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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Church and State: The 1st Corinthians 13 Poem

So much passes for Christianity today.  For instance recall the anti gay marriage county clerk Kim Davis from Kentucky who has been in the news the last week or so.  She is so much in favor of dual sex marriage that she has done it a number of times.  Not one of the times she married did she marry a woman. She is completely opposed to same sex marriage and it is a religious principle for her.

The spectacle of her refusing to do her job and being jailed amidst claims of religious persecution seems preposterous to me.  I'm happy her faith did not include eating her young as Christians have been accused of doing in the early years of the faith. If it did she would have those who support her.  They would also claim persecution. You can be sure of that.

I was thinking of her antics and wondering if she would get fired for not doing her job or be sent back to jail.  That was part of the inspiration for the poem. The second part of the inspiration came from Paul's first epistle to the Corinthians.  It is called the love chapter. See if you can find a reason for Kim Davis's decision in it.

If Jesus were to return to the church today like he did when he chased the money changers from the temple would he say to the leaders: "My Father's house is a house of love, and you have made it a house of hate?"

     Inspired by the actions of Kim Davis done in the name of Christ
      along with a couple Christian Presidents who lied us into war.


                           The Church has begun shouting,

                           dividing us with church and state;

                           truth in the mouths of liars

                           turns into falsehood, fear and hate.


                           Love is much more than a word

                           it’s a seed sown by the heart,

                           where peace springs up binding together

                           what church and state have torn apart.


                           When no light shines in the sky above

                           and darkness fills the land,

                           light in your heart the lamp of love

                           and undivided we will stand.


Friday, September 18, 2015

R.I.P Little One

On September 14 I got up and followed the cats down the hall to give them their morning meal.  I noticed that Little One did not come to eat. I went looking for him and found him lying in his litter box.  I spoke to him, he did not move.  I touched him, he was room temperature and his body was stiff.  Little One had died during the night. Little One was the offspring of Mama Cat.  She had produced three litters in her first year and a half of life. Little One was one of them. I finally caught her and got her to the vet to be spayed.  She is still pretty much wild but living inside.

I have five cats living inside now that Little One is gone.  But there are also four cats that come to the porch twice a day to be fed.  All my cats have been rescued, the ones on the porch want to be rescued too but they’ll have to find another home.

Below are Mama Cat and Little One in a picture taken a couple years ago.

Let me tell you about Little One.  He used to come in and wake me up in the morning.  Both he and Imp and Kali would come in when it was close to breakfast time.  I would feel them coming onto the bed and even in the dark be able to tell which was which by the positions they chose to lay down in.  Kali would press against my legs near my feet. Imp would straddle my legs near my knees or else lay down on my chest.  Little One would come and stick his nose in my face and more often than not scoot under the covers with me and fall asleep.  He loved to have his belly rubbed and would roll over on his back with his legs splayed apart so i could rub his belly..

  Little One as a kitten.


Little One waiting for kitty treats.

Little One was ‘my’ cat.  Every day when I would be sitting at the computer he would come to visit.  He would begin his visit by taking his paw and tapping my leg with it.  I’d look down and he’d more often than not peer into my eyes and I'd tease him asking “what do you want?” Little One then would look to the kitty treat container and then back to me. I knew he was there to tell me it was kitty treat time it was a game we played.  As soon as I picked up the box and the rest of the cats heard it they’d all be there. 

Here’s Little One on my lap in a fairly recent picture.

He won’t be coming to wake me up, or tell me it’s kitty treat time or sit on my lap anymore.  He’s spending his time here. 

The day after Little One died Kali got onto my lap four times. She never once had wanted to be on my lap and wouldn’t stay if I picked her up and sat down with her. And Imp who had never done it before came and tapped me with his paw the way Little One used to do.  It seemed clear to me that they understood Little One was gone. 

  Little One in 2013

Well Little One deserves to be remembered.  I sure do miss him climbing up on my lap.

Friday, September 11, 2015

I Remember 9 / 11

I remember 9 /11 for a number of reasons. The most important for personal reasons was that 9 /11 was the date of my fathers birth date in another century.  It was also the day our highly trained and incredibly 
expensive  military failed to do it's job protecting the American people.

We saw three high rise steel buildings fall to the ground.  Subsequently a commission to investigate the crime determined that the official story was not in harmony with the facts.

I remember how the Patriot Act having been composed ahead of time was made into law by men and women who did not read it.  I remember when we learned a little of the Patriot Acts abilities that we learned we were not as free as we were the day before it became law.

I remember high ranking officials warning Americans to be careful of what they say.

I remember years of terror alert and increased difficulties in getting from one place to the other.  I remember how the psyche of the American people was filled with fear and hatred of Muslims as a result of the events of 9/11. 

So I made a little video about the gross invasion of our most private areas by government employees.  

Have a nice day.  Enjoy your flight.

*updated a little

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