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January 29th, 2010 | Author:

I’m writing to apologize that I couldn’t watch your whole State of the Union Address last night.  You see, I had a prior commitment.  I had to clean the cat box.

So how’d it go?  Did you get applause from both sides of the rooms?  Did everyone understand the error of their ways after you explained just what it was they had previously misunderstood?  Did you feel better for getting everything off your chest?

I have to say, though, I thought it was pretty tacky to go after the Supreme Court when they couldn’t respond. In grade school, we would have called that “does not play well with others.”

And about those wars that you kept throwing back in President Bush’s face?  You do realize that you could just end them and bring our people home, don’t you?  I’m just saying, in case you hadn’t thought of that idea.

That’s all for now, Mr. Pres.  It’s time to wash my hair.

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January 27th, 2010 | Author:

Speaking so softly that he was often inaudible, Justice Thomas J. Murray accepted ‘not guilty’ pleas from Richard and Margie Cressy.  Margie thanked him for releasing them in their own recognizance with no bail set.  They are scheduled to return to Glen town court on March 18th at 2 pm.

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January 27th, 2010 | Author:

When I was a teenager  (back in the dark ages before computers, when all we had were manual typewriters) I made a little binder of poems I liked.  I would  illustrate each page with photos cut out of magazines – the original cut and paste.

I was reminded of one of those poems this week, so I dug the binder out and took a photo of it.  (I apologize that it has no author, but I never knew who wrote it.  If someone does know, please leave a comment and let me know.)

As a nod to older eyes like mine, I’ve typed the text below the photo.

The Last Generation

I was alone, not physically but mentally
I searched, and found nothing
I loved, but it didn’t encompass
I lied, by building false barriers
I hoped, but what did it gain?
I believed, and was disappointed
I reached, but was rejected
I thought, but thoughts were muddled
I looked, but couldn’t see
I touched, and friendship disintegrated
I wanted, but couldn’t have
I prayed, but God just ignored
I wondered, but was rudely mocked
I cursed, but only felt guilty
I unbent, and got hurt
I whispered, and was not heard
I talked, but nobody would listen
I listened, but nobody talks
I asked, and was turned down
I gave, but nobody paid attention
I hurt, but nothing can heal
I questioned, but got no answers
I begged, and had to crawl
I laughed, and hid my tears
I cried, and was destroyed
I hated, but got nowhere
I felt, and cursed the pain
I accepted, but was rejected
I called, but was not answered
I held, but couldn’t cling
I walked, but couldn’t travel
I groped, but couldn’t find my way
I fought, but couldn’t win
I turned, and you were gone
I watched, but couldn’t accept
I lingered, but couldn’t remain
I stated, but couldn’t convince
I ran, but couldn’t get away
I destroyed, and there is only loneliness
I can’t, and my sanity is gone
I killed, and ruined my commitment
I AM DEAD, NOT PHYSICALLY BUT MENTALLY

Cheery little ditty, eh?  Lest you think my teenage years were completely horrible, let me assure you that most of the pages in the binder actually were quite cheery.  But The Last Generation was definitely included … in the binder and in my life.

In point of fact, throughout most of my adult life that angst was present in one fashion or another.  No matter what I did or how hard I tried, I never felt like I quite fit.  There was a hole inside me that never quite got filled.  I was often out of step with the rest of the world, wondering just what my problem was.  It took thirty-nine years before someone helped me figure it out.

I heard a song on the radio in the car this week. (I’ve put the video at the end of this post.  It’s a great song.)  The beginning lyrics were what caught my attention, reminded me of  The Last Generation, and prompted this post:

There was a time I was dead inside.
You’d call my name and I’d try to hide.
My heart was dark and so full of shame,
Full of shame.
But like the dawning of a brand new day
Your love has chased my shame away.
How amazing, now I hear You singing over me!
Over me!

Loudly, I sing
Loudly, I live
Giving You all I have to give,
Until the world knows the Love that’s made me so alive
I’m alive, I’m alive!

The King of Kings.  The Bread of Life.  The Good Shepherd.  The Rock.  The Horn of Salvation.  The Light of the World.  The Mediator.  The Prince of Life. Jesus the Christ.  The missing component in my life.

If you feel dead inside; if you think your life just isn’t on the right track and you feel incomplete – then you probably are on the wrong track and incomplete.  I encourage you to turn to Jesus and invite Him into your heart to be your Lord and Savior.  There’s really no other answer that will fill that hole.  Choose Jesus, and find out what life is really all about.

For since by a man came death, by a man also came the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ all will be made alive. (1 Corinthians 15:21-22)

And you were dead in your trespasses and sins, in which you formerly walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in the sons of disobedience. Among them we too all formerly lived in the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest. But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), (Ephesians 2:1-5)

When you were dead in your transgressions and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He made you alive together with Him, having forgiven us all our transgressions, having canceled out the certificate of debt consisting of decrees against us, which was hostile to us; and He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. (Colossians 2:13-14)

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January 25th, 2010 | Author:

This one speaks for itself – and it’s funny, to boot.  :)

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January 25th, 2010 | Author:

I don’t really like Pat Buchanan, and I don’t often agree with him, but I think he’s nailed it in a new post on CNSNews. He looked at the reasons that Arabs in the Mideast are at war with us.

It won’t be a popular post, and it will probably be categorized as “un-American,” but after a brief run-down on  the Mideast, he concludes this way:

But as long as we take sides in their wars, those we fight and kill over there will come to kill us over here.

This is payback for our intervention. This is the price of empire. This is the cost of the long war.

Hard to argue with that.

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