Sunday, September 27, 2020

WHITE PRIVILEGE

 "Your great-great-grandfather was my gggf's owner.  He bought him at Charleston, SC on a slave block." Many can honestly say that. Still others were forced to works as slaves, for years, until they payed off the cost of the trip to America they had to purchase to leave farms which they were forced off in their homeland.  Many, many more worked for "halves" on the land of another, as "sharecroppers".


Musing about what privilege we pass on to the next generation.  Family is important, for so many reasons.  A car for high school graduation certainly zooms one down life's highway.  Some even get one on their sixteenth birthday?!


What a blessing to have godly parents. This blessing can even spillover into the third and fourth generation?!  The godly advice and encouragement of a grandparent is incalculably invaluable!  The personality of an entire family takes its cue from a godly patriarch and/or matriarch.


A trust account or inheritance from a grandparent may enablingly distract, or hopefully provide a stepping stone to greater service and sacrifice?!


Conversely, dark input from ungodly parents is an aweful curse.  The curse is often multigenerational.


Godliness is free for the taking, for any who want it. Conversely, darkness is cripplingly expensive in so many ways!  Walking in the light is safer and more sensible. Stumbling along in the darkness is destructive and stupid.


Priorities, values, habits, viewpoints, vocabulary, ... all are passed on, for better or worse.


White privilege?  Dark curse?  What are we passing on?

We only give what we have in our hands, and in our heart.

In all your striving after the temporary and perishable, do not miss the eternal and permanent.


Be careful what you desire.  You may get it. Then you'll pass it on to your family, like a disease.  You will enslave the next generation.


Jesus is the Light!

Don't walk in darkness.

Bless the next generation!


Wednesday, September 16, 2020

SMOKE

 West coast forest fires have made visibility nearly zero with their smoke. Their smoke has traveled across country and is visible in New York.  Fires are popping up all over the Pacific coast.


West coast "protests" are spreading across the country.  Social media is aflame with "justice issues"!  Spreading across the country is unrest, violence, havoc.


Smoke gets in our eyes.  Smoke-screens hide our view of the source.  In our frustration and fear we are distracted from reality.


And the fifth angel blew his trumpet, and I saw a star fallen from heaven to earth, and he was given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit. He opened the shaft of the bottomless pit, and from the shaft rose smoke like the smoke of a great furnace, and the sun and the air were darkened with the smoke from the shaft.

Revelation 9:1‭-‬2 ESV


What distracts us? What deludes us?  Into what are we rushing as we run in the smoke?


Therefore God sends them a strong delusion, so that they may believe what is false, in order that all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.

2 Thessalonians 2:11‭-‬12 ESV


People are more concerned about toys than they are about the Trinity.  People are more concerned about ecology than they are about their eternal soul.  We are focused on the color of another's skin, while ignoring the color of our own heart.  Make no mistake, the anger of man does NOT work the righteousness of God.  Kind of like the song says, "we would march into heaven for a hellish cause ..." 🎶. But, it does not work that way.


Listen carefully!  Can you hear the demonic cackling from within the smoke?!  We're being lured into the pit.



Thursday, September 10, 2020

The Pack and the Presence



skipping up the verdant way

a song in my heart

a tune on my lips




wandering down a dark trail

eyes glowing in the night

trailing me for days

running and climbing no good.

steadily gaining ground

seemingly no escape 

can hear their howls

can see their shadows

can smell their breath

one stumble and they're on me

snarling and ripping

life slipping away




but, a powerful Presence overshadows

protection, provision, peace


the pack then retreats

I drift off into sleep

awaking with the new morning

all is calm and serene

devilish wounds are healing

up and on the upward path


it's been two days, and the music is back.


the pack is out of sight

the Presence is unseen

they're both still somewhere