It's No Present Like the Time Thing

Dear America,

"There's no present like the time."

The understatement on the day.

It's courtesy of Babul, 

and just a line from...

 The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

during my usual Sunday ritual of listening to a wave of morning preachers one after the other, one of them pointed out what seemed to be something obvious -- and yet -- it wasn't.  He said that to worry is acting like a pagan, for where is thy faith if we sit and crumble under the pressure, consumed by the temporal fear of whatever is going on around us, or the things that may or may not ever be, as if God and All that God Is and All that God promises to believers, of the Life Everlasting and the Peace that Passes all Understanding, is in question.

exactly.

Where is thy faith?

In the midst of a world falling apart in the every day, reflecting upon this persistent conflict of reconciling and overcoming the things we witness on the outside with the things we know and believe on the inside becomes something of an acquired talent, over time really -- a magical feat against all odds, as the Ecclesiastic seasons come and go as they please.  [Of course, that would not be God's Odds, that would be human odds, complete with human limitations, and quickly parlaying into human results.]  

And clearly, as it would seem to the naked eye anyway, some days are just easier than others to have this kind of certain faith, while other days, we are just plum lost.

The only way our world -- this world, the only world we have -- gets better, is upon each new day when each and every one of us awakes, we individually commit to being and doing our very best, as one human being to another.

That's it.

For we all know what being and doing our best looks like and most importantly, feels like; for no doubt, this integrity within ourselves and among our fellow man produces exactly this result -- we reap what we sow.  This is, in part, what our founder's called Nature's Law, and this natural, organic, systematic, charismatic, meta-physic equation of Judeo-Christian roots soon became part and parcel of the foundation upon which this Republic was made, without question. [Dare you to look into it.]

The Founder's counted upon the generations to continue to be not of little faith, but an all-encompassing, never to be separated, free-exercising public body of believers in the Divine.  For a faithful lot is a happy lot; a happy lot is a happy life; a happy life is a happy community and a country who lives and works and does good things in the pursuit of happiness for all the neighborhood, if not the entire world, to witness and enjoy...albeit, happily.

From my favorite book, The 5,000 Year Leap by W. Cleon Skousen,  "Benjamin Franklin Describes the Five Fundamentals of 'All Sound Religion' " --- stating the following,

"Here is my creed: I believe in one God, the Creator of the Universe.  That he governs it by his providence.  That he ought to be worshipped.  That the most acceptable service we render to him is in doing good to his other children.  That the soul of man is immortal, and will be treated with justice in another life respecting its conduct in this.  These I take to be the fundamental points in all sound religion."

and thus when Alexis de Tocqueville, of France, came upon America to visit, he made the following observation:

"I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers, and it was not there; in her fertile fields and boundless prairies, and it was not there; in her rich mines and her vast world commerce, and it was not there.  Not until I went to the churches of America and heard her pulpits aflame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and power.  America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great."

Indeed.  Our conduct counts, and ultimately it will be judged; but until that day, let's just agree to be good, for it makes things a whole lot easier and better and happier for the lot that is all of us.

The only Thing of this world that is Pure Good is God.

And without a faith in Something greater than ourselves, and moreover, Something that teaches us to be good,  the more America will find herself lost in every way and pretty much broken.

As long as we are all good to one another (and good encapsulating many different things -- respectful, honorable, kind, honest, loving...), each and every one of us could walk around with a gun in our back pocket and have no issues whatsoever.  As in none.

Just love Benjamin when he says, "[T]hat the most acceptable service we render to him is in doing good to his other children."

to his other children, Benjamin says.  oh and just how much love can one girl have in her heart for this fine specimen of a human being and founding father of this great country,.. oh how much love...it knows no bounds.  

That the best we can be, "the most acceptable service is doing good to his other children" says it all, does it not?  Which is why it is so worthy of repeating over and over again and until we get it right and it's completely understood, because clearly, it isn't.  We must care for, and be good to, our fellow man, above all else, as we go about our day.  This is the time to "ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country," indeed! and thank you JFK and your inaugural address of  1961.

In summation, let's go to Sam Adams --

"The sum of all is, if we would most truly enjoy the gift of Heaven, let us become a virtuous people; then shall we both deserve and enjoy it.  While, on the other hand, if we are universally vicious and debauched in our manners, though the form of our Constitution carries the face of the most exalted freedom, we shall in reality be the most abject slaves."

All that we are now -- in America -- is a sum of all of our moving parts, all 330 million of us.  Whether we sit in the pit of worry, utterly silent, or whether we are loud and making our voices heard, marching, screaming, and telling all the world of the things that matter, or whether we chose to take the law into our own hands, all combined it is a lethal injection of a moral crime against humanity, against America herself.  Combined, we kill the best of whatever is yet to come for all us.  Combined it is a corruption of everything America is or ever will be, while only a virtuous society has the power to mend...with a little help from Heaven above and God's grace below.

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Now this girl is moving swiftly in another direction, and my hope is that it reconnects somewhere in the heart of things, but please, bear with me as I awkwardly acknowledge Trump's running mate -- officially announced just yesterday -- Mike Pence.  The announcement was delayed a day, given the news coming out of Europe, for France fell victim to another terrorist attack underneath a celebratory sky in Nice, an attack that killed 84 souls, and wounding hundreds more, if not thousands or millions even, if counting the broken hearts,  My prayers are with you all.

Now, Pence is a sound pick; my congratulations to the pair, and especially to Trump, as he makes his first sound decision in the matter of becoming the next president of the United States.  And in so acknowledging this new phase, it just so happens that today's sermon from Joel Osteen hit upon the message of the things God has in store for us -- On most days, we are unaware of the glory upon the horizon and just around the bend.   We must soldier onward and upward by right action and by our faith realizing that if  all is not well, then all is not done.  God has a plan for each one of us.  

Osteen then told the story of Samuel anointing David as King.  

As the story goes, to be found in 1 Samuel 16, Samuel had mistaken the Lord's wishes, allowing for his rather human prerequisites for the next leader to forsake him.  And finally, the Lord said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him.  The Lord does not  look at the things man looks at, Man looks at outward appearance, but the Lord at the heart."

For in this short verse, the yin and yang of the republican ticket  completes itself; the outside and the inside form together in a more perfect union of what the republican ticket should look like, sound like, act like, and hopefully be like when finally in office.  For better or worse, Trump seems to be the guy, and with great happiness, his other half will fill the requirements of the job!   How wonderful is that! 

 

In translation, Pence is my David -- the choice helps me over the Trump hump with a sense of less panic, less worry, less holy crap what on earth is happening to America right now?!  Of course, I still have concerns; but concerns are healthy --  and a far cry from complete worry to the point of being stunned and unable to respond or act, frozen with fear,  Far cry.   and yet the tears keep coming, go figure...it's a conundrum.

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Someone once said there is no present like the time.

This is that time.  This is that day.

The present, when it presents itself to us in the every day, and within every minute of the day, has the power to change everything, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health.

Pow, pow, pow pow pow!  Just like that, an Islamic extremist can plow down onlookers -- on the streets of beautiful Nice for a Bastille Day celebration -- in an horrific attack.

Poof!  Just like that,  Turkey can fall to an Islamic leader, possibly staging his own coup in order to justify a total, political, ideological sea change in the country.

Bang!  Just like that, three more police officers have been assassinated, this time in the streets of Baton Rouge.  Add that to the five others in the last ten days, in Dallas, and we have ourselves not only another hate crime, but have reached a moral decay of new lows in the ruthless attack upon our very own public servants.

And abracadabra! like magic, we can go forth to our faith, and pray --  asking for guidance, asking for how we can serve better, as one human being to another and another -- perhaps on our knees begging for mercy, healing, and forgiveness for the distance we have placed in society to the God we know and love.

today, this girl aches, sensing a pain never felt before, in all of my days...

the only thing that saves me, lifts me, makes me feel the entirety of this present moment all at once, is KNOWING, without a doubt,  there is a reason for this season in America.  Understanding we are being tested like never before, recognizing there is a God and this God is still in charge  -- of everything, mind you -- we must go forth in faith, a certain and mighty faith, unwavering.  Even when by all appearances, all may be lost -- it is not finished.

There is no present like the time.

Make it a Good Day, G

It's Recognizing the Whole Truth Thing

Dear America,

"Laws are made for men 

of ordinary understanding and should,

 therefore, be construed 

by the ordinary rules of common sense.  

Their meaning is not to be sought 

for in metaphysical subtleties 

which may make anything mean 

everything or nothing at pleasure."  

Thomas Jefferson (1823)

"yesterday's blog" (an excellent read, by the way, even though it dates all the way back to 6/14/16)...Responding to the Orlando Islamic Extremist attack, and it was a sad day to report.  Within the day, mind you, little g added the horrific, real-life data available and subsequently opined in a brief written expressly for Imprimis, a publication of Hillsdale College, by Heather Mac Donald.  It encapsulates a breakdown in society that has to concern every American.

Now this girl has had her head distracted for the better part of her days since about the first week of May -- it just so happened to be about the time my girl came home from school, and it marked the beginning of what I'd like to call a "season of preparation,"  The next big thing on the list was getting her ready for Argentina and an entire six months abroad! in every sense of the word. 

Needless to say, this G Thing has been left asunder, just bobbing out in the ether without a tether, a heartfelt grounding, rooted in the dissemination of the daily happenings in America from a certain point of view.

And when this occurs, randomly and almost haphazardly over the years (seven to be exact), I sometimes feel the tinge of guilt. And with that guilt, it gets easier and easier to want to shut it all down, completely buried in the utter disappointment of myself.  The Diary on the Day has missed so much... 

Show me your ways, LORD,

teach me your paths.

Guide me in your truth 

and teach me, 

for you are God my Savior,

 and my hope is 

in you all day long.

 Psalm 25:4-5

And then slowly, natural instinct tells me to pick myself up and be more patient; it tells me to start at the source and listen to the still small voice inside me, calling upon me to release the sensations that cause me to stumble in my own inadequacies and persevere...one step at a time, one day at a time.

Just breathe, G, just breathe.

In light of what transpired last night -- in Dallas -- an evening that began in peaceful protest and ended in the murder of five police officers, how does America pick herself up?  How do we do it....again and again?

In short:  The one and true answer is going back to the Source of all things. for America is bobbing upon a rocky sea of humanity, totally and completely un-tethered.

Looking upon the swath of the population who chooses to break the law (given my belief we can all decipher right from wrong)  -- whether being from the elite class (i.e. Hillary) to the very very bottom of society -- it seems quite evident, lawlessness is indiscriminate; racism is indiscriminate; corruption of the law itself is indiscriminate.

And we are living in a day when it is tragically not only indiscriminate, but wanton and rampant.

The Lord's Prayer tells us how to respond --

"forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."

Twelve words.  Twelve powerful words that carry the capacity to guide us, under God.  One day at a time.  One peaceful step, or protest, at a time.

If you read "yesterday's blog" it would tell you black lives are in danger, most certainly.  IN matters of personal accountability and independence, black lives are -- for the better part of the whole -- torn asunder.   Stunning statistics illuminate deeper issues within the African-American community, and this girl is pretty close to saying it is between God and the African-American community to fix it.  Fathers and mothers are both required to raise good, secure, children of strong character; an education is required to become responsible adults; a steadfast faith is most helpful to guide each soul through the day to day, upon the straight and narrow path, of following the law.   These are just facts of life... totally indiscriminate of the color of one's skin.

If families were all made of this, society would be rich, self-actualized, meeting up with more and more success each day.

From my June blog, worthy of repeating --------

Every year, approximately 6,000 blacks are murdered. This is a number greater than white and Hispanic homicide victims combined, even though blacks are only 13 percent of the national population. Blacks are killed at six times the rate of whites and Hispanics combined. In Los Angeles, blacks between the ages of 20 and 24 die at a rate 20 to 30 times the national mean. Who is killing them? Not the police, and not white civilians, but other blacks. The astronomical black death-by-homicide rate is a function of the black crime rate. Black males between the ages of 14 and 17 commit homicide at ten times the rate of white and Hispanic male teens combined. Blacks of all ages commit homicide at eight times the rate of whites and Hispanics combined, and at eleven times the rate of whites alone.

The police could end all lethal uses of force tomorrow and it would have at most a trivial effect on the black death-by-homicide rate. The nation’s police killed 987 civilians in 2015, according to a database compiled by The Washington Post. Whites were 50 percent—or 493—of those victims, and blacks were 26 percent—or 258. Most of those victims of police shootings, white and black, were armed or otherwise threatening the officer with potentially lethal force...

Moreover, 40 percent of all cop killers have been black over the last decade. And a larger proportion of white and Hispanic homicide deaths are a result of police killings than black homicide deaths—but don’t expect to hear that from the media or from the political enablers of the Black Lives Matter movement. Twelve percent of all white and Hispanic homicide victims are killed by police officers, compared to four percent of all black homicide victims. If we’re going to have a “Lives Matter” anti-police movement, it would be more appropriately named “White and Hispanic Lives Matter.”

go ahead and make fun of me, if you are so inclined to lash out in cowardly, anonymous attacks -- but the question remains,  how will we, in America, RISE to the occasion thrust upon us in this day?

When will we talk about the whole truth and not the lie?

 In the same vein as there is a time for everything, for every season under heaven, this is the time for America to return to a season of planting, of re-rooting ourselves in the very ideas, self-evident and true,  that prove worthy for all of mankind.    Prudence, indeed, is asked of us once again.

Lost over time, over generations, is a certain understanding of our duty to country, and more importantly, to each other, as citizens.   The season of preparation to live in a country of law and order, and not chaos, is what's at hand.  And it can be as easy as packing our own bags, simply starting with the basics, if that's all we have.  And with that being said, hatred has no place; discrimination has no place; violence has no place.

An aspiration of John Adams may just lead us to our close today --

"to see rising in America 

an empire of liberty, 

and the prospect of two 

or three hundred millions of freemen, 

without one noble or one king among them."

and there you go.

we are there -- at the number of 300 hundred million of us...and we are bobbing up and down frantically...

....lost is the separation of powers in government, now fully corrupted and broken

...lost is the connection of life Under God, and the Divine Providence once honored

...lost is the individual mandate of duty to country, and to ourselves, to rise to the occasion in the every day to protect life, all life -- and to secure liberty, all liberty --  all in the Pursuit of Happiness, although not guaranteed.

And now to my favorite muse, Elle Woods, of Legally Blonde, who famously told us -- "Endorphin's make you happy.  Happy people just don't shoot their husbands [or people in general]."

Where does such happiness come?

It's a peacefulness that passes all understanding; it's living a good life -- even if that means working really hard to earn a little living, carving out a life, raising a family; it's making ends meet  -- even if that means eating peanut butter and jelly four out of five dinners; it's doing our homework, showing up for the job, walking to the bus stop, saving our money, making sure our children are asleep and in bed by 8 maybe 8;30 with a book on a school night, it's saying our prayers, it's storing our guns in safe places, it's respecting the police, it's loving our neighbors as ourselves, it's honoring our father and our mother, it's not coveting our neighbor's husband/wife/or things, it's recognizing right from wrong, it's not selling drugs, it's not participating in gangs, it's not shooting up our communities, it's not breaking the law, it's telling the truth, it's living in peace, peacefully, in brotherly love.  Oh, and I could go on.

Living such a life of peacefulness breeds a life of peacefulness...

This sort of peacefulness sanctifies our days, carrying the natural power to settle us down and shelter us, even when confronted with great transgressions -- whether of our own making or another's.

The thing is -- not sure a time of protest is what will save us right now.

It seems to be more of a time to prepare, unite, and RISE in One Direction, demonstrably infallible and everlasting.

[And this is kinda funny, given my inclination to watch the signs -- it is no accident that just today, Heather MacDonald was on the radio with Rush...Of course, he was only a month behind the old g thing...just sayin'....tee hee]

The light of a new day in America is as close as my integrity linking arms with your integrity and so on and so on -- for it's our moral duty to country, for our future; and it begins with telling the truth, and living by the truth, so help me God, case closed.

May God bless our law enforcement in Dallas, and everywhere, today and all the days of our lives...

Make it a Good Day, G