With Failing Hands

The Patriarch of the Carolina Clan sent this to me. This is a quote from a very famous American:
“We know more about war than about peace.  We know more about killing than about living.
This is our 20th Century’s claim to progress – knowledge of science outstrips capacity for control.
We have too many men of science, too few men of God.
The world has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience.
We are a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants.”
The interesting thing is that this was said by General Omar Bradley, a highly decorated General in World War II. General Bradley died in 1981. Here we are, over 50-years years later and things have not improved. As a matter of fact, we can list a number of additional indictments. We are living in dangerous times. The very vanguard of public safety is, in itself, in grave danger. In Colorado there is a threat of death to any policeman who is caught alone. Our military is being decimated and even those who are willing to serve cannot be assured that their deployments will be made with enough man and material to be successful. Frighteningly, drivers are totally ignoring the ‘stop warning sign’ on school buses. We live in a time when social media dictates how we should think. Our decisions are influenced by Polls and we have no idea as to just who and how those polls are determined. Our Constitution is in constant attack. Elected officials think that it is their personal opinion that is more important than the will of the people. Our Laws are increasing in conflict with that of GOD. We are told that only experienced ‘politicians’ should be elected to office and it’s good that we were not convinced of that fact when inexperienced gentlemen were placed in charge. Our families are imploding and our children matriculate into universities that cannot produce young adults who know much about who America is. Nothing I’ve stated is really a surprise for those whose lives are filled with the assurance of “Pay Day Someday”. A great Southern Baptist Man of God, W. A. Criswell, preached that famous sermon from the pulpit of First Baptist Church in Dallas.

Here we are in the 21st century; is this our Pay Day? Have we followed the course of the natural man, other than man led by daily devotion inspired by GOD’s HOLY SPIRIT?  Have we sold our freedom for the temporal price of graft and greed?  Are we unworthy to be called “His People”?  Only you can determine for yourself.  We have certainly lived ‘down’ to the conditions stated by General Bradley, so many years ago. Now, we have only the hope of surrender to the Mercy and Grace of a Loving GOD.  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.    AMEN

I Remember Red Ryder

Ryder is a big name this week. USA vs. Europe is one of golf’s most prestigious events. The Ryder Cup is awarded the winning team and Captain Davis Love III has ‘drafted’ his most talented team. Darren Clark has done the same for Europe. The pride of each nation is on the line and I will be among the millions who watch. I remember the television series, “Red Ryder” and all the stars who rode the screen, including Bill Elliott and Robert Blake. I also recall the 1938 Daisy “Red Ryder” BB-gun. It still is the leading seller in BB-guns today. I always wanted a Daisy Red Ryder BB-gun, but had to enjoy firing a friend’s. My parents were opposed to any gun that shot anything that could cause blindness or injury. My memories of ‘shooting’ with some of my friends proved the wisdom of that decision. BBs stung! Mattie and Sam’s boy went home early. I wonder, would ‘gun control’ proponents include banning the Daisy Red Ryder BB-gun? What if the only weapons available were Daisy Red Ryder BB-guns? People could wear plastic shielded headgear and heavy jackets and that would probably make shooting each other boring like paint guns, donchaknow. What in world started this whole thing, today? I must have had a point in mind, or is it senility? “Tis a Puzzlement. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.
AMEN or “OH MY”?

The Heart of the Matter

The problem with retirement facilities is that laughter and patience is at a minimum. Here, on the outside, the problems are more numerous and they all begin ‘within’.  Hearts have been hardening for over 40-years. We have a whole generation that believes there is no absolute. We have politicians who are caught in a lie and they still are viable candidates. We have teachers (and preachers) who share untruths and we have children with no parental guidance to discern the difference. We are a mess, but we’ve been that for too long.  I heard Pastor Pete Briscoe describe our condition  as a “Lack of Contrite Heart”.  He suggested we spend our time in GOD’s Holy Word, look to HIM for our needs, be joyful in every circumstance and look for the image of hearts. We found two yesterday and can’t wait for one or more to appear. As the song goes, “We gotta have heart!”  That’s what I get from My Box o Chocolates.   AMEN

Fees of Fraud

I have concern when switching my retirement direct deposit from one bank to another. It’s easier, and less costly to withdraw cash along with a purchase. To quibble over a few dollars is illicit to many, but to a limited income, elderly person, those two and three dollar fees add up. Banks should be ashamed. Congress should be loaded with guilt for allowing such violation of privilege. We could live to see banks charge to cash a check at the counter, since there is a wage-earning teller involved. Why not charge $5.00 to speak to a person about anything, or have a cover-charge at the door or when we are told to “press one” to get information about our own money?
I am told there are banks without ‘any service charge’. I just might find a bank that is more considerate of us old guys. The whole practice is simply fraud caused by greed. I just had an invite to change my black debit card to a platinum debit card. I didn’t choose to do so since there was a $14.95 monthly fee charged for the change. It probably allowed withdrawal from another bank for free, but it didn’t prevent the other bank from charging $3.00 for the transaction. It’s just another reason to change all the locks on all the office doors in Washington, donchaknow. Who says we are not living in times of “taxation without representation”? That’s why I don’t drink tea. To the ‘friendly’ neighborhood banks with “people” to talk to, I apologize. And, to the banks and businesses that still have a ‘live-English-speaking’ person who answers the phone, I say “Thanks”. And, to my Loving GOD who graciously forgives HIS sinful child, I say, “Hallelujah, Thine the Glory, Revive us Again!” And, that’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN

Not Just a Golfer

I learned at an early age, that I was not an athlete and golf, most especially, was not something I would enjoy. I once went ‘golfing’ with my son and after the first tee and ten minutes of ‘looking’ for my ball, he suggested that I ‘drive the cart’. I nearly ran us into a creek and am certain he regretted the invitation entirely. My father loved Arnie and he would be heartbroken today. I never was too interested in golf until Tiger. I met some golf pros in Vegas, but until Tiger started his run, I didn’t watch many golf tournaments. Howvcer, I do recall my first tournament. It was with Travis Bryan and Red Burditt. We walked the course with Arnie. It was at the Woodlands, just outside Conroe, Texas. It was exciting to watch. Arnold Palmer didn’t have a smooth swing, all he had was power and presence. He loved the game and the spectators. I will never forget, as Arnold Palmer walked the fairway to the 18th green, the masses began to shout “Arnie”, applaud in a wave as he walked by and grow totally silent as he putted. It was a chilling experience. It was obvious that we all were in the company of a true ‘champion’. I was
in the presence of the ‘king of golf’. I pray that that king was greeted by MY KING yesterday. I pray that MY KING will have said, “Well done, my son! You used the opportunity to excel in an honorable fashion. You weren’t perfect,nor worthy to come into my presence, but by your FAITH, you are welcome.” Would to GOD every athlete would have that same honor. Rest in Peace, Arnold Palmer. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN

Taps

I was saddened, yet honored, to play ‘Taps’ over the grave of those who lost their lives in WWII. I felt a deep sadness for those who received a folded American Flag at the close of the service. and jumped in response to the twenty-one-gun-salute. As I played my horn, I felt pride in the bravery of those who gave everything in order for me to live in freedom. I have sung “God Bless America” dozens of times. I have sung “The Star Spangled Banner” too many times to count. I have pledged Allegiance to my flag more than that. I have stood in honor of the only FREE nation on earth. We are blessed by GOD and only through HIS MERCY and GRACE do we still exist. We certainly do not deserve all our blessings and we certainly do not have the freedom to curse that which GOD has provided. We have become a nation of “Suers” and “Protestors”. No demonstration will cure the sinful condition of hearts in ‘natural mankind’. I didn’t play Taps over the graves of heroes for the rights of free will hatred. Those whose remains lay in graves didn’t die for us to hate and destroy. My LORD JESUS CHRIST didn’t go to that disgusting cross so that we might wallow in self and sin. My BIBLE says, “A trumpet shall sound” and things will get ugly for a long time. I have a ticket to ride the night owl to Glory. I will not demonstrate for other cause than HIS HONOR and GLORY, donchaknow. You may go on singing “My Way”. I will pray for you to see the light. Just remember, “The Trumpet Sounds Sooner Than Expected!” That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.    AMEN

On Your Knees

This is my letter to those who are ‘demonstrating’ during the playing of our National Anthem. “You have the right to demonstrate, but not in hatred or disrespect. You who now do so are simply ‘copy cats’. You are simply causing those who do respect Old Glory, and what it represents, to pity you. Shame on those who make statements of hatred and violence. Shame on adults who have the special honor of teaching our youth. What is happening today is proof of the unmitigated lie of “No Absolute”. Shame on all who make excuses for expressions of hatred and disrespect. Shame on America for losing our way. Shame on media for making such a glorified issue of such events. Shame on us for not realizing just how attractive violence and riot is to misguided youth, seeking notice. Certainly, all of you have a ‘right’ to demonstrate, but GOD is not mocked. HE allowed Kings when Israel failed to honor HIM. He gave all of us free will to do as we would, but HIS judgement is final and I pray that those who hold hate and bitterness in their hearts, have a change of heart and read the final chapter in GOD’s Word. Shame on those in authority for leading all of us down the wrong path. Shame on those of us who KNOW what is right, who fail to STAND on those principals! SHAME, SHAME.”

That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN

Thanks to the Clan

In my Christmas news exuberance, I failed to appreciate some great years to the Carolina Clan. There is no way anyone other than one’s own children can compare to Christmas with your very own, but the North Carolina folks with whom I celebrated the birth of My Lord, come pretty close. I was loved (hopefully am loved) for over 30 years, so it is wrong for me to disregard their overwhelming compassion and caring. They all have a special place in my heart that is theirs alone. May GOD BLESS you, Carolina Clan, and keep you safe. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN

Christmas Day With Jesus and MattieT

For all my life I’ve been blessed at Christmas with bits of family. That’s the fact of life for a divorcee. This year it could just be me and MattieT. You would think that would be depressing, but my pup and I will be joined by the Giver of my greatest gift, My Lord Jesus Christ. He has stood at my wreath-draped door for all these years and didn’t even ring my doorbell. Any or all of my family are welcome, but my special guest is really all we need. After all, He is the Reason for the Season,donchaknow.   Joy to the world, My Lord has come, and there’s enough to go around, even to your house.  But, hold the presses!  Great News!  What was going to be a solitary Christmas has miraculously become a full family Christmas in Bryan …..I am included. Prayers have been answered and that 40-year-old-empty-seat will be filled. It was not my intention to bring about a problem, but I just have never felt it wise to invade what has been ‘tradition’ for all but me. I know my children would have liked me to be there, but this time…I have been graciously invited to attend by my children’s mother. This ‘shock wave’ couldn’t have come at a better time. It is only important to just a few of us, but its importance is also proof to everyone who shares this ‘wading’….GOD hears and answers prayers from HIS Children. It may not go as we ‘wish’, every time, but this time I know, “The Lord has blessed me and kept me for this Christmas” and I’ll not waste a moment doing anything but loving and praising HIM, donchaknow. “I’ll be home for Christmas!” AND…that’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN and AMEN!