SHOULD CHRISTIANS SUPPORT OBAMA?

Another email received from a friend that I passionately agree with. Christians should never support dishonor, dishonesty & destruction of the freedoms purchased for us no matter from whom or where it comes. These things were won for us at too high a price to turn our backs on that sacrifice and play wink, wink with those who would dishonor them. Yes, respect the office but never lay your honor down to evil men and women in high office.

This man was on Dr. Charles Stanley's program "In Touch" as a guest speaker.
I almost shouted "HALLELUJAH" when I finished reading.
Forward or discard....it's your choice.

Dr. David Barton is more of a historian than a Biblical speaker, but very famous for his knowledge of historical facts as well as Biblical truths.

Dr. David Barton - on Obama
Respect the Office? Yes.
Respect the Man in the Office? No, I am sorry to say.
I have noted that many elected officials, both Democrats and Republicans, called upon America to unite behind Obama.
Well, I want to make it clear to all who will listen that I AM NOT uniting behind Obama !

I will respect the Office which he holds, and I will acknowledge his abilities as an orator and wordsmith and pray for him, BUT that is it.
I have begun today to see what I can do to make sure that he is a one-term President !

Why am I doing this ?
It is because:

- I do not share Obama's vision or value system for America ;
- I do not share his Abortion beliefs;
- I do not share his radical Marxist's concept of re-distributing wealth;
- I do not share his stated views on raising taxes on those who make $150,000+ (the ceiling has been changed three times since August);
- I do not share his view that America is Arrogant;
- I do not share his view that America is not a Christian Nation;
- I do not share his view that the military should be reduced by 25%;
- I do not share his view of amnesty and giving more to illegals than our American Citizens who need help;
- I do not share his views on homosexuality and his definition of marriage;
- I do not share his views that Radical Islam is our friend and Israel is our enemy who should give up any land;
- I do not share his spiritual beliefs (at least the ones he has made public);
- I do not share his beliefs on how to re-work the healthcare system in America;
- I do not share his Strategic views of the Middle East; and
- I certainly do not share his plan to sit down with terrorist regimes such as Iran.
Bottom line: my America is vastly different from Obama's, and I have a higher obligation to my Country and my GOD to do what is Right !
For eight (8) years, the Liberals in our Society, led by numerous entertainers who would have no platform and no real credibility but for their celebrity status, have attacked President Bush, his family, and his spiritual beliefs!
They have not moved toward the center in their beliefs and their philosophies, and they never came together nor compromised their personal beliefs for the betterment of our Country!
They have portrayed my America as a land where everything is tolerated except being intolerant !
They have been a vocal and irreverent minority for years !
They have mocked and attacked the very core values so important to the founding and growth of our Country !
They have made every effort to remove the name of GOD or Jesus Christ from our Society !
They have challenged capital punishment, the right to
bear firearms, and the most basic principles of our criminal code !
They have attacked one of the most fundamental of all Freedoms, the right of free speech!

Unite behind Obama? Never!
I am sure many of you who read this think that I am going overboard, but I refuse to retreat one more inch in favor of those whom I believe are the embodiment of Evil!

PRESIDENT BUSH made many mistakes during his Presidency, and I am not sure how history will judge him. However, I believe that he weighed his decisions in light of the long established Judeo-Christian principles of our Founding Fathers!!!

Majority rules in America , and I will honor the concept; however, I will fight with all of my power to be a voice in opposition to Obama and his "goals for America .."
I am going to be a thorn in the side of those who, if left unchecked, will destroy our Country! Any more compromise is more defeat!

I pray that the results of this election will wake up many who have sat on the sidelines and allowed the Socialist-Marxist anti-GOD crowd to slowly change so much of what has been good in America !

"Error of Opinion may be tolerated where Reason is left free to combat it." - Thomas Jefferson
GOD bless you and GOD bless our Country!
(Please, please, please, pass this on if you agree. 
Thanks for your time, may you and yours be safe.
"In GOD We Trust"

Excuse the French BUT LMAO!!!

This is just too funny not to pass on. A belly laugh never hurt anyone.

5000 years ago, God told Moses to say, "Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land."

75 years ago Roosevelt introduced Welfare and said, "Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, light up a Camel, this is the Promised Land."


Today, Congress has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of Camels, and mortgaged the Promised Land.

AMERICA, RIP, 1776 - 2012

I didn't write this particular piece (received it as an email from a friend) but  have written the same things, time after time. These facts never fail to send cold chills down my spine and righteous anger flaring up in my heart. It's time to get over ourselves, stop the juvenile blame-game and call a halt to this runaway train derailing America. If we don't move quickly and decisively as one, we will be destroyed. The question of 'when' is 'NOW, NOW, NOW!' 

In 1887 Alexander Tyler, a Scottish history professor at the University of
Edinburgh, had this to say about the fall of the Athenian Republic some
2,000 years prior:

"A democracy is always temporary in nature; it simply cannot exist as a
permanent form of government. A democracy will continue to exist up until
the time that voters discover that they can vote themselves generous gifts
from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for
the candidates who promise the most benefits from the public treasury, with
the result that every democracy will finally collapse over loose fiscal
policy, (which is) always followed by a dictatorship." 

"The average age of the world's greatest civilizations from the beginning of
history, has been about 200 years. During those 200 years, these nations
always progressed through the following sequence:

From bondage to spiritual faith;
From spiritual faith to great courage;
From courage to liberty;
From liberty to abundance;
From abundance to complacency;
From complacency to apathy;
From apathy to dependence;
From dependence back into bondage."

The Obituary follows: *Born 1776 .... Died 2012* 

 Professor Joseph Olson of Hamline University School of Law in St. Paul,
Minnesota, points out some interesting statistics concerning the last
Presidential election:
It doesn't hurt to consider this carefully.

Number of States won by: Obama: 19; McCain: 29
Square miles of land won by: Obama: 580,000; McCain: 2,427,000
Population of counties won by: Obama: 127 million; McCain: 143 million
Murder rate per 100,000 residents in counties won by: Obama: 13.2; McCain:
2.1

Professor Olson observed: "In aggregate, the map of the territory McCain won
was mostly the land owned by the taxpaying citizens of the country. Obama
territory mostly encompassed those citizens living in low income tenements
and living off various forms of government welfare..." 

Olson believes the United States is now somewhere between the "complacency
and apathy" phase of Professor Tyler's definition of democracy, with some
forty percent of the nation's population already having reached the
"governmental dependency" phase.

If Congress grants amnesty and citizenship to twenty million criminal
invaders called illegal's - and they vote - then we can say goodbye to the
USA in fewer than five years.

If you are in favor of this, then by all means, delete this message.

If you are not, then pass this along to help everyone realize just how much
is at stake, knowing that apathy is the greatest danger to our freedom.

This is truly scary! Of course we are not a democracy, we are a
Constitutional Republic. Someone should point this out to Obama. Of course
we know he and too many others pay little attention to The Constitution. There couldn't be more at stake than in Nov 2012.  

Remember, not only did you contribute to Social Security but your employer
did too. It totaled 15% of your income before taxes. If you averaged only
30K over your working life, that’s close to $220,500. If you calculate the
future value of $4,500 per year (yours & your employer’s contribution) at a
simple 5% (less than what the govt. pays on the money that it borrows),
after 49 years of working (me) you’d have $892,919.98. If you took out only
3% per year, you receive $26,787.60 per year and it would last better than
30 years, and that’s with no interest paid on that final amount on deposit!
If you bought an annuity and it paid 4% per year, you’d have a lifetime
income of $2,976.40 per month. The folks in Washington have pulled off a
bigger Ponzi scheme than Bernie Madhoff ever had. 

Entitlement?? We paid cash for our social security insurance!!!! Just
because they borrowed the money, doesn't make our benefits some kind of
charity or handout!! Congressional benefits, aka. free healthcare,
outrageous retirement packages, 67 paid holidays, three weeks paid vacation
, unlimited paid sick days, now that's welfare, and they have the nerve to
call Social Security entitlements! 

VERY INTERESTING!

Tuesday's Daily Bulletin paper, ran two articles on the front page side by
side :

1- Calif 's 20 Billion Dollar Budget Deficit
2- The Calif Supreme Court ruling that ILLEGAL'S can attend college and
get benefits.
Why don't they just deport them when they arrive to register?  

Last year they ran an article on the yearly costs to Calif Taxpayers
from Illegals using Hospital Emergency Rooms for their general health care -
At just one hospital the cost to tax payers totaled over 25 million a
year.  

Would someone please tell me what's wrong with all the people that run this
country! We're "broke" & can't help our own Seniors, Veterans, Orphans,
Homeless etc.,?
... we have provided aid to Haiti, Chile, and Turkey. And now Pakistan
...... home of bin Laden { R-I-P :) }. Literally, BILLIONS of DOLLARS!!!

Our retired seniors living on a 'fixed income' receive no aid nor do they
get any breaks, while our government and religious organizations pour
Hundreds of Billions of $$$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!

They
call Social Security and Medicare an entitlement even though most of us have
been paying for it all our working lives and now when its time for us to
collect, the government is running out of money. Why did the government
borrow from it in the first place?

We have hundreds of adoptable children who are shoved aside to make room for
the adoption of foreign orphans.

AMERICA: a country where we have homeless without shelter, children going to
bed hungry, elderly going without 'needed' meds, and mentally ill without
treatment -etc,etc. YET.... They have a 'Benefit' for the people of Haiti
on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents
clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies.

Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT* gave 'US' the same support they give to other
countries.

Sad isn't it?

WHY WE SHOULD HIRE WALMART TO FIX THE ECONOMY!!!

(An email I received that makes sense to me. You can't argue with success or with the fact that these people certainly know what they're doing and are the best in the world at doing it. Trump is looking better and better as a Presidential candidate.)

Wal-Mart vs. The Morons 
1. Americans spend $36,000,000 at Wal-Mart Every HOUR of every day.
           
2. This works out to $20,928 profit every minute!
3. Wal-Mart will sell more from January 1 to St. Patrick's Day (March 17th) than Target sells all year.

4. Wal-Mart is bigger than Home Depot + Kroger + Target +Sears + Costco + K-Mart combined.

5. Wal-Mart employs 1.6 million people, is the world's largest private employer, and most speak English.

6. Wal-Mart is the largest company in the history of the world.

7. Wal-Mart now sells more food than Kroger and Safeway combined, and keep in mind they did this in only fifteen years.

8. During this same period, 31 big supermarket chains sought bankruptcy.

9. Wal-Mart now sells more food than any other store in the world.

10. Wal-Mart has approx 3,900 stores in the  USA of which 1,906 are Super Centers; this is 1,000 more than it had five years ago.

11. This year 7.2 billion different purchasing experiences will occur at Wal-Mart stores. (Earth's population is approximately 6.5 Billion.)

12. 90% of all Americans live within fifteen miles of a Wal-Mart.

You may think that I am complaining, but I am really laying the ground work for suggesting that MAYBE we should hire the guys who run Wal-Mart to fix the economy.

This should be read and understood by all Americans Democrats, Republicans, EVERYONE!!

To President Obama and all 535 voting members of the Legislature,

It is now official that the majority of you are corrupt morons:

a.. The  U.S. Postal Service was established in 1775. You have had 234 years to get it right and it is broke. 
 
b.. Social Security was established in 1935. You have had 74 years to get it right and it is broke. 
c.. Fannie Mae was established in 1938. You have had 71 years to get it right and it is broke.
                               
d.. War on Poverty started in 1964. You have had 45 years to get it right; $1 trillion of our money is confiscated each year and transferred to "the poor" and they only want more.
                               
e.. Medicare and Medicaid were established in 1965. You have had 44 years to get it right and they are broke.
                               
f.. Freddie Mac was established in 1970. You have had 39 years to get it right and it is broke.
                               
g.. The Department of Energy was created in 1977 to lessen our dependence on foreign oil. It has ballooned to 16,000 employees with a budget of $24 billion a year and we import more oil than ever before. You had 32 years to get it right and it is an abysmal failure.
                               
You have FAILED in every "government service" you have shoved down our throats while overspending our tax dollars.

AND YOU WANT AMERICANS TO BELIEVE YOU CAN BE TRUSTED WITH A GOVERNMENT-RUN HEALTH CARE SYSTEM   ??

                               
Folks, keep this circulating. It is very well stated. Maybe it will end up in the e-mails of some of our "duly elected' (they never read anything) and their staff will clue them in on how Americans feel. 

 AND

 I know what's wrong. We have lost our minds to "Political Correctness" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
 

Someone please tell me what the HELL's wrong with all the people that run this country!!!!!! We're "broke" & can't help our own Seniors, Veterans, Orphans, Homeless etc.,??????????? In the last months we have provided aid to Haiti , Chile , and Turkey .. And now Pakistan .....home of bin Laden.  Literally, BILLIONS of DOLLARS!!! Our retired seniors living on a 'fixed income' receive no aid nor do they get any breaks while our government and religious organizations pour  Hundreds of Billions of $$$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries! We have hundreds of adoptable children who are shoved aside to make room for the adoption of foreign orphans.  AMERICA: a country where we have homeless without shelter,  children going to bed hungry, elderly going without 'needed' meds, and mentally ill without treatment -etc,etc. YET...................... They have a 'Benefit'  for the people of Haiti on 12 TV stations, ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies.  Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT* gave 'US' the same support they give to other countries.  Sad isn't it? 99% of people won't have the guts to forward this.   I'm one of the 1% -- I Just Did

For Davy and All Those Who Grieve

I wish I had words to offer that would take the pain of Davy's sudden loss away but I don't, other than to say I love you - I'm praying for you - I'm grieving with you - you're never out of my thoughts. I can't help but remember how Davy was constantly asking questions about God, about faith, and how he sought to know Him. While praying Tuesday, I had a vision of God's arm reaching down from Heaven towards Davy's uplifted arms stretching towards it, like a child asking his daddy to pick him up. In my mind, I heard God saying, "You have asked many questions and none of the answers quite satisfied you. Now, come up here, son, to the seat of all Knowledge and Power where all your questions will be fully answered."  I know a loving God didn't cause Davy's premature death but He was there to take him home. Even the wisest among us lack the knowledge and understanding of the wonders Davy now sees and knows. The richest of us cannot match the glory and splendor he now lives in. Nor can the happiest and most joyful of us equal the joy of being in the presence of God where no sadness, no pain, no sickness, no deprivation can ever be. Jesus said, "Seek and you will find - Knock and the door will be opened to you." Davy sought, Christ met him where he was, and he was found. He knocked and the door opened to receive him in. He's home, truly home, face to face with Almighty God and all the friends and family who have gone ahead. In a little while, only a little while, we'll see him again. Christ went to the Cross for the 'joy' He saw and God, the Father allowed it to save us, His beloveds. I believe the 'joy' Christ saw was the reunion with His Father when He walked through the Gates of Heaven and was home again. God doesn't see death as we do because His Son took the sting out of it. He doesn't see it as a tragedy. He sees it as a blessed reunion with a blessed child whom He loved before the creation of the world. All Heaven rejoices at the Homecoming of a saint of God. Davy walked through those Gates into the opulence of a lavish celebration in his honor as only God does lavish and opulent. He is more alive now than he ever was when he walked this earth. Death isn’t the end but the true beginning of the life and living we were truly meant to have. All the imperfections are gone and Davy has entered into the ‘perfect’. He isn’t worried about those he left behind because he knows perfectly now, is in perfect faith, prays perfect prayers, and rests in perfect peace that God is able to keep that which he has committed unto Him. When we get there, he’ll be waiting for us. I can just hear him saying, “What took you so long?” God bless and comfort you all and wrap you in His perfect peace. I love you  all!       Aunt and Sister,     Mary Ann  
  

Do You See It? The Blood Trail, Do You See It?

I guess my first memory was also the first conscious beginning of it. My mother and grandmother said it just wasn’t possible that I remembered that far back, “Why, you were only eighteen months to two years old then!” But, I remember this much clearly - I had wandered out on the front porch of Grandmom’s house playing with my invisible friend (a Mister something or another, I don’t remember what, just remember calling him “Mister”). Suddenly, I decided I wanted some bubble gum. Taking my friend by the hand, I set out to get some.


(Let me set the stage so you‘ll understand the sequence of events. There was a storeowner, named Mr. Guion, in Durant, MS where grandmother lived. He owned Guion’s Grocery just outside of town about three miles from my grandmother’s house. Every time we shopped there, he would sit me on his counter and give me bubble gum. In fact, his nickname for me was “Bubble Gum” so, you see, I knew right where to go to get it.)


At any rate, my ‘friend’ and I set out for Mr. Guion’s. We walked the whole way, crossing streets and going through the three traffic lights between grandmother’s and Mr. Guion’s. I remember the walk was long, hot, and thirsty and I was really, really hungry for that bubble gum. The amazing thing is that no one stopped me nor was I harmed on that long trek nor did anyone call to report seeing me until I reached Mr. Guion’s. When I walked in, Mr. Guion sat me on his counter and waited for Mama and Grandmom to come in. When he realized I was alone, he called Grandmom and asked if they were missing someone.


Well, my absence had been noticed almost immediately and Grandmom had alerted the town. According to Mama and Grandmom, Grandmom’s house was a frenzied hub of pandemonium. Mama was crying, people were scurrying everywhere and the phone was literally ringing off the hook. Then Mr. Guion called, “Yes, yes, she’s fine - sitting here on my counter asking for bubble gum and coke. No, she must have walked it. Just take your time - I won’t let her out of my sight. No, no worse for the wear - just hot, sweaty and thirsty.” (I well remember the heat of that summer’s day.)


When Mama and Grandmom reached me, between the hugs, kisses, and bottom swats, Grandmom whispered, “Her friend must be an angel.” They never again tried to convince me that my 'friend' was just my imagination. I don’t remember the last time I saw him but, I suspect I “outgrew” the ability to see him when I began to interact and play with other children a year or so later.


A few years later right after the war, Dad was stationed on Johnson Air Force Base near Tokoyo, Japan. I was six years old. While playing in back of the house, I spotted movement among the plants in the flower bed. Peering closely I saw an undulating body easing in and out between the base of the plants and bent down to pick it up. I don’t know what I thought it was but it was so cute until it’s mouth opened to reveal fangs about to latch onto my hand.


Before I had time to open my mouth in a cry, a Japanese gardener came charging at light speed, around the corner from the front of the house. Hitting me hard, he knocked me away, sending the snake flying from my hand. Immediately, he crushed its head with a heavy boot, picked me up by my shoulders and proceeded to berate me in Japanese. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying but I understood the meaning. I had narrowly escaped death.


After Dad and Mom arrived home and Neishimura, our Japanese ‘houseboy’ told them what had happened, I learned that the ‘cute little thing’ was an Asp, a deadly snake whose venom would have killed me in seconds. Dad muttered, “That guy either had x-ray vision or he could see around corners.” This time I was ‘chewed out’, as only a Senior Master Sergeant can do, ‘wore out’ with Dad’s belt, sent to bed without supper and spent the next week or so inside. Needless to say, I never forgot the lesson.


In that same sixth year, my sister and I were playing on the swings in a nearby playground. She wanted the swing I was in but I was unwilling to give it up. An argument ensued. Finally, bored after proving I was ‘bigger‘, I got out of the swing and headed for something else. Madder than a wet, red-headed hornet, she grabbed the swing, pulled it back and sent it flying towards me, smacking me in the top of my head. A long, protruding screw on the underside of the seat hit hard and penetrated my skull. I remember being dazed and something thick and wet was all over my face. I didn’t realize I had been injured until someone saw me and took me to the infirmary. I was sutured and sent home with Mama with a mild concussion. I still have the indentation of that whack on the head today. 


A few months later, still six, I was diagnosed with rheumatic heart disease. On Christmas Eve, my seventh birthday, my father carried me to the couch (I was too weak to walk) and allowed us to do something he never allowed, open one present before Christmas morning. Cheri and I chose to open Tiny Tears dolls. Mine was in a pink blanket - hers was in a blue one. That night was the last memory I had for six months. Lying in bed hugging my Tiny Tears doll to me, I slipped into a coma watching a heavy snowfall outside my window. My next memory was lying in bed on a hot June day with a warm breeze blowing across my sweat-soaked body and the sound of my brother and sister arguing below my window.


Do you see it yet - the blood trail, do you see it?


After that, I was as active as any child - participating in sports, especially baseball which I dearly loved and excelled at. Nothing the doctors predicted happened. I not only lived but I wasn’t brain-damaged nor did my heart slow me down or stop me once I ‘woke’ up. The only evidence of the heart disease after that was a heart murmur. At twenty, I joined the Marine Corps - later marrying a Marine and giving birth to four children. Because of ongoing ‘female’ problems beginning at age nine, I wasn’t supposed to be able to have children - uh huh, yeah, right. No offense to doctors but I have learned, when it comes to me, take everything with a grain of salt because nothing turns out the way they say it will. There’s always a divine intervention.


Yes, there were other times of crises and close calls with death during the ensuing years. It seemed like my childhood and most of my life was one crisis or trauma after another. I was always having to battle my way through one thing or another. I lived on the edge continually reaching behind me grabbing at fistfuls of breathing space, normal pockets of childhood that I used as leverage to pull back from the edge. With all my being I yearned for a normal childhood where I would be allowed to just be a child, nothing more, nothing less. I had one safe haven, one hiding place to go to that I ran to often. There, I would sit among others like myself seeking comfort, seeking a few stolen moments of laughter and joy, seeking acceptance, seeking love that wouldn’t hurt us, seeking the peace and rest we were so desperate for.


But those are stories for another time. For now, fast-forward to 1966 - my husband was deployed to Viet Nam for his third tour but his first as a husband and father. Our first-born child, Billy, and I moved to Lexington, MS to wait at mother’s until he returned. Mother was working for the farmer’s cooperative there so had moved from Durant 12 miles away to Lexington. She had grown up in Durant where everyone knew her and our family. Not so in Lexington. I was hired at the same ‘co-op’ as assistant bookkeeper.


I was a firebrand, passionate about my beliefs. Dad was in the Air Force, my husband was a Marine and I had been a Marine. I had been exposed to all races and kinds of people from early childhood on. I had had no color barrier instilled in me. I saw people simply as people. My father had prejudices but it wasn’t against color. His prejudice was towards stupidity. He hated it, had absolutely no patience for it and could be extremely brutal in squelching it, especially in his family.


Dad was an abusive father and husband in every definition of the word. The background of abuse served, instead of debilitating fear, to instill in me what others called an ‘over-sized’ (a word I quickly renamed ‘God-sized’ )sense of justice, anger, and indignation at bullies and those who preyed on others. I was always quick to express my opinions over any injustice I perceived and was often equally as swift to react physically as I was with words, whatever it took. I was thirteen when I began to fight back, physically, against the abuse of my father towards me or any other family member. To put it bluntly, I had a very short fuse and would ‘throw down’ instantly, regardless of the odds or who or what I faced. My opponent or opponents weren’t the issue - the ‘issue’ was the only issue for me.


At any rate, Mother warned me to keep my opinions to myself because Mississippi was neither the place nor was the unrest of the 60’s the time to air them. Of course, I could no more heed that warning than a moth can keep from throwing itself against the flame that will destroy it. My flame was injustice and I was compelled to throw myself against it until one of us was destroyed and it wasn’t going to be me. The upshot was that my son, family, and I were placed squarely in the gunsights of the KKK (and them in mine) and squarely in the ignorance of some townspeople. It became a free-for-all with them stalking and following me and me stalking and retaliating against them. When they stole my mail and wrote my husband an anonymous letter to Viet Nam and threatened to kidnap my son, the FBI came to town and began to protect us.


Oh, the trouble that ‘God-sized’ (sadly, tainted with a bit too much of me) sense of justice wreaked. A little wisdom mixed with all that righteous, indignant fire would have spared us a lot of heartache, but, you know, looking back, I wouldn’t change a moment of it. Many who’ve known me for years judge me by the worn exterior they see and I doubt they’d believe it. They’ve never challenged the hard side so have never seen it flash but God forged steel into my backbone. I learned to survive in the worst of times. Now, God is teaching me to THRIVE and DRIVE through them.


At any rate, I spent eleven hellish months in Lexington with little encouragement other than from a few good people who refused to join the witchhunt and Hazel Brannon Smith, Pulitzer prize winning author, editor of the Lexington Advertiser and my landlord at one time. What a gutsy woman she was! We talked briefly once or twice but she was well aware of the struggles I was experiencing. Like all small towns, everyone knew everything in Lexington and she knew the persecution of the witch hunt very well. One of the few things I remember her telling me is, "Never let them win and never let them see fear!"


While in Lexington, God set up the circumstances that, many years later, resulted in my being the first of many new witnesses to be called to testify against the murderer of Medgar Evers. That man spent the rest of his days behind bars denying, to the end, what he had bragged about to so many - that he had executed Medgar. Yet, he called himself a Christian and actually claimed to believe that he murdered for God and country. Wonder if he’s still singing that old song?


The trial of Byron de la Beckwith was one of Mississippi’s finest hours, all of it, divinely orchestrated by God. He waited all those years with Medgar’s blood crying out to Him from the ground for justice. Man rushed ahead with two failed trials but our patient, all-knowing God just bided His time and waited. After Medgar’s assassination, He hid His spies in the land, stationing them in exactly the right places at the right times to hear and see the boasting of a godless murderer. When the time and climate were right, He moved swiftly to exact justice using Beckwith’s own words to convict him. Justice delayed is definitely not justice deferred. No one does justice like God - absolutely, no one! Ah, if only we would learn from the examples God sets for us and wait on Him to avenge us.


This is where the blood trail becomes broad and wide. Do you see it yet?


Ok, it’s eleven years later, another hot, summer’s day, June 28, 1977, to be exact. My husband, three year old youngest son and myself are in a roadside park between Leland and Greenwood. I had dozed off behind the wheel. My husband was awake, smoking a cigarette. A deafening sound close to my ear woke me. Bill appeared to be sleeping. Shaking him, I kept asking, “Bill, Bill, what was that?” My three year old was standing in the back seat with his hand resting on his daddy’s head.


Suddenly, my door jerked open and someone was dragging me out. Holding onto the steering wheel, I fought to stay in the car until a gun was shoved into my face.


“I’ve just ‘popped’ your husband and I’ll ‘pop’ you, too, if you don’t do what I say.”


I let go of the steering wheel but still resisted what followed. My three-year old screamed, “Mommy, Mommy!” Desperately he tried to squeeze out of the car and come to me but the man pointed his gun at him and I yelled, “Stay in the car - stay in the car!”


Again my sobbing son tried to come to me - again, the man pointed the gun at him. “NO! NO! Please don’t hurt my baby - please don’t hurt my baby!”


The authorities said something in my pleas for my son must have touched the heart of this cold-blooded, serial killer because he left us alive - the only two to ever survive his attacks. The FBI said he had killed all across the country, attacking couples in roadside parks and killing them but he hadn’t seen my son in the back seat until he walked up and shot Bill in the head.


After the attack, I started the car and headed towards Leland. My husband was still alive but having seizures. Frantically, I prayed, “Please God, don’t let him die, don’t let him die!”


I couldn’t find the hospital in Leland but saw headlights coming towards me, flashed my lights and blew my horn but the car didn’t stop. Turning around in the road, I sped after the car and pulled up beside him screaming through the open window, “My husband’s been shot! I need a hospital!”


“Follow me,” he yelled and turned around in the road heading back into town. He led me to a dark building and yelled, “They’re closed! We’ll have to go to Greenwood! Stay behind me!”


In Greenwood, he led me to the emergency room ramp, tooted his horn, waved his hand and drove off. I never saw him again and never had the opportunity to thank him. A black man, a psycho who hated whites, killed my husband but a black man who only saw a desperate woman and gravely injured man needing help, led us to the hospital without stopping to receive thanks.


If God had not saved and preserved my life on the many occasions it was at risk or, if this one act of hate had caused me to hate a whole race, would I have lived to testify? If so, would I have been willing to do the right thing if God had not balanced the evil done by an evil man with the good deed of a good man? Did the courage of a black man, with the strength to help a frantic white woman and her gravely injured husband in the wee hours of the night, give that same woman the courage to do a hard thing many years later?  


Do you see it now?


There’s so much more to this story and my life but that’s a book not a blog. Suffice it to say, many similar events have occurred. Most of them are so outrageous that it's hard to believe so much could happen in one life. It truly does read like a work of fiction or a book of miracles. I can look back on it all and see a trail of blood extending from the Cross over every step I took. The prayers of a righteous Grandmother, and an often tormented but God-fearing, God-loving mother, kept the Blood flowing my way. One glorious thing about age is that you gain the ability to discern God’s Hand busy at work.


Ahh me, the stories I could tell, all true, not fiction. I believe that's the reason God allowed all those things to happen. One thing is certain, I have seen, up close and personal, the faithfulness of God to sustain you through anything and to use it, not only for your good, but for the good and encouragement of others who've experienced trouble, tragedy, and trauma. You are not worthless junk or a disposable person because of the things you've done or suffered. You are the beloved of God, worthy of the shed blood of the God of Gods, Lord of Lords, and King of Kings. Never, ever dishonor Him by putting yourself down. He CHOSE YOU to be HIS inheritance and to give YOU HIMSELF and all that HE is as YOUR inheritance!


One last thing, and if you don’t see it with this, you never will. After twenty-eight years under the same ministry, God called me to a new one. Care to guess? Yep, to a mostly black church, a loving, accepting, on fire, people of faith in whom God's character is abundantly displayed. The Pastors are encouragers, loving disciplinarians, anointed and powerful teachers and leaders who expect the best of and for their flock. Why here?  Ask God. I’m done asking ‘why’, but one thing is certain, HE HAS A PLAN!  I don't have to know it to obey it. Here, the dry, staleness sucking the life out of me met the fire of God. It takes fire to make fire and the fire rekindled in me that day brought hope and faith for the future.


Do you see it? The blood trail, do you see it?


God bless you and give you revelation knowledge of the reality of Himself and His Great Love for you!

THIS SCHOOL WILL NO LONGER HONOR RACE OR ETHNICITY

An email I received I believe worthy of everyone reading. Hope this spreads across the country like wildfire and becomes policy in the schools. A CALIFORNIA PRINCIPAL'S OPENING MESSAGE TO STUDENTS From: Dennis Prager , principal at a high school in Redding, California, on the first day of classes in 2010: To the students and faculty of our high school:  I am your new principal, and honored to be so. There is no greater calling than to teach young people.   I would like to apprise you of some important changes coming to our school.   I am making these changes because I am convinced that most of the ideas that have dominated public education in America have worked against you, against your teachers, against your parents, and against our country.  Therefore:  First, this school will no longer honor race or ethnicity. I could not care less if your racial makeup is black, brown, red, yellow, or white. I could not care less if your origins are African, Latin American, Asian, or European,  or if your ancestors arrived here on the Mayflower or on slave ships.  The only identity I care about, the only one this school will recognize, is your individual identity -- your character, your scholarship, your humanity. And the only national identity this school will care about is American. This is an American public school, and American public schools were created to make better Americans.  If you wish to affirm an ethnic, racial, or religious identity through your school, you will have to go elsewhere. We will end all ethnicity-, race- and non-American-nationality-based celebrations. They undermine the motto of America , one of its three central values -- E Pluribus Unum -- "from many, one."And this school will be guided by America 's values.  That includes all after-school clubs. I will not authorize clubs that divide students based on any identities. This includes race, language, religion, sexual orientation, or whatever else may become in vogue in a society divided by political correctness.  Your clubs will be based on interests and passions -- not blood, ethnic, racial or other physically defined ties. Those clubs just cultivate narcissism -- an unhealthy preoccupation with the self -- while the purpose of education is to get you to think beyond yourself. So, we will have clubs that transport you to the wonders and glories of art, music, astronomy, languages you do not already speak, math, carpentry, and more. If the only extracurricular activities you can imagine being interested in are those based on ethnic or racial or sexual identity, that means that little outside of yourself really interests you. Second, I am not interested in whether or not English is your native language. My only interest in terms of language is that you leave this school speaking and writing English as fluently as possible. The English language has united America 's citizens for more than 200 years, and it will unite us at this school. It is one of the indispensable reasons this country of immigrants has always come to be one country. And if you leave this school without excellent  English-language skills, I will have been remiss in my duty to ensure that you are prepared to compete successfully in the American job market. We will learn? other languages here -- it is deplorable that most Americans only speak English . But if you want classes taught in your native language rather than in English, this is not your school.   Third, because I regard learning as a sacred endeavor, everything in this school will reflect learning's elevated status. This means, among other things, that you and your teachers will dress accordingly. Many people in our society dress more formally for a meal at a nice restaurant than they do for church or school. Those people have their priorities backwards. Therefore, there will be a formal dress code at this school.  Fourth, no obscene language will be tolerated anywhere on this school's property -- whether in class, in the hallways or at athletic events. If you can't speak without using the "F-word," you can't speak. By obscene language I mean the words banned by the Federal Communications Commission plus epithets  such as the "N-word," even when used by one black student to address another, or "bitch," even when addressed by a girl to a girlfriend. It is my intent that by the time you leave this school, you will be among the few of your age to distinguish instinctively between the elevated and the degraded, the holy and the obscene.  Fifth, we will end all self-esteem programs. In this school, self-esteem will be attained in only one way -- the way people attained it until the state of California decided otherwise a generation ago -- by earning it.  One immediate consequence of this is that there will be only one class valedictorian, not eight.  Sixth, and last, I am reorienting the school toward academics and away from politics and propaganda. No more time will be devoted to scaring you about smoking and caffeine, or terrifying you about sexual harassment or global warming. No more semesters will be devoted to condom-wearing and teaching you to regard sexual relations as only or primarily a health issue. There will be no more attempts to convince you that you are a victim because you are not  white, or not male, or not heterosexual, or not Christian.  We will have failed, if any one of you graduates from this school and does not consider himself or herself inordinately lucky -- to be alive and to be an American.  Now, please stand and join me in the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America .  As many of you do not know the words, your teachers will hand them out to you.   I WOULD ENCOURAGE YOU TO SEND THIS TO ALL IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK, PERHAPS SOME THING COULD COME OF THIS................