sir Isaac Newton did understand.
On the death bed of Sir Walter Scott, he was asked which book to him be read.
He replied “Need you ask? There is but one! - St. John’s Gospel” Sir Walter said.
So on this July Fourth when you stand and watch the fire works celebration
Remember the great men of The United States of America that gave all for their great Nation.
Remember the men who fought and died, to keep this country free.
And the God that allowed us Victory over tyrants, because we came to him on bended knee.
Written By Terry L. Richardson © July 4, 1998
AWAKE AMERICA
AWAKE AMERICA
Awake America, from a slumber that’s grown cold
Your heart beats ever so slowly
Is your death very soon to unfold?
Awake America, your God is calling out your name.
Repent from your wicked ways,
Throw off your garments of shame.
Awake America, it is not too late to turn around.
The Lord God is waiting to forgive you.
Open your eyes that his face may be found.
Awake America, let the blood of Christ flow through your veins.
Stand up to your feet and hold steady.
Tell the world once again that your God reigns.
Awake America, as your forefathers before you did.
Founding this country for religious freedoms
Tearing it away from Satan’s tangled grid.
Awake America, please hear this humbled cry
If we don’t awaken from Satan’s lullaby singing
One nation under God will soon die.
Written by Terry L.Richardson
Copyright © Aug.2, 1999
Awake America, from a slumber that’s grown cold
Your heart beats ever so slowly
Is your death very soon to unfold?
Awake America, your God is calling out your name.
Repent from your wicked ways,
Throw off your garments of shame.
Awake America, it is not too late to turn around.
The Lord God is waiting to forgive you.
Open your eyes that his face may be found.
Awake America, let the blood of Christ flow through your veins.
Stand up to your feet and hold steady.
Tell the world once again that your God reigns.
Awake America, as your forefathers before you did.
Founding this country for religious freedoms
Tearing it away from Satan’s tangled grid.
Awake America, please hear this humbled cry
If we don’t awaken from Satan’s lullaby singing
One nation under God will soon die.
Written by Terry L.Richardson
Copyright © Aug.2, 1999
Sunday, April 25, 2010
How is Your Patriotic Footprint?
Yeah I know it’s been a month since I wrote a blog but this has been a week to reflect and wonder. Spring is here, nature has gushed forward with a world of wonder and excitement and mans hope is renewed. This being said, there have been some mixed and sad events this spring as well. Being an active Patriot Guard Rider I have had both honor and sadness in participation of several funerals and memorials. The latest being the final burial of a B-17G bomber crewman from Pensacola whose aircraft went down to what must have been like descending into hell for this young man. Nineteen years old and suddenly he was aboard a heavy bomber doing his duty for GOD and country in the skies over Germany. Do you remember what you were doing at nineteen? Maybe you were preparing for college or experiencing your first year of college. Maybe you had just entered the workforce for the first time since becoming an adult. Maybe you were still living at home trying to decide what to do with your life. This boy made the decision to join the Army Air Force to protect his country and met death head on.
I found an article on the internet from a WWII vet who was also in the skies in a B-17 bomber that day. His memoires told of seeing a B-17G aircraft by the name of Towering Titan take a hit to a starboard engine that began to flame up and smoke. He said the pilots extinguished the flames but now with reduced power had to dump their bomb load and make a run for home. When a B-17 bomber became damaged and had to turn back over enemy territory they were sitting ducks for the enemy fighters and the other B-17s in the formation could only watch most likely what would be the last time the crew would ever be seen again alive. This B-17 airman said in his writings the last thing he saw of Towering Titan was the rear gunner waving bye to him as she took that deep right turn toward home. A short time later one of Hitler’s new weapons, a Jet powered aircraft, would slam into that wing and send the Towering Titan to her death. TSGT Walter Adell McClellan would make it to a hatch in time to parachute out to a new hell waiting for him below. He would be captured but the Nazi SS, tortured and then coldly executed by the Nazi SS. It would be 65 years before anyone knew of his fate, bravery and sacrifice. .
It was a bitter sweet victory for Sgt McClellan’s family. He was finally coming home to hallowed ground but nearly all but one that knew and remembered him had already passed on. There is few living that truly understands the sacrifices of the greatest generation, to remember not of his life, but of the valor in death. We don’t know of his childhood but we do know of his decision to sacrifice his life at only 19 yrs of age for his country. Would we have heard of him had his body not been found in Germany and identified? Do we know of others lost in WWII, The Korean War, and the Vietnam War? Probably not and chances are we haven’t even thought of them and shortly after this article will not think of them again.
There are 3,350 still missing from WWI, 8,215 still missing from The Korean War, 2005 still missing from the Vietnam War and 78,750 still missing from WWII. That is a total of 92,320 American Heroes still missing in battlefields around the world just so that we can sleep at night without fear of the Adolph Hitler’s of the world.
Forget about the leaving a carbon footprint garbage, fifty years from now will anyone remember you for your carbon footprint, that you drove a Prius and didn’t use tree products? No one will care, no one will remember. But if you took up arms against the enemies of your country, against those who would threaten do destroy the very fiber of your God given right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, then the history books that accurately record that time in history will include your name whether as an individual or a group. This great nation did not arrive at freedoms door by accident, it scratched and crawled every step of the way through the blood of its citizens because of our belief in the ideals and people that make up the United States of America.
Our children and many of our people have no idea how close we came in WWII to having enemy troops back on our shores. They have no idea the sacrifices made by their parents and grandparents to make sure our troops were well fed and armed. Our automobile, sewing machine, many other manufacturers gave up the profits to produce weapons, tanks and aircraft that would be used to defeat the evil axis of Europe. Please don’t trivialize one single member of the United States Armed Forces, without them you would be speaking German, Japanese or maybe even Arabic.
You say you have never been in the military and how can you make a patriotic footprint? It's quite easy actually. Ms Annie Schirmer is a late 70s grandmother who volunteers her time making up packages for our servicemen and women overseas. Every week she picks up soaps, shampoos and snacks boxes them up and mails them out. You may have never heard of Annie Schiramer but a lot of our military have.
Find yourself a veteran today, no matter the age or war and the more you find the better…. And THANK THEM for their service. They went so you wouldn’t have to. If you are a veteran reading this article…. THANK YOU for serving and protecting me and my family. Thank you for sacrificing your memories of childhood, friends and family for the horrors of war that still haunt you. Thank you for putting your life on the line unselfishly. You are now and will always be my HEROES. God bless you all and GOD BLESS AMERICA
I found an article on the internet from a WWII vet who was also in the skies in a B-17 bomber that day. His memoires told of seeing a B-17G aircraft by the name of Towering Titan take a hit to a starboard engine that began to flame up and smoke. He said the pilots extinguished the flames but now with reduced power had to dump their bomb load and make a run for home. When a B-17 bomber became damaged and had to turn back over enemy territory they were sitting ducks for the enemy fighters and the other B-17s in the formation could only watch most likely what would be the last time the crew would ever be seen again alive. This B-17 airman said in his writings the last thing he saw of Towering Titan was the rear gunner waving bye to him as she took that deep right turn toward home. A short time later one of Hitler’s new weapons, a Jet powered aircraft, would slam into that wing and send the Towering Titan to her death. TSGT Walter Adell McClellan would make it to a hatch in time to parachute out to a new hell waiting for him below. He would be captured but the Nazi SS, tortured and then coldly executed by the Nazi SS. It would be 65 years before anyone knew of his fate, bravery and sacrifice. .
It was a bitter sweet victory for Sgt McClellan’s family. He was finally coming home to hallowed ground but nearly all but one that knew and remembered him had already passed on. There is few living that truly understands the sacrifices of the greatest generation, to remember not of his life, but of the valor in death. We don’t know of his childhood but we do know of his decision to sacrifice his life at only 19 yrs of age for his country. Would we have heard of him had his body not been found in Germany and identified? Do we know of others lost in WWII, The Korean War, and the Vietnam War? Probably not and chances are we haven’t even thought of them and shortly after this article will not think of them again.
There are 3,350 still missing from WWI, 8,215 still missing from The Korean War, 2005 still missing from the Vietnam War and 78,750 still missing from WWII. That is a total of 92,320 American Heroes still missing in battlefields around the world just so that we can sleep at night without fear of the Adolph Hitler’s of the world.
Forget about the leaving a carbon footprint garbage, fifty years from now will anyone remember you for your carbon footprint, that you drove a Prius and didn’t use tree products? No one will care, no one will remember. But if you took up arms against the enemies of your country, against those who would threaten do destroy the very fiber of your God given right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, then the history books that accurately record that time in history will include your name whether as an individual or a group. This great nation did not arrive at freedoms door by accident, it scratched and crawled every step of the way through the blood of its citizens because of our belief in the ideals and people that make up the United States of America.
Our children and many of our people have no idea how close we came in WWII to having enemy troops back on our shores. They have no idea the sacrifices made by their parents and grandparents to make sure our troops were well fed and armed. Our automobile, sewing machine, many other manufacturers gave up the profits to produce weapons, tanks and aircraft that would be used to defeat the evil axis of Europe. Please don’t trivialize one single member of the United States Armed Forces, without them you would be speaking German, Japanese or maybe even Arabic.
You say you have never been in the military and how can you make a patriotic footprint? It's quite easy actually. Ms Annie Schirmer is a late 70s grandmother who volunteers her time making up packages for our servicemen and women overseas. Every week she picks up soaps, shampoos and snacks boxes them up and mails them out. You may have never heard of Annie Schiramer but a lot of our military have.
Find yourself a veteran today, no matter the age or war and the more you find the better…. And THANK THEM for their service. They went so you wouldn’t have to. If you are a veteran reading this article…. THANK YOU for serving and protecting me and my family. Thank you for sacrificing your memories of childhood, friends and family for the horrors of war that still haunt you. Thank you for putting your life on the line unselfishly. You are now and will always be my HEROES. God bless you all and GOD BLESS AMERICA
Sunday, March 21, 2010
What has Happened to our Society?
Do you remember (and I know these days you have to go deep into your memories for this) when such a thing as manners existed? People are so busy with their own lives they no longer consider others in their small sphere of existence. Yes I am even pointing a finger to myself. I always try to open doors for others, I try to remember to open the car door for my wife and please and thank you are usually my response for a kindness rendered but I hear those words less and less from our younger generations. Could it be that children are no longer being taught that valuable lesson in the privacy of their homes? Even now I will ask my wife for something or to do something and she has to remind me to “put a handle on it” which was the code of our parents to say please.
Manners are disarming. The next time you are at a restaurant and a female or even a male approaches a door you are near, try opening the door for them and see what their response will be. They will nine times out of ten say thank you (long lost programmed response from our childhood) and smile at you. This works equally well if you bump into someone and respond with an “excuse me”. You catch them off guard and they most always reply with a “no problem” even though you might have really just ticked them off (especially if they just spilled that $4.00 Starbucks Latte thanks to Mr. or Mrs. Clumsy).
I have thought of purchasing a pair of those Dr Shoals shoe inserts to see if it eases my anger the next time I get into a Wal-Mart 20 items or less Express line and there is a possible (or probable)illegal alien in front of me with 65 items and a hand full of government vouchers. Yeah I know that was too long a sentence teachers but it had to be said in one breath. That happened to me last week at our nearby Wally World. This young lady had a toddler in the basket and an eight and a half month bun in the oven. She was purchasing five gallons of milk, eight boxes of cereal and numerous other food items that could feed a small army. More than likely, there was a small army in her dwelling. Funny thing is, she didn’t appear to speak English when the cashier mentioned the larger than 20 number of items at this checkout but she was able to read (yes nosey me read them over her shoulder) the government WIC vouchers listing on the food items she had in the basket. Naturally this transaction called for management to help sort things out and about fifteen minutes on the clock. Ok… I’m rolling from manners to venting… sorry about that.
Another long lost pleasantry is the greeting. Good morning or good afternoon were always used in our childhoods when approaching a stranger on the street or sidewalk. Try even a “have a nice day” as corny as it may sound when leaving a restaurant or grocery store. Again it will disarm people and they will fire off an automatic smile. Of course there are times when those words can be used to take a dig into someone’s side as well. “Thank you for the ticket officer, you have a nice day” probably didn’t mean what you said because under your breath as he walked back toward his cruiser more than likely follow the word “jerk”. Of course after ten minutes or less riding down the road you realized you really where doing 78 in that 35 zone and deserved that ticket and it was YOU who were the jerk.(no I didnt get a ticket so don't ask)
Here is my last rambling for the day. We don’t thank people nearly enough for what they do for us. Now I am preaching to the choir here as well. The next time you are at a restaurant or anything where a service was performed well, acknowledge it. Say to the server something like “Hey I really appreciate your great service you gave me today” and even tell a manager. It costs you nothing and we certainly don’t hesitate to tell a manager when something was done wrong.
One final note and this one is the most important; when you see ANY servicemen or servicewomen anywhere, thank them for serving. They don’t have to be there. Our military is an all volunteer service and no one was drafted. They are there because they want to be there protecting their country. If you see an old veteran (and they usually wear a hat or pin or something out of pride of their country) thank them for serving and sacrificing. The general public has no idea what they sacrificed for our freedoms.
Well I said I was finished but I have to tell you one small story. My next door neighbor’s wife always seemed a little off. I thought she was a little mentally retarded but I never knew for sure. I did know he was a veteran but had no idea she was. I learned a few weeks back from her husband that she sacrificed far more than anyone around here knows. She was a field hospital nurse in the Vietnam War and saw far too many young men enter in pieces. In 1969 when her enlistment was over, she came home broken and was never able to function normally in society again. While it is true she is still alive, she sacrificed her mind for those boys. Remember to thank a vet guys, it’s the VERY LEAST we can do. Have a great day.
Manners are disarming. The next time you are at a restaurant and a female or even a male approaches a door you are near, try opening the door for them and see what their response will be. They will nine times out of ten say thank you (long lost programmed response from our childhood) and smile at you. This works equally well if you bump into someone and respond with an “excuse me”. You catch them off guard and they most always reply with a “no problem” even though you might have really just ticked them off (especially if they just spilled that $4.00 Starbucks Latte thanks to Mr. or Mrs. Clumsy).
I have thought of purchasing a pair of those Dr Shoals shoe inserts to see if it eases my anger the next time I get into a Wal-Mart 20 items or less Express line and there is a possible (or probable)illegal alien in front of me with 65 items and a hand full of government vouchers. Yeah I know that was too long a sentence teachers but it had to be said in one breath. That happened to me last week at our nearby Wally World. This young lady had a toddler in the basket and an eight and a half month bun in the oven. She was purchasing five gallons of milk, eight boxes of cereal and numerous other food items that could feed a small army. More than likely, there was a small army in her dwelling. Funny thing is, she didn’t appear to speak English when the cashier mentioned the larger than 20 number of items at this checkout but she was able to read (yes nosey me read them over her shoulder) the government WIC vouchers listing on the food items she had in the basket. Naturally this transaction called for management to help sort things out and about fifteen minutes on the clock. Ok… I’m rolling from manners to venting… sorry about that.
Another long lost pleasantry is the greeting. Good morning or good afternoon were always used in our childhoods when approaching a stranger on the street or sidewalk. Try even a “have a nice day” as corny as it may sound when leaving a restaurant or grocery store. Again it will disarm people and they will fire off an automatic smile. Of course there are times when those words can be used to take a dig into someone’s side as well. “Thank you for the ticket officer, you have a nice day” probably didn’t mean what you said because under your breath as he walked back toward his cruiser more than likely follow the word “jerk”. Of course after ten minutes or less riding down the road you realized you really where doing 78 in that 35 zone and deserved that ticket and it was YOU who were the jerk.(no I didnt get a ticket so don't ask)
Here is my last rambling for the day. We don’t thank people nearly enough for what they do for us. Now I am preaching to the choir here as well. The next time you are at a restaurant or anything where a service was performed well, acknowledge it. Say to the server something like “Hey I really appreciate your great service you gave me today” and even tell a manager. It costs you nothing and we certainly don’t hesitate to tell a manager when something was done wrong.
One final note and this one is the most important; when you see ANY servicemen or servicewomen anywhere, thank them for serving. They don’t have to be there. Our military is an all volunteer service and no one was drafted. They are there because they want to be there protecting their country. If you see an old veteran (and they usually wear a hat or pin or something out of pride of their country) thank them for serving and sacrificing. The general public has no idea what they sacrificed for our freedoms.
Well I said I was finished but I have to tell you one small story. My next door neighbor’s wife always seemed a little off. I thought she was a little mentally retarded but I never knew for sure. I did know he was a veteran but had no idea she was. I learned a few weeks back from her husband that she sacrificed far more than anyone around here knows. She was a field hospital nurse in the Vietnam War and saw far too many young men enter in pieces. In 1969 when her enlistment was over, she came home broken and was never able to function normally in society again. While it is true she is still alive, she sacrificed her mind for those boys. Remember to thank a vet guys, it’s the VERY LEAST we can do. Have a great day.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Short Story.. THE GREAT OAK TREE
I shared this story back in August 2009 and for the benefit a few that didnt read it, please indulge me. If you never read it, it will give you something to think about. It's called.. THE GREAT OAK TREE
My life is really quite simple, as I am sure you soon will see. It began in a small hole in the earth in the hills of Georgia were God allowed me to fall and be nourished. My small patch of ground lay on a small hillside beside a shallow pond. I have been here so long, I have seen so much and I could do so little to help those who have crossed my path. When I was but a small tree, not much more than a seedling actually, I stood and watched a buggy come down the little clay road and stop by me. A minister got out of his buggy and tied his carriage to my limbs. I watched him and a small group of people walk out into the pond. I stood and listened to his words. “I baptize thee in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost” he said. I enjoy hearing people speak of the creator in such a manner. I watched the Angels standing close by as they rejoiced at each rebirth. I waved my branches as the buggy pulled away.
Many days I offered shade to the children of the nearby plantations and farms. I often saw a trio of boys come and rest beneath my limbs and fish. I enjoyed watching the two brothers and the third, I once heard called a slave, yet I saw no evidence. There did not appear to be slavery among these childhood friends. Many times as I grew taller I would see them come down to the pond to fish or to swim. Many times they used a rope hung on my branches to swing out with a cry of joy as they splashed into the cool water. In my bark their names were carved with the words “Friends for life”. I enjoyed their company and often sighed at their departure.
One warm spring day I was just enjoying the songs of the birds when they suddenly stopped. I heard angry voices from over the hill coming toward me. There were many musket shots fired and many men firing at each other. I did not understand what was going on but then I saw the brothers coming. One brother came and hid behind me while the other was across the field. The brother behind me was wearing gray clothes, as were the other boys with him. The brother across the field was wearing blue, as were the other boys with him. I at first thought they were here to play and fish but to my horror the bullets were piercing my bark as they imbedded in frail flesh of the brother behind my trunk. There was so much hatred between them, I wished I could stop them but at last there was a conclusion to this deadly game. The blood of one brother still stains my trunk to this day. I still shade my young friend, as I always will, along with the unmarked graves of the others in the gray and blue clothes. I felt no joy this day nor for the many days to follow. Many times I watched boys fall and become part of the earth. Many times I watched as the angels cried tearfully while perched upon my branches. I watched as many men in blue clothes burned the small town over the hill. I watched as many farm houses and plantations burned with fury to the ground in a path of total destruction. I heard man cry in anguish for the loss of their homes and the loss of their families. There was so much anger and so much hate during these days. For four long years I did not hear the birds sing or the deer frolic. I lifted my branches to heaven and waved at the Lord but he did not smile. He was not pleased. One day after a very bloody fight I saw the Lord on the field. He was bent over a small dying boy who had a drum around his neck. The boy was coughing and trying to get up and the Lord knelt down, held his hand and wept. This was the worst day of my life on the earth. I have often wondered how man can be so cruel, how he could treat life so casual without regard for the Creator of life.
Several years had past and I was again to many times enjoy the company of people around the little pond. My branches are now long, tall and magnificent. I watched as the city over the hill grew with taller buildings and more people. One day I stood in the sparkling sunlight when a black man came to rest beneath my shade. I enjoyed his company, as he lay back against my bark and fished. I saw far away up on the hill angry men coming toward my fishing friend. I knew it was danger and tried to rustle my branches to warn him, but he did not notice. These men took my black friend and called him harsh names. I knew when the Angles sat on my limbs, there was trouble. These white men took my young friend and tied a rope around his neck and threw it over my branch. I had tried so to let it break but it was a strong branch. I watched in horror as the black man wiggled and died, I watched as the angels wept and I saw the Lord once again walk to me and weep. I had hoped I would not see this hate of man again but I it was not to be. The rope marks are still in my bark and I still feel his weight upon my limb. For many years I watched that hate; as black and white men and women would come to my shade in their automobiles and baptize their members. Always separate from one another, always cold to one another, and always baptizing in the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Ghost. I was even witness to a time when they argued who was at the pond first. I wanted to warn them of what I have seen but I could not so I sat in silence and watched. There were no angels today.
Many years have now gone by and I am old and some of my branches have decayed and fallen off. I am tired and I have seen so much in my life but today, I am in joy once again. Today many cars have come and parked beneath my massive branches and many people have gathered around the pond and me. I stand and listen and to my surprise many Angels come down and rest in my branches. They are so light I do not mind at all, I enjoy their company. I watch as the Lord comes up and leans against my bark, such a treat I have today. There are black people and white people, they are not angry, they are not fighting, they are not shooting muskets, but they are crying. I watch as two men wearing those blue and gray clothes exchange swords with one another. I hear them apologize for the crimes of their ancestors and then I watch them embrace. They then walk over to the black man and ask for his forgiveness as well to the conclusion of a heart felt embrace. There are two small choirs that now come together and sing in one accord. They do not see the third choir that forms in front of them, a choir of Angels that have joined them in praise to the creator. I am old and I have not many years to live on this earth but on this day I am blessed for I have seen my creator and his creation of man in one accord once again. I have witnessed the healing of his people and I have once again seen his shining face of joy and my life is complete. I am stooped over these days. I still have the bloodstain on my root, I still have the musket balls in my bark, I still feel the weight of a body on my branch, but I am content because I saw the Glory of God, and the healing of his creation man.
Written by Terry L. Richardson © Sept.22,1998
Trichar384@aol.com
My life is really quite simple, as I am sure you soon will see. It began in a small hole in the earth in the hills of Georgia were God allowed me to fall and be nourished. My small patch of ground lay on a small hillside beside a shallow pond. I have been here so long, I have seen so much and I could do so little to help those who have crossed my path. When I was but a small tree, not much more than a seedling actually, I stood and watched a buggy come down the little clay road and stop by me. A minister got out of his buggy and tied his carriage to my limbs. I watched him and a small group of people walk out into the pond. I stood and listened to his words. “I baptize thee in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost” he said. I enjoy hearing people speak of the creator in such a manner. I watched the Angels standing close by as they rejoiced at each rebirth. I waved my branches as the buggy pulled away.
Many days I offered shade to the children of the nearby plantations and farms. I often saw a trio of boys come and rest beneath my limbs and fish. I enjoyed watching the two brothers and the third, I once heard called a slave, yet I saw no evidence. There did not appear to be slavery among these childhood friends. Many times as I grew taller I would see them come down to the pond to fish or to swim. Many times they used a rope hung on my branches to swing out with a cry of joy as they splashed into the cool water. In my bark their names were carved with the words “Friends for life”. I enjoyed their company and often sighed at their departure.
One warm spring day I was just enjoying the songs of the birds when they suddenly stopped. I heard angry voices from over the hill coming toward me. There were many musket shots fired and many men firing at each other. I did not understand what was going on but then I saw the brothers coming. One brother came and hid behind me while the other was across the field. The brother behind me was wearing gray clothes, as were the other boys with him. The brother across the field was wearing blue, as were the other boys with him. I at first thought they were here to play and fish but to my horror the bullets were piercing my bark as they imbedded in frail flesh of the brother behind my trunk. There was so much hatred between them, I wished I could stop them but at last there was a conclusion to this deadly game. The blood of one brother still stains my trunk to this day. I still shade my young friend, as I always will, along with the unmarked graves of the others in the gray and blue clothes. I felt no joy this day nor for the many days to follow. Many times I watched boys fall and become part of the earth. Many times I watched as the angels cried tearfully while perched upon my branches. I watched as many men in blue clothes burned the small town over the hill. I watched as many farm houses and plantations burned with fury to the ground in a path of total destruction. I heard man cry in anguish for the loss of their homes and the loss of their families. There was so much anger and so much hate during these days. For four long years I did not hear the birds sing or the deer frolic. I lifted my branches to heaven and waved at the Lord but he did not smile. He was not pleased. One day after a very bloody fight I saw the Lord on the field. He was bent over a small dying boy who had a drum around his neck. The boy was coughing and trying to get up and the Lord knelt down, held his hand and wept. This was the worst day of my life on the earth. I have often wondered how man can be so cruel, how he could treat life so casual without regard for the Creator of life.
Several years had past and I was again to many times enjoy the company of people around the little pond. My branches are now long, tall and magnificent. I watched as the city over the hill grew with taller buildings and more people. One day I stood in the sparkling sunlight when a black man came to rest beneath my shade. I enjoyed his company, as he lay back against my bark and fished. I saw far away up on the hill angry men coming toward my fishing friend. I knew it was danger and tried to rustle my branches to warn him, but he did not notice. These men took my black friend and called him harsh names. I knew when the Angles sat on my limbs, there was trouble. These white men took my young friend and tied a rope around his neck and threw it over my branch. I had tried so to let it break but it was a strong branch. I watched in horror as the black man wiggled and died, I watched as the angels wept and I saw the Lord once again walk to me and weep. I had hoped I would not see this hate of man again but I it was not to be. The rope marks are still in my bark and I still feel his weight upon my limb. For many years I watched that hate; as black and white men and women would come to my shade in their automobiles and baptize their members. Always separate from one another, always cold to one another, and always baptizing in the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Ghost. I was even witness to a time when they argued who was at the pond first. I wanted to warn them of what I have seen but I could not so I sat in silence and watched. There were no angels today.
Many years have now gone by and I am old and some of my branches have decayed and fallen off. I am tired and I have seen so much in my life but today, I am in joy once again. Today many cars have come and parked beneath my massive branches and many people have gathered around the pond and me. I stand and listen and to my surprise many Angels come down and rest in my branches. They are so light I do not mind at all, I enjoy their company. I watch as the Lord comes up and leans against my bark, such a treat I have today. There are black people and white people, they are not angry, they are not fighting, they are not shooting muskets, but they are crying. I watch as two men wearing those blue and gray clothes exchange swords with one another. I hear them apologize for the crimes of their ancestors and then I watch them embrace. They then walk over to the black man and ask for his forgiveness as well to the conclusion of a heart felt embrace. There are two small choirs that now come together and sing in one accord. They do not see the third choir that forms in front of them, a choir of Angels that have joined them in praise to the creator. I am old and I have not many years to live on this earth but on this day I am blessed for I have seen my creator and his creation of man in one accord once again. I have witnessed the healing of his people and I have once again seen his shining face of joy and my life is complete. I am stooped over these days. I still have the bloodstain on my root, I still have the musket balls in my bark, I still feel the weight of a body on my branch, but I am content because I saw the Glory of God, and the healing of his creation man.
Written by Terry L. Richardson © Sept.22,1998
Trichar384@aol.com
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE...
I have been sitting at my computer studying for an upcoming insurance exam and have been watching the news on a cable news channel. What has really stirred me is this latest controversy on the Pledge of Allegiance. How often we take our precious God founded nation for granted.
I watched a news clip where a congressman made a joke when the speaker asked the people in attendance of a meeting to say the Pledge of Allegiance. I sadly watched as others in the room grumbled and only half heartedly complied. I also swelled with pride when I think of several biker organizations I belong to starting their meetings with the pledge. CMA first says the Pledge of Allegiance to our nations colors and then to the Christian flag and then a prayer is given, Patriot Guard Riders starts their gatherings with the Pledge of Allegiance to our nation then a prayer over the days activities, ABATE of Florida local chapter starts their meetings with the Pledge of Allegiance and then a silent prayer and moment of silence for fallen soldiers and fellow bikers.
How awesome it would be if not only the Christian communities, but the secular communities as well could learn from many of our biker brothers and sisters. Many of our Parents and our children gave their lives to protect our nation. Who could have ever guess in the 1960’s and 70’s that there would ever be a possibility the Pledge of Allegiance would be considered offensive to AMERICANS and that something as simple cherished by our founders as a prayer would be as offensive as pornography in our schools.
Listen well to the few surviving members of our GREATEST GENERATION. They will tell you stories that have long been deleted from our children’s history books. Stories of faith and patriotism, of morality and decency and dependence on one another. We are slowly moving toward a time when there will be no one to lay down their lives for their nations, a time when your neighbor would be considered a revival instead of a neighbor. Webster’s dictionary says a person who shows kindliness or helpfulness toward his or her fellow humans: to be a neighbor to someone in distress.
That no longer describes the majority of neighbors next door to our homes does it?
The late great comedic American once said this about our flag and country. "Boys and girls, I have been listening to you recite the Pledge of Allegiance all semester and it appears that it has become monotonous to you or could it be you do not know the meaning of those words. If I may, I would like to recite the Pledge and give to you a definition of the words.
I----meaning me, an individual, a committee of one.
Pledge----dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self pity.
Allegiance----my love and my devotion.
To the Flag----our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever she waves, there is respect because your loyalty has given her a dignity that shouts freedom is everybody's job.
Of the United----that means that we have all come together.
States----individual communities that have united into 48 great states. 48 individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose, all divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common cause, and that's love of country.
Of America.
And to the Republic----a republic, a state in which sovereign power is invested in representatives chosen by the people to govern. And government is the people and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the people.
For which it stands!
One nation----meaning, so blessed by God.
Indivisible----incapable of being divided.
With Liberty----which is freedom and the right of power to live one's life without threats or fear or any sort of retaliation.
And justice----The principle and quality of dealing fairly with others.
For all.----which means, boys and girls, it's as much your country as it is mine."
Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our nation, and two words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance "under God." Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said, "That's a prayer" and that would be eliminated from schools, too? ~ Red Skelton
What is it going to take to get us back to that level of patriotism and Christianity? Do you remember those brief few days after 9/11 when we became one nation under God. When NO one threatened to sue you for invoking God’s protection and blessings? Surely the ACLU offices must have been closed. Do you remember how our only concern was for our fellow Americans in that rubble? The nations attorneys must have been on vacation. Do you remember everyone wanted to go to New York and Washington DC to help? The UAW must have gone on extended lunch. What is it going to take to make this nation whole again? It doesn’t have to start with a disaster; it can start with just a simple gesture of human kindness to a neighbor or even a complete stranger. One NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE with LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL. We have the power and God given authority. Will me use it or will we be used. We have the choice. God bless America.
I watched a news clip where a congressman made a joke when the speaker asked the people in attendance of a meeting to say the Pledge of Allegiance. I sadly watched as others in the room grumbled and only half heartedly complied. I also swelled with pride when I think of several biker organizations I belong to starting their meetings with the pledge. CMA first says the Pledge of Allegiance to our nations colors and then to the Christian flag and then a prayer is given, Patriot Guard Riders starts their gatherings with the Pledge of Allegiance to our nation then a prayer over the days activities, ABATE of Florida local chapter starts their meetings with the Pledge of Allegiance and then a silent prayer and moment of silence for fallen soldiers and fellow bikers.
How awesome it would be if not only the Christian communities, but the secular communities as well could learn from many of our biker brothers and sisters. Many of our Parents and our children gave their lives to protect our nation. Who could have ever guess in the 1960’s and 70’s that there would ever be a possibility the Pledge of Allegiance would be considered offensive to AMERICANS and that something as simple cherished by our founders as a prayer would be as offensive as pornography in our schools.
Listen well to the few surviving members of our GREATEST GENERATION. They will tell you stories that have long been deleted from our children’s history books. Stories of faith and patriotism, of morality and decency and dependence on one another. We are slowly moving toward a time when there will be no one to lay down their lives for their nations, a time when your neighbor would be considered a revival instead of a neighbor. Webster’s dictionary says a person who shows kindliness or helpfulness toward his or her fellow humans: to be a neighbor to someone in distress.
That no longer describes the majority of neighbors next door to our homes does it?
The late great comedic American once said this about our flag and country. "Boys and girls, I have been listening to you recite the Pledge of Allegiance all semester and it appears that it has become monotonous to you or could it be you do not know the meaning of those words. If I may, I would like to recite the Pledge and give to you a definition of the words.
I----meaning me, an individual, a committee of one.
Pledge----dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self pity.
Allegiance----my love and my devotion.
To the Flag----our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever she waves, there is respect because your loyalty has given her a dignity that shouts freedom is everybody's job.
Of the United----that means that we have all come together.
States----individual communities that have united into 48 great states. 48 individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose, all divided with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common cause, and that's love of country.
Of America.
And to the Republic----a republic, a state in which sovereign power is invested in representatives chosen by the people to govern. And government is the people and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the people.
For which it stands!
One nation----meaning, so blessed by God.
Indivisible----incapable of being divided.
With Liberty----which is freedom and the right of power to live one's life without threats or fear or any sort of retaliation.
And justice----The principle and quality of dealing fairly with others.
For all.----which means, boys and girls, it's as much your country as it is mine."
Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our nation, and two words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance "under God." Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said, "That's a prayer" and that would be eliminated from schools, too? ~ Red Skelton
What is it going to take to get us back to that level of patriotism and Christianity? Do you remember those brief few days after 9/11 when we became one nation under God. When NO one threatened to sue you for invoking God’s protection and blessings? Surely the ACLU offices must have been closed. Do you remember how our only concern was for our fellow Americans in that rubble? The nations attorneys must have been on vacation. Do you remember everyone wanted to go to New York and Washington DC to help? The UAW must have gone on extended lunch. What is it going to take to make this nation whole again? It doesn’t have to start with a disaster; it can start with just a simple gesture of human kindness to a neighbor or even a complete stranger. One NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE with LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL. We have the power and God given authority. Will me use it or will we be used. We have the choice. God bless America.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
TREASURES FROM THE PAST..I THINK
My dear friend River Jordan managed to break a cob web away from my rusted old mind. She talked about lost things on her radio show up in Nashville. The older I get the more things I seem to lose. Sometimes I lose them for a few minutes and sometimes I lose them for a few years. Don’t you love finding things you lost for years? It’s like discovering a time capsule. They are often just the way you left them. Ok, if it was a live animal you might want to let that sleeping dog lie… so to speak.
A few weeks ago I found a cash box I had forgotten about 10 yrs ago in a storage box. It was quite heavy and when I lifted it, I felt like I had discovered Davy Jones locker. I carefully placed it on a table and slowly unlocked and opened the box. My mind was racing, could I have left it full of silver dollars, maybe bags of mercury dimes or perhaps even a stack or two of twenty dollar bills? As I opened the lid, the mystery was quickly over, it was full of pennies. Yeah great… I was cheap back then too… go figure.
Probably one of my greatest finds was an attaché case of Boy Scout memorabilia. What a rush, there were patrol record books of friends long forgotten (although many are now on Face book). Merit badges, and an old black and white photograph or two, several neckerchief’s, order of the arrow book and several merit badges I earned over 40 ago, yes I said 40 yrs ago.
Ok here is the weird part; I also found a 1972 GIRL SCOUT calendar. Must have been from one of those Girl Scout camp raids at Camp Blue Springs in the sand hills of Bay County. That box had a little bit of everything in it. I even found some 45 yr old Valentines from classmates like Jenny Everitt and Julie Coleman. The good news is I get to relive those memories all over again as I went through that brief case.
Now that we have covered the good, let’s take a look at the bad. I found a lotto ticket where I won $50 back in 1994. That hurt, I won’t look at old lotto tickets anymore, I’m afraid what the next one will I also found my set of keys to my old red Yamaha Venture that I lost when I moved to this home two years ago. I had to load up my Venture on a trailer and haul it to a locksmith where I paid him $75 to re-key all my locks. I took my bike back home and when I got up the next morning to ride, I stepped on… you guessed it… my old set of keys. I’m pretty sure a gopher picked them up and was messing with me that morning by throwing them down where I would surely find them.
Ok we finally get to the worst scenario of this article. Surely you will remember doing this. You are looking through your closet or shop when it suddenly occurs to you, you haven’t seen some object in a long time and have no idea what happened to it. I had that happened to me when somehow I lost a 38 caliber revolver a few years ago. I looked everywhere and the only thing I could think of was that I hid it somewhere at my old house in Callaway and didn’t get to go get it before I moved out. Bummer, it was my first hand gun purchased on my 21st birthday. For some of you gun control freaks out there it’s not such a great loss but for a born and bread southern boy, it’s like losing a member of the family. I guess my musing is over for today I just hope I remember to push send when I submit this article. Have a great week.
A few weeks ago I found a cash box I had forgotten about 10 yrs ago in a storage box. It was quite heavy and when I lifted it, I felt like I had discovered Davy Jones locker. I carefully placed it on a table and slowly unlocked and opened the box. My mind was racing, could I have left it full of silver dollars, maybe bags of mercury dimes or perhaps even a stack or two of twenty dollar bills? As I opened the lid, the mystery was quickly over, it was full of pennies. Yeah great… I was cheap back then too… go figure.
Probably one of my greatest finds was an attaché case of Boy Scout memorabilia. What a rush, there were patrol record books of friends long forgotten (although many are now on Face book). Merit badges, and an old black and white photograph or two, several neckerchief’s, order of the arrow book and several merit badges I earned over 40 ago, yes I said 40 yrs ago.
Ok here is the weird part; I also found a 1972 GIRL SCOUT calendar. Must have been from one of those Girl Scout camp raids at Camp Blue Springs in the sand hills of Bay County. That box had a little bit of everything in it. I even found some 45 yr old Valentines from classmates like Jenny Everitt and Julie Coleman. The good news is I get to relive those memories all over again as I went through that brief case.
Now that we have covered the good, let’s take a look at the bad. I found a lotto ticket where I won $50 back in 1994. That hurt, I won’t look at old lotto tickets anymore, I’m afraid what the next one will I also found my set of keys to my old red Yamaha Venture that I lost when I moved to this home two years ago. I had to load up my Venture on a trailer and haul it to a locksmith where I paid him $75 to re-key all my locks. I took my bike back home and when I got up the next morning to ride, I stepped on… you guessed it… my old set of keys. I’m pretty sure a gopher picked them up and was messing with me that morning by throwing them down where I would surely find them.
Ok we finally get to the worst scenario of this article. Surely you will remember doing this. You are looking through your closet or shop when it suddenly occurs to you, you haven’t seen some object in a long time and have no idea what happened to it. I had that happened to me when somehow I lost a 38 caliber revolver a few years ago. I looked everywhere and the only thing I could think of was that I hid it somewhere at my old house in Callaway and didn’t get to go get it before I moved out. Bummer, it was my first hand gun purchased on my 21st birthday. For some of you gun control freaks out there it’s not such a great loss but for a born and bread southern boy, it’s like losing a member of the family. I guess my musing is over for today I just hope I remember to push send when I submit this article. Have a great week.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Another Hero Lost to Time
Yesterday I rode once again with the Patriot Guard of Northwest Florida to honor another national hero. This gentleman was perhaps not known anyone reading this blog but he was as important a citizen as George Patton. His name was Arthur Leonard Williams. Arthur was a well loved man among his friends, church and family. He passed away after 91 years of life. He was an American of African heritage and a patriot thru and thru. Arthur was one of approximately 30 surviving Tuskegee Airman. He flew his P-51 Mustang during World War II protecting our heavy bombers and if not for he and his gallant squadron many people would not be here today to enjoy this land of the free and home of the brave. In 2002 Arthur was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, the nation’s highest civilian honor, for his service with the Tuskegee Airmen.
I watched from my position of flag bearer as many elderly men and women filled the little church in Pensacola. Some were barely able to climb the steps of the 130 year old church building but with an apparent determination to make every step to the top. We assisted many and many more thanked us but preferred to make the climb themselves. I am sure that is the same determination that lived in the heart of Arthur.
I listened as friend after friend stepped to the small podium and shared a memory of a friend that will be most sorely missed. The great majority of attendees were senior citizens not too far behind Arthur. I felt sadness that there were not a lot younger people in the congregation. Perhaps it’s because Arthurs sacrifice was so long ago they had not heard. That same sadness came over me again thinking that all the treasures locked up in Arthurs mind are now gone from our nation’s archives. Many questions never asked that could no doubt have filled many history books.
It makes me wonder, had the local schools known about this extra ordinary citizen, would they have attended this funeral? Had they known Arthur was one of the greatest generation whom came between them and a life dictatorship, would they have come? Where were the news crews, the news paper men and the reporters? Was it not at least as good a story as a politician caught with his hands in the cookie jar?
We are losing these members of the greatest generation at a number of more than 1000 per day. If you find one of these national treasures (and by find I mean seek them out) be sure and sit down with them and spend some time listening to their stories. Write it down or tape it with a tape recorder but remember when the Patriot Guard Riders are standing a flag line for these gems, there will be no more time for stories or questions. Remember the words well of George Santayana: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
I watched from my position of flag bearer as many elderly men and women filled the little church in Pensacola. Some were barely able to climb the steps of the 130 year old church building but with an apparent determination to make every step to the top. We assisted many and many more thanked us but preferred to make the climb themselves. I am sure that is the same determination that lived in the heart of Arthur.
I listened as friend after friend stepped to the small podium and shared a memory of a friend that will be most sorely missed. The great majority of attendees were senior citizens not too far behind Arthur. I felt sadness that there were not a lot younger people in the congregation. Perhaps it’s because Arthurs sacrifice was so long ago they had not heard. That same sadness came over me again thinking that all the treasures locked up in Arthurs mind are now gone from our nation’s archives. Many questions never asked that could no doubt have filled many history books.
It makes me wonder, had the local schools known about this extra ordinary citizen, would they have attended this funeral? Had they known Arthur was one of the greatest generation whom came between them and a life dictatorship, would they have come? Where were the news crews, the news paper men and the reporters? Was it not at least as good a story as a politician caught with his hands in the cookie jar?
We are losing these members of the greatest generation at a number of more than 1000 per day. If you find one of these national treasures (and by find I mean seek them out) be sure and sit down with them and spend some time listening to their stories. Write it down or tape it with a tape recorder but remember when the Patriot Guard Riders are standing a flag line for these gems, there will be no more time for stories or questions. Remember the words well of George Santayana: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
Sunday, January 24, 2010
MATTHEW 27, 1 thru 54 if Written Today..my version
If Matthew had been written today in America, I believe Matthew 27 would have taken place like this......
It was still early in the morning when all the men and women of Congress and the Speaker of the house came in to the Congressional chambers. They had toiled all night with what to do and came to a decision that it would start riots in the streets to let Jesus go. What he was trying to do was go against a constitutional amendment. He KNEW that there could be no religion in the schools and work places but he just kept on spreading his stories to the people. He was told he could not have an unlawful assembly without permits but he kept on ministering. Again and again he was told healings were not approved by the food and drug administration but he continued to heal people. His followers were now growing in number and the government was being questioned at ever turn. Their decision had to be either a lifetime of imprisonment or execution by lethal injection. If he were imprisoned, he would draw public sympathy and just grow in popularity. This of course would infuriate the Muslim population which was rapidly becoming the majority religion in the United States of America. Yes he must be executed.
Jesus was handcuffed and ankle chains were snapped in place. Two FBI agents drove him down to the FBI headquarters in DC where he was to go before Terrorism Czar John Brannon for schedule of execution in Leavenworth Federal Prison.
When Judas who had betrayed Jesus saw that Jesus was condemned to die he was overcome by deep regret of what he had done. He tried to return the 600 bucks to the FBI agents he had made a deal with. He told them "Oh man, I really blew it, I sold out Jesus and that’s the same as selling out God. I betrayed an innocent man's life." He grabbed at an agents gun trying to get them to shoot him but they only threw him to the ground and laughed at him saying " Why should we care man? That's your problem now get out of here dirt bag." So Judas threw the money in through the office door and booked. He ran down to a deserted warehouse off West Ichabod Street and found an open door. There were some old manila ropes hanging on a cargo rail so he threw a couple ropes over a rafter, climbed an old ladder and jumped snapping his neck.
The Bureau Chief told the agents that gathered up the cash from the floor that the money had already been logged as informant money and had to go. So upon finding out about Judas's suicide they bought a plot down in the indigent cemetery for his burial. A grave hole was dug and two rather intoxicated state employees just tossed the pine box down into the whole where it shattered open. They knew no one would see the mess they made of Judas or the grave so they just shoveled over the dirt and left.
At the Capital Supreme court chamber and Supreme Court justice was getting very agitated with this man who called himself God. First these people try to overturn Row verses Wade and now one of them thinks he is God. Justice Kanaday decided to address this Jesus one more time. President Hassan told him he wanted this man silenced as soon as possible and as quietly as possible.
“Are you still claiming to be the King of the American community?" With this Jesus replied “Yes I am what you say I am." When he was accused by the Federal Prosecutors Jesus said not a single word. Justice Kanady then asked him “Man, don’t you hear the testimony you've been charged with?” But Jesus said nothing, not even to a single charge to the great amazement of the Justice.
Just this week Justice Kanaday was told of over crowding and that he could release a single prisoner from the prison but it had to be one of the least offenders and preferably not a repeat offender. As he walked down the Capitol steps with Jesus chained and cuffed close behind he thought for a moment. Not five paces behind Jesus was a notorious prisoner named Ted Bundy. He had been given a death sentence for the multiple brutal murders of several female college students. So when the crowd had began to grow there on the Capitol steps, the Justice turned to them and shouted "Which one of these men do you want me to release to you today, Ted Bundy or Jesus the Christ?" While standing there on that step the Justices cell phone rang. It was his wife who had been watching on the news. She told him “Don’t have anything to do with that innocent man. I had a terrible dream today about him and I still have a migraine from it."
In the street at the end of the steps a car door opened and the FBI Bureau Chief and his agents exited quickly. They told Justice Kanaday they knew what the decision of Congress was and he had better carry it out. They then turned to the crowd and shouted “You good people are loyal American citizens. Do you want a do gooder coming up here and telling you he is your leader without you even getting a vote? That is terrorism, threatening your very way of life. What do we do with Terrorist in this country people?" Which of these two do you want released to you? shouted the Justice. " TED BUNDY" they answered in anger. " WHAT SHOULD I THEN DO WITH JESUS WHO IS CALLED CHRIST?" the Governor asked loudly. "EXECUTE HIM “they responded with a little coaxing from the agents. " Why? What crime has he committed that could justify his execution over Bundy's?" the Governor asked. But they shouted all the louder "EXECUTE HIM ". When the Governor saw he was getting nowhere with the crowd he stopped a moment and began mumbling to himself. The crowd’s anger began to rage loudly when finally he through his hands up and said “I will have nothing to do with the murder of this man. His blood is on your conscience, not mine." The people responded “We know what to do with terrorist and traitors. EXECUTE HIM. " Then he released Bundy to them. He had Jesus beaten and tased and handed him back over to the agents to be taken to Leavenworth and executed.
A black van pulled up and took Jesus was thrown inside like a caged animal. They stripped him and put a scarlet sheet on him. They cut off a piece of barbed wire and fashioned a crown which they slammed down upon his head. Blood now running down his face, they put a broom in one hand and knelt down in front of him and mocked him. "HAIL, KING OF THE AMERICANS” they said. After they had mocked him, they spit on him and beat him with the broom .Then they took off the robe and put prison clothes on him and dragged him off to a holding cell where he would stay for a short time while they prepared the electric chair for his death, they decided lethal injection was too good for such a traitor as this and they wanted to see him suffer before he died. As they were dragging him down the hallway, they came up on a janitor named Simon and they forced him to carry Jesus the rest of the way to the holding cell.
Later that day they dragged him again down the long dark hallway into a large room. There were many chairs surrounding a small booth. In the booth was a large chair with a rather torturous looking wired helmet. Above the helmet on the wall was a sign “THE SKULL PALACE". While one officer was strapping Jesus in the other took out a bottle of spoiled grape juice, shoved it in Jesus face and said “Here, have a drink on the house your majesty." But Jesus, tasting a little on his lips refused to drink. Two guards could be heard in the background talking about his clothes he came in with. One of them said he could get a couple bucks for his Levi's. That would buy him a couple of lotto tickets. Another guard brought out a piece of card board and took out a magic marker and wrote "KING OF THE AMERICANS". He tied a piece of twine at the top and hung it around Jesus’ neck. There were two other inmates awaiting execution after him.
The room began to fill with spectators and witnesses seated in the large padded chairs around the booth. They began to taunt him and shout insults. How dare he think he could rule over this mighty nation of Americans. Who did he think he was? Son of God indeed, they shouted to him “Well Jesus, if you are the son of God, break those restraints and come out of there." In the same way the other inmates also flung insults at him. "Let him break free and come out of the booth and we will believe him." shouted the Speaker of the house from the side of the room.
The executioner then threw the switch for about one minute and then cut it off. He had intentionally lowered the voltage so that Jesus would not die right away. Again and again he would throw the switch and Jesus would twitch and squirm but never a word did he speak. Finally Jesus looked up with parched lips and cried "My God, My God, why have you abandoned me?” Immediately one of the officers said "he is calling God” and ran and got some vinegar and put it on a sponge and offered it to Jesus to drink. Czar Brannon watching from a monitor in the capital building and said “ok, that’s enough crank it up and let’s finish this.” But before the current could be increased Jesus called out again in and gave up his spirit.
At that moment the whole building began to shake. The circuit breakers behind the chairs glowed red hot and melted. The glass in the booth shattered and darkness fell on the entire country. The concrete walls in the prison split open like ripped paper. Congress and Senate members began to run from their buildings as the ceilings began to crumble. The Bureau Chief who only moments before had mocked Jesus, now fell on his knees and cried “My God what have we done, this really was the son of God!”
by Terry L. Richardson
TRichar384@aol.com
Copyright © January 24, 2010
It was still early in the morning when all the men and women of Congress and the Speaker of the house came in to the Congressional chambers. They had toiled all night with what to do and came to a decision that it would start riots in the streets to let Jesus go. What he was trying to do was go against a constitutional amendment. He KNEW that there could be no religion in the schools and work places but he just kept on spreading his stories to the people. He was told he could not have an unlawful assembly without permits but he kept on ministering. Again and again he was told healings were not approved by the food and drug administration but he continued to heal people. His followers were now growing in number and the government was being questioned at ever turn. Their decision had to be either a lifetime of imprisonment or execution by lethal injection. If he were imprisoned, he would draw public sympathy and just grow in popularity. This of course would infuriate the Muslim population which was rapidly becoming the majority religion in the United States of America. Yes he must be executed.
Jesus was handcuffed and ankle chains were snapped in place. Two FBI agents drove him down to the FBI headquarters in DC where he was to go before Terrorism Czar John Brannon for schedule of execution in Leavenworth Federal Prison.
When Judas who had betrayed Jesus saw that Jesus was condemned to die he was overcome by deep regret of what he had done. He tried to return the 600 bucks to the FBI agents he had made a deal with. He told them "Oh man, I really blew it, I sold out Jesus and that’s the same as selling out God. I betrayed an innocent man's life." He grabbed at an agents gun trying to get them to shoot him but they only threw him to the ground and laughed at him saying " Why should we care man? That's your problem now get out of here dirt bag." So Judas threw the money in through the office door and booked. He ran down to a deserted warehouse off West Ichabod Street and found an open door. There were some old manila ropes hanging on a cargo rail so he threw a couple ropes over a rafter, climbed an old ladder and jumped snapping his neck.
The Bureau Chief told the agents that gathered up the cash from the floor that the money had already been logged as informant money and had to go. So upon finding out about Judas's suicide they bought a plot down in the indigent cemetery for his burial. A grave hole was dug and two rather intoxicated state employees just tossed the pine box down into the whole where it shattered open. They knew no one would see the mess they made of Judas or the grave so they just shoveled over the dirt and left.
At the Capital Supreme court chamber and Supreme Court justice was getting very agitated with this man who called himself God. First these people try to overturn Row verses Wade and now one of them thinks he is God. Justice Kanaday decided to address this Jesus one more time. President Hassan told him he wanted this man silenced as soon as possible and as quietly as possible.
“Are you still claiming to be the King of the American community?" With this Jesus replied “Yes I am what you say I am." When he was accused by the Federal Prosecutors Jesus said not a single word. Justice Kanady then asked him “Man, don’t you hear the testimony you've been charged with?” But Jesus said nothing, not even to a single charge to the great amazement of the Justice.
Just this week Justice Kanaday was told of over crowding and that he could release a single prisoner from the prison but it had to be one of the least offenders and preferably not a repeat offender. As he walked down the Capitol steps with Jesus chained and cuffed close behind he thought for a moment. Not five paces behind Jesus was a notorious prisoner named Ted Bundy. He had been given a death sentence for the multiple brutal murders of several female college students. So when the crowd had began to grow there on the Capitol steps, the Justice turned to them and shouted "Which one of these men do you want me to release to you today, Ted Bundy or Jesus the Christ?" While standing there on that step the Justices cell phone rang. It was his wife who had been watching on the news. She told him “Don’t have anything to do with that innocent man. I had a terrible dream today about him and I still have a migraine from it."
In the street at the end of the steps a car door opened and the FBI Bureau Chief and his agents exited quickly. They told Justice Kanaday they knew what the decision of Congress was and he had better carry it out. They then turned to the crowd and shouted “You good people are loyal American citizens. Do you want a do gooder coming up here and telling you he is your leader without you even getting a vote? That is terrorism, threatening your very way of life. What do we do with Terrorist in this country people?" Which of these two do you want released to you? shouted the Justice. " TED BUNDY" they answered in anger. " WHAT SHOULD I THEN DO WITH JESUS WHO IS CALLED CHRIST?" the Governor asked loudly. "EXECUTE HIM “they responded with a little coaxing from the agents. " Why? What crime has he committed that could justify his execution over Bundy's?" the Governor asked. But they shouted all the louder "EXECUTE HIM ". When the Governor saw he was getting nowhere with the crowd he stopped a moment and began mumbling to himself. The crowd’s anger began to rage loudly when finally he through his hands up and said “I will have nothing to do with the murder of this man. His blood is on your conscience, not mine." The people responded “We know what to do with terrorist and traitors. EXECUTE HIM. " Then he released Bundy to them. He had Jesus beaten and tased and handed him back over to the agents to be taken to Leavenworth and executed.
A black van pulled up and took Jesus was thrown inside like a caged animal. They stripped him and put a scarlet sheet on him. They cut off a piece of barbed wire and fashioned a crown which they slammed down upon his head. Blood now running down his face, they put a broom in one hand and knelt down in front of him and mocked him. "HAIL, KING OF THE AMERICANS” they said. After they had mocked him, they spit on him and beat him with the broom .Then they took off the robe and put prison clothes on him and dragged him off to a holding cell where he would stay for a short time while they prepared the electric chair for his death, they decided lethal injection was too good for such a traitor as this and they wanted to see him suffer before he died. As they were dragging him down the hallway, they came up on a janitor named Simon and they forced him to carry Jesus the rest of the way to the holding cell.
Later that day they dragged him again down the long dark hallway into a large room. There were many chairs surrounding a small booth. In the booth was a large chair with a rather torturous looking wired helmet. Above the helmet on the wall was a sign “THE SKULL PALACE". While one officer was strapping Jesus in the other took out a bottle of spoiled grape juice, shoved it in Jesus face and said “Here, have a drink on the house your majesty." But Jesus, tasting a little on his lips refused to drink. Two guards could be heard in the background talking about his clothes he came in with. One of them said he could get a couple bucks for his Levi's. That would buy him a couple of lotto tickets. Another guard brought out a piece of card board and took out a magic marker and wrote "KING OF THE AMERICANS". He tied a piece of twine at the top and hung it around Jesus’ neck. There were two other inmates awaiting execution after him.
The room began to fill with spectators and witnesses seated in the large padded chairs around the booth. They began to taunt him and shout insults. How dare he think he could rule over this mighty nation of Americans. Who did he think he was? Son of God indeed, they shouted to him “Well Jesus, if you are the son of God, break those restraints and come out of there." In the same way the other inmates also flung insults at him. "Let him break free and come out of the booth and we will believe him." shouted the Speaker of the house from the side of the room.
The executioner then threw the switch for about one minute and then cut it off. He had intentionally lowered the voltage so that Jesus would not die right away. Again and again he would throw the switch and Jesus would twitch and squirm but never a word did he speak. Finally Jesus looked up with parched lips and cried "My God, My God, why have you abandoned me?” Immediately one of the officers said "he is calling God” and ran and got some vinegar and put it on a sponge and offered it to Jesus to drink. Czar Brannon watching from a monitor in the capital building and said “ok, that’s enough crank it up and let’s finish this.” But before the current could be increased Jesus called out again in and gave up his spirit.
At that moment the whole building began to shake. The circuit breakers behind the chairs glowed red hot and melted. The glass in the booth shattered and darkness fell on the entire country. The concrete walls in the prison split open like ripped paper. Congress and Senate members began to run from their buildings as the ceilings began to crumble. The Bureau Chief who only moments before had mocked Jesus, now fell on his knees and cried “My God what have we done, this really was the son of God!”
by Terry L. Richardson
TRichar384@aol.com
Copyright © January 24, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
In the Year 2000 and 10
Ok guys, I wrote this song this morning. For all you ancient wonders you will remember a song in our youth Called "In the Year 2525" performed by Zager and Evans. If you dont remember it, google it, listen to it and then put the music to this song. I think you might like it.. hopefully. Have a great day.
In the Year 2000 and 10
In the year 19 and 45
If democracy is still alive
If the constitution can survive
We may find….
In the years 19 and 62
Prayers was stripped from our children in the public schools
For 19 years our country did decay.
And God was warning of a coming judgment day.
In the year 19 and 81
Reagan was elected Prosperity had again begun
For eight years we were strong and we were blessed
In God we trust was our motto strongly stressed
In the year 19 and 93
Clinton took the white house morality was up a tree
For eight years our economy declined
Jobs were lost to a “Gone to Mexico” sign.
In the year 2000 and 1
Gods hand was for a moment lifted and darkened the sun.
Four planes became missiles and our safety was now through.
Death filled the skies and the anxieties grew.
In the year 2000 and 9
Its now apparent lady liberty has gone totally blind
Socialism is alive and communism too
Trillions in debt and what can we do?
It’s now 2000 and 10
We had better turn back to God and repent of our sin.
We’ve lost our Congress and our Senate too
We can rebuild them again but it's up to you.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
Copyright © January 1, 2010
In the Year 2000 and 10
In the year 19 and 45
If democracy is still alive
If the constitution can survive
We may find….
In the years 19 and 62
Prayers was stripped from our children in the public schools
For 19 years our country did decay.
And God was warning of a coming judgment day.
In the year 19 and 81
Reagan was elected Prosperity had again begun
For eight years we were strong and we were blessed
In God we trust was our motto strongly stressed
In the year 19 and 93
Clinton took the white house morality was up a tree
For eight years our economy declined
Jobs were lost to a “Gone to Mexico” sign.
In the year 2000 and 1
Gods hand was for a moment lifted and darkened the sun.
Four planes became missiles and our safety was now through.
Death filled the skies and the anxieties grew.
In the year 2000 and 9
Its now apparent lady liberty has gone totally blind
Socialism is alive and communism too
Trillions in debt and what can we do?
It’s now 2000 and 10
We had better turn back to God and repent of our sin.
We’ve lost our Congress and our Senate too
We can rebuild them again but it's up to you.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
Copyright © January 1, 2010
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