Intergalactic Visitors

In Genesis, the Bible tells of the “Sons of Heaven” met with God and one declared to be greater than God, himself, and was cast out, along with his angelic followers. Satan and his horde were possibly the first intergalactic visitors to earth. Many believe it will happen again and some preach that it has already occured with the rising popularity of Comic Hero Beings. You know the story of David and Goliath, a giant who reportedly stood over 9 feet tall! Historians have evidence to some beings standing over 15 feet tall. Now, that’s ‘big’, donchaknow. Really! Theologians have long argued just how long was a day to God. Already there is evidence that the earth has been in existence for thousands of years. Who made the strange geometric figures found world-wide? Is it possible that beings from outer space have already visited our planet? Some of the guests with Gary Stearman on the interesting “Prophecy Network” think so and to me it beats the excitement of Comic Book Superheroes. If you also wonder about such things, tune in”Prophecy Watchers TV”. It may be downloaded for free and it makes for very interesting perusal.  

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

A Spider Web


The web of Deceit covers Capitol Hill. I believe in fair play. I have not always played fair, however. I am blessed by God’s Mercy and Grace and am determined to play by HIS rules from now on.

I wish our elected officials would do this, but am afraid they have forgotten the “Golden Rule”. They seem to be playing the “IwilldotoyouasIpleaseandyouwillbegoodsportsandreelectme” game,

everything by THEIR rules, totally ignoring the reason for being elected in the first place, with the Sinister Spider weaving a web in the dark privacy that is Capitol Hill. We allow this by being good citizens, exercising the same doggone vote every time. 

I have never voted intelligently. I’ve not done my homework, up until now!! I read books and wait for some network to quote scripture. I have long given up, and now there are transgenders, same-sex marriages, genocide and a bunch of other sinful acts being done by all ages. Why is it that I hear much more criticism of my President, than I do about the other side? It’s enough to make one pray for the Rapture.

You know that surprise will surely get folks attention. 


And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN

“Each of us should please our neighbors for their good, to build them up.” (Romans 15:2)

I’ve never felt I was a recluse, but I do not know my neighbors. I see them at the elevator, but don’t know their names. I only leave my apartment for Doctors and haircuts, so I’m not doing much “building up”. 

Today, we live isolated lives. My Dad would know everyone of the folks living in over 300 apartments here. He was simply a friendly kind of man. He would stand looking out of the corner windows as he washed dishes or made a cake and know every person walking up Arkansas Street. He would sit on our screen porch, shelling peas and call to them. Some would stop and come for a visit. Most were black. (Is it good to talk skin color?)

“Mister Sam” was very neighborly and respected. He loved people and they reciprocated. He taught that to my son as they sat on the back porch steps, sneaking a ‘chaw’ of Tinsley’s Gold Leaf. (I am fairly certain that Steven no longer “uses”).  It must have been enjoyable for those who did, but it turned my stomach. I had a night of dizzy sickness at Boy Scout camp, just once, and that was enough to keep me away from the nasty habit. I didn’t escape cigarettes and a good cigar was fine, but they both left me infirmed, donchaknow. 

I find it rather unfortunate that we do not know neighbors well enough to do other than nod.  That doesn’t come close to what Apostle Paul instructed in his letter to the Church in Rome and that’s sad.

And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

Then there were none!

Robert E Lee Memorial For Sale, contact Dallas City Council

Dallas city fathers are falling right in line with their latest decision to place a confederate statue in storage, preparing to list it for sale. Liberals are shredding the fabric of our nation! No one should be allowed to change our history. It is OUR sacred story, donchaknow!  It is just another evidence of the influence of the SINister Minister’s control of human beings and their thinking. I am appalled at the audacity of elected officials who make such an arbitrary decision out of the darkness of their minds. It must be eternal midnight between their ears. Why are we, who know better, allowing this? I am unable to travel or I would be camping at their front door. This is abominable and everyone who knows “Truth”, knows it to be so. We need to take a stand for America, NOW! Elected officials are never to wear “religious” garments. Elected officials should swear allegiance to America and only America, or else! Our children should only be taught the truth about our national history and we should once again return prayer and only God-worship to our classrooms. All other religious rights may be allowed at home, but in American schools as long as our Pledge says, “Under God”, there should never be any other pledge given. Why do we not see the danger of the movement, nationwide, of removing the very basics our forefathers set forth. What more can we sit back and allow to occur? “One Nation, Under God”. ONE NATION, UNDER GOD! Period!!

Shame. Anything else is Criminal!!

And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

“The Shadow”

Back in the mid-fifties I was teaching during the day and playing radio at night. I worked on Sunday afternoon at KPDN in Pampa, Texas. We had network service by Mutual Broadcasting Company while others had the big boys, CBS and NBC. My responsibility was to play pre-recorded (taped reels) of “Gangbusters”, “Nick Carter,Master Detective”, “Mr. District Attorney”, “Inner Sanctum”, “Sky King”, “Jack Armstrong, the All American Boy” and “The Shadow”. Lamont Cranston was a wealthy entrepreneur who also had supernatural powers as The Shadow. The program always began with the eerie voice saying, “What evil lurks in the hearts of man…the Shadow knows…(ending with an eerie laugh)”. It would send chills up-and-down the back. I believe the shadow exists today in the form of The Holy Spirit. Jesus left us with a comforter whose responsibility was to reveal ‘truth’ to believers through diligent study of God’s Word and total surrender to His Will. As you study and walk with God, there is a discernment that makes you “supernatural”. No human power comes close to the power brought into the life of anyone by FAITH. I do not need proof otherwise. Even though I have access to the whole truth, it is a struggle to overcome the human intellect and natural bent toward doing otherwise. Walking in such a way that each step is “Holy Ground” does not come naturally. It’s Supernatural and it is Joy unlimited. 

And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN

IF and BUT

“First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth” (1 Timothy 2)

It’s coming up to election time and I am certain it to be very critical for my beloved country.

IF we continue on the course we’ve set, we will move further away from the Will of God. Government cannot save this nation. Government is far too self-interested and politically correct! We have elected officials who are getting wealthy at our own expense. We have leaders who have stopped leading for the good and are making under-the-table deals with foreign powers that mean billions for themselves. Many are setting forth as candidates for more time to get fat and sassy. Watch out for any candidate who says that China is our friend. 

BUT  we do have hope! We can take control of our own lives. We can see to it that those who have taken advantage of under-the table deals are sent home and we can determine the character and honesty of new blood in Washington. We must send people to D.C. who favor term limits for all Federal positions, including the ‘sacred’ Supreme Court. Fat Cats No More, donchaknow. Of course, nothing I am saying will make sense to most citizens, since most are unbelievers. Know Jesus and Know the TRUTH, all else is detritus and a smoke screen. God intends for America to be “Holy Ground”, not a Sinful Swamp. It is Really Up To US!

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

A college diploma does not a man make.

SFA choir at Madison Square Garden 1959

I suppose you could call me a college dropout with a degree. I loved school. I missed only one-half day in all twelve years. My class, 1949, was the first one to go twelve years in Mount Pleasant Public Schools. I actually breezed through classes all the way to a Masters Degree. My mind was like a sponge. I have always been thrilled to learn. I never spent midnight oil studying. I never cheated on a quiz, even though as a Senior in high school, our class in American History was offered the option. I refused to look for the planned signals from two students in the first row. I did my test without doing so and I passed easily. I refused to go along with cheating in Physics while at Sam Houston even though I did participate in setting the prof’s pocket watch twenty-minutes ahead at first break in summer school. It was a two-hour class music composition class twice a week and it was very dull. He got even with a 250 question True/False final after making a big show of placing his pocket watch securing in his pocket and announcing that we were to not complete our exam until a full two-and-a-half hours had elapsed. He will always be among my favorites. I entered college on a full music scholarship, playing in the college band. I thought I knew just about everything there was to know about playing a trumpet, but I was in for a rude awakening when in my Freshman Music Theory class I discovered that I couldn’t ‘read’ music! I also learned that I knew nothing about Classical Music. I loved big bands and popular tunes of the day and the only broadcast of music in my home was “The Grand Ole Opry” and “Louisiana Hayride”. Dr. George Conrey saw to it that I knew both, or else. He and Dr. Paul Hensarling, Charles Lindsay, Dr. Earl Jones,  and Dr. Rice (I do not recall his first name). Upon graduation from Sam Houston State Teachers College in Huntsville with a BMu degree, I began teaching music in Cedar Bayou Schools (soon to be consolidated with Baytown Goose Creek School District).From there we moved to Pampa, Texas where Marilyn and I were assigned Junior High. She co-taught girl’s physical education and I taught music. It was then that I realized I was only parroting what I had seen while in the College choir and there was more to teaching than anything taught there. College Psychology class doesn’t teach how to deal with simple disrespect from students. It never says, “Be careful what you threaten with.” As sure as the sun shines, you will be forced to back it up with action. I know that for a fact. No place did any education class give pointers in dealing with the arbitrary administrator who simply doesn’t like you as a person. No mention of what to do when you have an administrator who is jealous of your relationship with faculty and students. No prof ever told me that my civil rights could be in jeopardy with board rulings. Parenting and Teaching both lack a how-to Textbook. Curriculum in Public Institutions is missing one basic required coarse. “Bible Study”! And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

Life’s Storms

“Peace Be Still”

I believe that when we walk through a storm it’s God at work calling us to Him. I believe Floods, Tornados  and Hurricanes are each one a personal call from Heaven. I believe they are ‘Highest Court’ decisions of Judgement. I believe the problems the jewish nation has with other countries is simply a continuation of God’s invitation to His ‘favorite’ nation to come to Him through Jesus Christ. I do not believe there will ever be peace in the ‘Middle East’. I believe every bump in our road of life is a private invitation for a one-on-one chat. I believe we are making God angry and only His Love for mankind is holding his hand. I believe there will never be a time when there is no pain in the world. I believe this with all my heart. But, I believe there is only one way to overcome all this difficulty and that is a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Stiff necked folks will never understand what I believe, but that doesn’t stop me from praying for each one. I am never alone, Never! I can sing This great old hymn with total Faith that it is true – “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me. Whenpains of life assail and my strength begins to fail, Thou who never lost a battle, Stand by Me.  And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

Dignity Disappearing

The Master

Golf may be the most popular place to find respect and prayers. Golf crowds are totally in awe as they stand in silence and follow their favorite player from green to green. The whole thing is electric as the putter is set and the last look is taken at the cup. A deep breath and silent plea and time seems to stand still. A chorus of gasps when the ball goes awry. A jubilant cheer when it plops into the cup. Either way,you can always count on unified reaction. And then it is all repeated as their favorite strides to the next tee box. Even their hurried pace to their next advantage point is done quietly and respectfully. Hours of dignity painted across a gorgeous landscape of perfectly groomed terrain. It is truly like a worship service and at most events, the attendance is much greater than in church. What is says to me is Sporting events are like a worship service and sports stars are like a “savior”. Dignified but it’s all temporary and unimportant in the final analysis, donchaknow.  All of it will disappear into eternal oblivion once Jesus Christ Comes Back to Reign. That truly will be our Final Score and the Clock will be dripping ZERO for too many of my friends. Their Good Times are no more. Really.

And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN