Life: It Is What It Is

Life: It Is What It Is

Yes it is what it is but does that then depend on what ‘it’ is? ‘It’ could be like ‘truth’, does truth simply depend on whose version of it we seek? The ‘it’ of this note to you today is simply ‘life’. I have been blessed to have been given over sixty years here upon this patch of ground and I have seen many pretty locations here in the States and in Canada. I now only see them in my memories as life and time have retired my roaming days. No amount of wanting to do things that I used to could do changes the fact that I am now a broken down old man and my body just won’t let me do it. ‘It’ simply is like life itself, it is what it is, until we change it.

 

I can’t go back and change the mistakes of my past nor can I relive days of old with people I love, but who have moved on. If you are like me at all then you also have several points in times past where you wish you could change a decision you made in your personal life. One of the hard truths of life is that we can only go forward in life, we can not spin the globe counter clock wise. Having to live with the knowledge of our own mistakes is what tends to grow us as adults and as humans, or it can break us if we dare to let it. Depression can be the ‘it’ that destroys our lives sometimes if we let it control us. Wine, women and song is said to destroy, but only if we let it. We humans are hopefully like a sponge, we learn everyday as we are made to go forward to learn from ‘it’, life, our mistakes, or our successes.

 

Race is a good example of ‘it is what it is’ I think for this demonstration of what I am trying to say. Race to me is nothing more than a skin color, it is not a definition of a type of person or at least it should not be considered so. Race is what we as a society are choosing to let it be, good, evil, or something that completely does not matter. I am a white person who was born in the American south, these are facts that I had nothing to say about when they happened, no one else here on earth had anything to do with their two situation’s either. Things no one can control should not matter. Racism is something we can all control, if the color of a person is what is most important to you, you are poisoning your own soul and the lives of those around you. An example I am going to give right now is obviously just my own opinion but then again isn’t this what most (not all though) folks writing blogs are doing? If you are a person who believes that your race was treated wrong in the past or that you are not being treated as equals now, have you intern grown to be a hate filled soul? Have we become that which we have always hated in others? Our skin color is what it is. The rest of it, the hatred, the stupidity, these are ‘it’s’ that could be changed. That is if, we will choose to accept the love of Jesus in our heart, mind and soul. If we choose not to, we will cost us ‘it/our own soul, to be cast into hell forever. That is to high of a price for everyone and anyone to have to pay for ‘it/hate/racism/stupidity/ignorance’. It is not just our own life that is one the line everyday, it is our eternity that is also staring us in the face.

 

 

 

Black Lives matter, Blue Lives Matter, All Lives Matter

Black Lives matter, Blue Lives Matter, All Lives Matter

(I FIRST RAN THIS ARTICLE IN NOVEMBER OF 2015 BUT I DECIDED TO RUN IT AGAIN AFTER A YOUNG UNARMED MAN WAS SHOT 20 IN HIS BACK YARD IN SACRAMENTO CALIFORNIA BY A COUPLE OF POLICE OFFICERS A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO)

A few days ago I saw a picture somewhere here in the States during some kind of a rally where it showed uniformed police officers and some were holding up a sign that said “Blue Lives Matter”, I hadn’t seen that before but obviously it stuck in my memory. After the police officer shot that young black man in Ferguson Missouri earlier this year and the riots that followed a group of people started up the campaign of Black Lives Matter and yes, they absolutely do matter, but so does everyone else including the lives of every single man and woman who carry a badge.

 

Personally I believe that we are looking at two main issues when it comes to police violence against anyone anywhere at any time. First I do believe as a Christian that no person has any right to use deadly force against anyone unless they or their family are being attacked. When this happens though I do believe that everyone has the right and the duty to protect themselves and their loved ones. You see if there is no “attack” then there is no “attack” to protect from. A lot of Americas problems with our youth is that they do tend to have lousy parenting skills, or simply have no care about raising their kids to be God-loving and God-fearing human beings. When our young people develop a culture where they are proud of being loud mouthed punks where they have no respect for anyone or anything and their life goals is to act as big and bad as possible, then our young folks end up butting heads with the police departments. When we have a culture where acting like or being “gangster” is a life goal then these young folks are sometimes going to cross paths with some punks who are wearing blue. Being a cop is a difficult job and it usually takes a person who is rather “macho” “alpha males or ladies” to be able to do that job. But law enforcement world-wide is morally obligated to make sure that all Officers are mature, reasonable, honest adults and many departments have failed horribly at this job requirement.

 

Two things that I would like to see done in my lifetime is for our youth to find the love of Jesus and follow His examples of love instead of following the gangster hoodlum stupidity. If people would simply obey an Officers requests/orders and follow the Officers orders immediately and do it politely then how many lives would still be being lived? Now about Police Officers, their people, their responsibilities and their maturity issues. I am almost 60 years old now and I have lived in many states north and south. I have known many Police Officers from different backgrounds and I totally believe that many Officers and in some cases their whole departments are very much immature punks, thugs, and loud mouths. These type issues plus the fact that most Officers any more act as though they are scared to death of everyone they encounter. Some of this fear is valid as there are people in society who will shoot a cop for fun, and the cops know this danger. If you notice, anymore whenever a cop encounters people they almost always have the side arm unlatched and they have one hand on the trigger. In some cases this fear/cautiousness has caused innocent people to be murdered by a cop yet this same fear/caution has saved many Officers lives because the person they have stopped are sometimes looking for a chance to kill the Officer.

 

Every life on Earth matters, black, blue, white, brown, red, yellow, or pink with purple poke a dots. Every human life matters. So my conclusion on this issue today is a two-fold request. One, our society here in America is sick, certain cultures especially in the black communities have got to correct themselves. This must be done through better parenting skills with more Dads acting like dads. I personally did a horrible job at raising my two blood children but I was fortunate in that they were raised by a good family and they both turned out to be college grads who have never been in jail and who are now great parents themselves. Most people aren’t so lucky and it seems that our society excepts and applauds people who act like total morons. If families all still prayed at the supper table each evening and took even a half of an hour for Bible study and prayer and have the parents acting like loving parents, it is my belief that there would be many more young people still alive and out of prison than what we see today. Also, I believe that there would be more Police Officers alive today if as a profession they would vigorously fire the mean, hate filled, aggressive Officers who are ruining their profession. This does not hardly ever happen because to many departments are now headed by the same human garbage as the Officers they protect. Just because a person has been a Cop for 20 years does not mean that they are a quality person or Officer, just as a person who is a teacher who has 20 years experience does not mean that they are worth a damn as a teacher. A person can do a job for a whole life time but that does not mean that they were ever doing their job the way they swore an oath to do it.

 

America, we as a Nation have a lot of problems and we all are going to have many more new survival issues in our countries future, that is if we don’t implode as a Nation first. We as a Nation must come together as one people who are dedicated to Christian ideology or we will come apart at the seams. I guess maturity and decency by all people toward all people is beyond our reach as “a people”, I wish that wasn’t so but as the old saying goes “the proof is in the pudding.” If we fight among ourselves because of race and hatred then we as a Nation will be defeated by the Islamic hate groups that want all of us to die as quickly as possible. Folks, we don’t have a chance until we grow up and act like God-loving people toward each other, no matter what color, no matter what job.

Forgiveness

FORGIVENESS

 

Tonight my wife and I were watching a taped show of Criminal Minds and like any good program should, it made me think on some issues. This program like most if not all of their programs has one of more murders in it. In tonight’s program the unsub (unknown subject) killed ten people before he killed himself. He was in a home to kill what would have been his eleventh victim when the FBI burst into the room. This man was seeking revenge for the death of his wife ten years earlier on some of the people he felt were guilty.

Ten years, some would say this is a long time, others would say, not so. How do we put a time limit on hurt and pain when this hurt is branded into one’s heart or mind? If in our soul we continue to have hate, is there such a thing as a time limit? It has been 210 months since my Mom was killed in a car accident, as you can probably tell, I have not forgotten. I could put the time down into hours and minutes, but that would serve no purpose. It took me a long time to be able to let this accident go in my heart and mind. Forgive, yes, forget, no. The young man who killed her was being immature and reckless in his driving, but it was still and accident. I never met him for the concern that if I did I might snap his neck, I have moved past those feelings for several years now, though I do still remember his name. If he had straight out murdered her, his name would have long since been written in stone. What we can forgive is a personal thing and it varies with each of us, and we will never know until an event happens to us that brings us to our knees.

At the end of tonight’s program part of a sentence started out “forgiveness does not change the past”, and no, it doesn’t. But forgiving is something that we can all do, but different issues can vary in the time it takes our hearts to heal from the event. Forgetting, a lot of things that have happened to us in our lives will never go out of our memories and psychologist tell us that some of the bad events in our childhood we suppress trying to forget them. The following few sentences are what walked across my mind after I heard that previous quote I just gave you, and I will close this note to you with it.

Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does shine a light on our future. Either a light to brightness, life, and site, or a light of blackness toward the evil that we now choose to live in.

(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

Heart Cath this morning

Getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes to go to the VA in Lexington Ky for another heart cath. Scheduled to begin it at 10:30 EST. The doctors want to see if my heart is able to handle a neck and low back surgeries later this spring. I have had a couple of other heart surgeries in my past and it is not in very good condition. If everything goes perfect I will be back home this evening, if there are minor issues I might have to stay there a night or two. But if there are major issues this might be my last note to you. I wish each and every one of you God’s peace, grace and love, I wish you all well.—ted

(Spiritual Poem) Praise And Vanity

PRAISE AND VANITY

 

We praise who we are, not what we ought to be

Are we pleased with the mirror, the selfie we see

So vain, or just honesty, not really vanity at all

What we wish for most we worship, this we are

A beautiful bum, Silver Shadow in our garage

What we praise is who we be, who we really are

 

 

Put someone else first, you are an odd one this I see

DC-10, hitch us a ride onto the next large rock barge

Clone us but don’t donate a thing when were dead

So many a plastic neon star self-proclaimed as we are

Through personal praise and ego, a star we know we are

 

 

To whom or what is worthy, that we should ever bow or pray

We know we are so cool, yet we’re one heartbeat from the flame

Wake up dead with Hell’s heat licking our heartless shell of shame

To who is it now that listens to our prayers as we endure the pain

While we’re still breathing, our heart, mind, and Soul, decides today

Careful what we pray for, without humility we show the world our shame

 

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Spiritual Poem) An Old Poet’s Prayer

AN OLD POETS PRAYER

 

Here I sit with my pen in my hand

Pondering deep inside myself a prayer

Praying to our Lord, Father, and King

How to write poetic words to You again

 

On my own there is nothing I know

I pray my Lord for rhyme and flow

Please guide my hand my heart in song

Please put Your words in order on my tongue

However in your eyes Lord you wish them flow

 

I pray that all of the words I ever write Lord are yours

I pray Your Spirit Lord is holding my hand like braille

Please tell my thoughts where they should start and let off

Poetic talent can take your shoestrings and uses them to choke you

With the Spirit of The Lord firmly in your Soul there is no earthly prison

 

Son stretch out your mind and write of the things you care about

If the Spirit of God shines within you your poems will may be of light

The darkness of a Poe or a Whitman, were they from a dark soul as well

Bright smiles often hide the dagger or gun up the sleeve as will tell

Careful how you spin your tales remember your spouse married low

 

Lord please excuse the dust upon my hand, my heart, my Bible and my brain

Your power and your wisdom Lord are above my level of knowledge or sight-plane

Through your kindness of your Spirit I always pray you guide my every breath

A heart filled love and with gratitude for Your Spirit to be shared with my Soul

I and my poetry Lord are filled with stumble, yet please accept this old poets prayer

Amen

 

 

 

 

 

(Poem About Reality) Facing Starvation Today

FACING STARVATION TODAY

 

Seven billion people face starvation everyday

One break in the link, one chink in the chain

Someone new will feel the sting of hunger each day

Regarding starvation the civilized have become soulless

Governments gelding the very ones who keep us all fed

 

Starvation; sure, but only in other Nations, not in mine

Do the fat turn a blind eye so they don’t see the pain

Proud people of the Navajo, Apache and the mighty Sioux

Wholesale and Casinos the only way left to feed, or famine

Black, White, Red, or Brown, being poor trampled the same

 

Africa and Asia on T.V. screens we see such sickening pitiful scenes

How can the World say they believe in God, then treat others this way

NASDAQ, profit margins, public company, bottom line all that matters

With the shortage of any product the cost per unit does always raise

Each country and village needs to work hard to be in food self-sufficient

 

The poor die young, the privileged die old, the middle class thinning away

Seven billion people; folks that’s a whole lot of mouths needing food today

Every turn from the light the Earth swallows the blood of the starving innocent

Daily the civilized throw millions of pounds of food, what some call trash; away

Missions and Shelters need our help, please don’t throw these people away

 

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Everyone Has To Matter, Or No one Matters At All

EVERYONE HAS TO MATTER, OR NO ONE MATTERS AT ALL

 

Do we think we are the only thing that is, that matters

Yet even the stars above us do not shine by their own glory

The world gives credit to more than just one land or tongue

With all the hard work we have endured others get the bounty

If we are true to ourselves and to God why should such matter

 

Is it possible for one to love others that our own eyes have not seen

How we seem to love to pose with a shiny stick with a camera on its end

Do real men abandon the Lady if she dare pee the wrong color on the stick

No one gives a damn about you kid, the nature of the words and songs heard

Takes a Village of Caring People, when the parents never cared nor ever will

 

Growing up is an icy fog trying to understand the hate we seem to generate

Beat a child they can grow to hate the beater, and the crowd who didn’t care

Fists and hearts grow callous in a home with no love, faith, or spiritual caring

Yet if we do not share discipline with love, it is a Monster we raise as Our Heir

No one can flee like a coward from the cross-hairs of a child’s hate, grown up

 

There are those that are raised in privilege, and those who were raised with none

So easy for the Ancient to teach their own hate, keep the children hungry and dumb

Hate everyone who worked to become, what they were to lazy themselves to be

Excited looking at oneself, O how piety reeks, smell the sulfur when you breathe

Sleep well till the Keys to Hell or the Strings of Harps jingle in our bedside dreams

Everyone has to matter to everyone before love, caring, and peace can forever reign