Make Luck

Another Auld Lang Syne. Old long ago or the good old times.

Ending and beginning. Union and parting. Life and death.

A time to pause, ever so briefly, to reconsider the past and consider the future.

There are a lot of customs this time of year for the right of passage we experience every New Years Eve.

Many wear black both to banish the negative and attract the positive. Another common custom is to fix corned beef and cabbage and toss a silver coin, usually a dollar, into the pot for good luck in the New Year.

There are many customs and practices world wide, both national and social as well as religious.

Many prefer to gather with great crowds while others like a quiet evening with a few friends or family.

Fireworks or fireplace, there is often light to welcome New Year.

I stay home and celebrate with family at this point. I leave the public displays and parties to the 'amateur drinkers' lol.

This time around particularly we are all together for probably the last time.

Mom is now on her own. My son will go away to school, though my daughter may stay close to home a few more years.

I will travel more and may be in one of several places in the years to come.

But wherever we go and whatever we do, we will always remember the old and welcome the new.

As for luck, we have to make our own.

There is a saying in showbiz that luck (aka 'breaks') is opportunity meeting preparation. I daresay that is true no matter what road in life we travel.

My hope for all of us is that we continue to 'make luck' and that the Light of Freedom will shine brightly even as the dawn of a new year breaks.

Pitch Ins

I remember great pitch in meals at churches I either attended or served.

It was the homecooking that still makes my mouth water.

And as a single student minister, the ladies would almost innundate me with food (and daughters, granddaughters and friends). Most didn't know I was quite self sufficient. Their intentions were good and I appreciate them to this day.

It was always in the church kitchen/meeting hall. Often, I would arrive early to help out any way I could.

There were always good natured folks who helped.

Yet, it was often the same people who did chores.

It wasn't like a bunch of self centered spoiled brats who expected others to serve them.

But, sometimes certain things were taken for granted.

I can remember several times that I would volunteer or be asked to set up tables and chairs.

What struck me most was that it was almost always the same bunch who did things.

It seems that way in most situations and certainly in the Freedom movement aka 3pers etc.

I urge you all to get involved.

Call the crooks on the carpet.

Call a spade a spade.

Get others awake/excited about Restoring the Republic.

I remember getting others to set up tables, chairs and even set the tables -s-.

It may be like sticking your toe in the water.

Cold at first, you get used to it and plunge in.

Find your own way into this beyond yourself!

Silent Night In A Diner 3

'Her water broke.'

I hadn't heard that since my kids were born.

I'm a veteran of many things.

Not the military. Just someone who has fought in other ways. Experienced life. Jack of many trades and master of few.

I put together what I knew about childbirth and decided to ask among the others if they could help.

The elderly couple spoke up.

'I was first a Corpsman in Korea, then I went to med school and returned to Nam. I birthed a few babies both places, and several at home.'

He swiftly examined Bridget.

'Miss, I'm a retired family doctor. I birthed almost as many babies as Ron Paul.'

That got a look of puzzlement from BB, as I called her.

'Presidential candidate and Congressman from Texas who delivered over 2,000 babies.'

She nodded, still in pain.

'You're in luck too. My wife was an Ob-Gyn nurse. How we met', a slight smile on his face as he finished her checkup.

BB seemed to think that was ok. Faced with imminent birth, she had little choice.

I thought, 'She IS fortunate. God, what if she had been stuck on the road, alone?'

Fortunately, the baby seemed ok re coming through the birth canal.

Doc Gaines (name I found out) got her ready as he could on the floor.

Mrs. Gaines assisted.

And the rest of us waited, ready to do what the Doc said.

Alice and myself were ready to talk to BB and we took turns holding her hand, encouraging her.

The Hollands were busy explaining the miracle of birth to their two kids and Snuffy and Buzz waited resolutely.

It was a small world we lived in.

Despite the drama, there was little wrong.

It was like a little piece of life in a snowy pocket.

No problems save for the birth of BB's babies. And that was remarkably routine so said the Doc.

What was extraordinary was the people in the circumstance

Yep.

We followed Doc Gaines' instructions implicitly.

We talked to BB and responded to her pain with encouragement.

BB cried out and pushed as the crown came through.

Soon, the Doc was holding a beautiful baby girl covered in blood and afterbirth.

Brought back memories of the birth of my own son and later my daughter.

Then a little surprise popped up, or out.

Innocents

There is nothing more heinous than hurting children.

It is thought by some to be a direct affront to Christ's love of the children.

Some say that 'children' means all who follow Jesus.

I think that is true.

But still, there is a special place in God's heart for innocence.

Mind you, we could not last long if we stayed totally innocent.

Yet kids have a right to be kids.

They must learn what the world is like and I'd say quickly.

But child rapists, and those who rob them of childhood should be hunted down and punished.

It is murky whether King Herod actually had boys 2 and under murdered because he was jealous of Jesus.

Imagine what a gargantuan ego, what psychopathy, it would take.

Wait a minute. Hitler killed millions. So did Stalin and Mao. There is quite a list of evil denizens. And that just in the 20th century.

People have been exterminated for eons, for power, prestige, greed and just the thrill of killing.

Yep. There are those who don't give a firetruck for us.

We, the people are considered cattle, sheep, experiments, cannon fodder.

I've met some of these 'elitists'.

They aren't worth sh*t.

As my Mom said, 'Those who think they are better than you are not.'

Not qualitatively such as walk of life education etc. Those are differences.

I sure as hell am not the best runner, fencer, shot etc. I hold my own (There is an amusing anecdote re that I'll share someday lol).

I think they are jealous. Jealous of that very thing that defines people. Freedom. It makes THEM too 'same', whereas what true Freedom does is define us as individuals, free to follow what we can do, and that is the pursuit of happiness in a nutshell.

And because they cannot stand that, they seek to subdue us, subject us.

That is about as antiamerican as it gets. It's antihuman.

Gifts, btw, can be widely distributed.

Human nature as it is and there are good and evil everywhere, there are socalled 'retarded' with gifts that rival socalled geniuses. JMHO.

Yes, the scope may be smaller focussed, but there is a spark that can ignite those who seek to do more and do better, when those who have 'more' squander it.

If your taste is fiction or faction (Thanks Mike V), check out The Prisoner, Nowhere Man, The Pretender and several others.

As I have said many times, one can get a message in the ravioli across in such stories when it's virtually impossible otherwise.

If you prefer fact, study history. Dig. Add up the data. Think for yourself.

But Freedom is only limited when allowed to be.

Just look at the 'state' of the Republic.

And NB, innocence is not ignorance.

It is a time of life when one doesn't know.

Ignorance is not bliss, nor maturity -s-.

Learn.

And teach others.

Christmas In A Ditch

Oh the mad rush is on. The din of carols and Santa, the here and there of the shoppers.

What if you were going so fast, you slid into a ditch?

Better be mindful in the midst of the chaos.

Remember the 'reason for the season', and look around.

I don't care if you are Christian, Jewish, Pagan, atheist or etc.

It's a time to catch our breaths. But we must not let up, for the enemy never sleeps.

We must sleep even less.

So enjoy time with friends family etc.

But do not forget what's happening, what's at stake.

Don't let this holy time for some be a distraction.

Let it be a focal point to gather strength for what is coming.

If the enemy is elusive, be wily as a fox, as wise as serpents.

Think and know what they do.

Use it against them.

And if you get stuck in a ditch, you will know how to get out.

Hiding In The Choir

There is a certain safety in numbers.

I remember singing in several church choirs.

Always fun and mostly amateur, I learned how to sing with others.

Hopefully choirs add scope and some inspiration to those attending.

However, there is a trick one can learn, if one is not too gungho some Sunday.

One can coast on the strength of other choir members, depending on the size of the choir and the amount of prep etc.

I'd say most places I sang were good and most folks equally good.

But, there are times one can slack off or hide in the choir.

Certainly, if one feels one isn't good enough at singing, a congregation member can almost mumble or spout 'la la las', and in the long run that's not a 'sin -s-.

Perhaps I should get to the point and I'm sure you all have guessed -s-.

Hiding in the choir is not a crime or sin.

It might be neglegence, especially if you have committed to serving in shuch an endeavor.

Serving our country takes many forms.

Obviously the military is at best the 'tip of the iceberg'.

What we can do, all of us, is be responsible to and for Freedom.

There is no 'hiding in the choir', thogh some do, for the time being.

That will not last.

One of these days, just as sure as the turning of the Earth, the dawn of a new day, the coming of the New Year, there will be NO place to hide.

Of course, there will be plenty who will shirk their duty. There always have been, always will be.

I'm suggesting those of us awake to tyranny attempt to awake many more. The more the merrier -s-.

Hiding in the choir will be more than unbecoming.

It will be the badge of traitors.

And cowards.

There will be no excuses.

There were none for our ancestors who pledged their lives, fortunes and sacred honor.

So let it be for us.

Peace

Happy birthday Jesus!

They call him the Prince of Peace.

And there are many who think that means we roll over and God will take care of us.

For the Muslim, peace is submission to Islam. Totally.

The communist definition is similar in that once the world is totally commie, then their peace will reign in the surrender of our individuality and Freedom.

Shalom is much more encompassing.

The Jews have a history of resistance, in spite of the march to the trains in WW2.

Peace means good will, strength, forbearance, vanquishing evil (the tallest order), friendship and assurance.

Salaam to the Middle Eastern Christian can mean the same thing.

Peace should mean the same thing to Christians everywhere. And (catching flak from some?) to any who thirst for peace aka Freedom.

It also means to be prepared to always defend that from those who would rise and try to take it away.

Unfortunately, it has been hijacked by leftist leaners and commie subversives to warp the message and make it acquiescence.

True vanquishing evil is greatly up to God. But, we have been left much of the job.

Peace through superior firepower is just part of the answer.

It must be will and determination to bring Freedom not just to this battered Republic, but to the world by example. That has been greatly warped in terms of forcing socalled democracy on others.

That is crappola.

We must lead through example.

Once we secure and restore the Republic, then we can continue to show the world that which it must come to itself.

The war between good and evil will go on, for men and women are flawed and pride etal can creep in.

But it is a start.