Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Death of our Educational System

     I started School in a proverbially old, one room Schoolhouse, in the back of a thrice abandoned old Church Building, in a small town in Arkansas. North End they called it but it was really Oakwood Elementary. A new school with three separate classrooms was being built on the opposite side of the school lot; but that first half-winter in that old creaky fortress was an experience I am glad I had to go through.
     It was a big dark room, with dark squeaky wood floors, best I remember. My desk had been used by a hundred other kids before me and had an empty spot for an inkwell. Inkwells, even in my day, being long abandoned for #3 graphite pencils. We called them lead pencils but they were graphite. The bigger and intimidating 5th and 6th graders were on the other side of a central desk and a big, pot-bellied coal stove from us newbies. Also on the desk, one might say its central feature, was a fearsome looking pine paddle that kids of our day didn't have to be told the meaning of.  
     There was discipline in the school in those days. Kids listened to the teachers and for the most part did what they were told, when they were told, and with respect. We were told that very first day what to expect, and we were expected to remember it. One rule I remember was no playing in the coal pile out back. I had never played in a coal pile, but didn't think I wanted to investigate the possibility.
     I rode to school with mom and dad that first day. Dad had an 8mm motion picture camera and I have actual film of me going in the front door of that old C
hurch building that day. After that I was taught how to walk the route to school each day it wasn't snowing or raining. I walked with a friend up the street named Butch Campbell. Later when I was older, I occasionally rode a bicycle to school, but for the most part all the kids walked. In the 6th grade the exception was Troy Bazzel who had a real motorcycle, a slight smirk like Elvis Presley, and a cool black leather coat the rest of us guys would have killed for. They didn't let him park it on the school lot but he parked it across the street as I remember. I liked Troy he and I both built model airplanes.
     In the 4th grad I walked home with a boy named Dale Rogers. I learned about life and death with Dale. We walked home one day, parted at the intersection of Bard Road and went our separate directions. He lived just over the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks. When I got home I heard the sirens of an Ambulance and the Police. I looked out the back window and saw a train stopped and some sort of commotion back there. I hopped on my bike and went back to see just as Dale's mother came walking to the Ambulance, sobbing and carrying Dale's legs. Dale had tried to scoot and roll under the slow moving cars of the train, to get home quicker. He died quickly of shock. My classmates and I were Pallbearers, something I was not ready for at that age. But boy, did I find out about life and death.
     Style was important, even back then. Troy Bazzel with his leather jacket, was the best dresser in school of course; but my mom made all my flannel shirts each winter, and trimmed all the sleeves off short for the next summer. She made all my sister's dresses too. My early childhood best friend was Dennis Janes. Dennis's Mother died during Dennis's birth because of a drunken Doctor. Dennis, his older brother, (street name "Mousie" who, owned a switch-blade knife, and had been to reform school), and two older sisters Janet and Gloria, "Gordie", lived with their aged great-grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Shultz. The very elderly Mr. Shultz worked at the local Dry Cleaners/Laundry. He hobbled to work and back each day, and the Janes kids were all, (girls and boys), neatly clothed in white dress shirts and freshly starched jeans left unclaimed at the Laundry. It was a huge embarrassment to Dennis as he got a little older, I thought he looked sharp, but he was envious of my flannel shirts, so we would swap for the day occasionally and swap back before we got home. Times were desperate for some folks in those days, but we seldom talked of such things.
     We moved mid-winter or early spring, that first year, to the new school building with three actual classrooms and new desks and equipment. The building was a hexagon with the upper half wall made up of glass blocks and windows that slanted out. Lots of light compared to the old Church building. I got in trouble that first morning. It was a foggy spring morning outside. Our teacher, Max Edrington's mother, had to go to the Principal's

office and told us not to leave our desks. Bill Shaver said, "Wow!, look at the fog." I thought he said frog and jumped up to stare out the window, just as Mrs. Edrington came back. I was devastated to get in trouble in front of the little girl on the front row. Her name was Joy Boyd, a good reader like I was as the class read about "Bill and Jane", and she helped me discover girls that year. She was the love of my life for about 5 or 6 weeks or so.
      We played ball and hop scotch, marbles, Woofie over the River (tag), as well as on the seesaw, slide, and swings. The boys also scalped the soil of moss and built moss-roofed forts and villages with stick fences and smooth roads and bridges (playing with what we had). I learned early on not to gamble playing keeper marbles. And I learned I was one of the slowest boys in school trying to not be "It" in Woofie. We could also bring cap guns to school as long as there were no caps in them, and the boys played cowboy's and quick draw without ever developing any kind of life-threatening character flaws. Bullies learned not to bully on the bottom of a pile of flesh, with a proud black eye for the smaller kid, and a fat lip and soul-shaking embarrassment for the Bully. I never did get in that coal pile.
     Teaching in those days was intense. Every event was a Teaching Event. I remember in 4th grade when we listened to the News on the radio that Machine Gun Kelly had been executed in prison. Somber news but we learned crime did not pay. On Thanksgiving we learned what it meant to be thankful. Not just about the Pilgrims; though all the Thanksgiving Story Characters were on the wall. No, we learned why they were thankful. Scripture and all. And what a Thanksgiving Meal we enjoyed, in Character. Every play our students preformed was a History Lesson, every current event a geography lesson. No teaching opportunity was wasted.
     Our 5th and 6th grade teacher and Principal was Mrs. Hollis. She was stern looking but we loved her. She made us memorize Longfellow's "The Village Blacksmith".

The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
     I remember the picture of that spreading chestnut tree above the poem. I had never seen a chestnut tree and it somewhat inspired my later interest in Biology and Plant Taxonomy. We learned even from the accurate drawings in the textbooks, but more; we learned the reason for the drawings, the reason for the textbooks, the reason History is important, and why we were never, never, never to forget our great Country's History. We learned the English Bible was the first Textbook authorized for printing by the very first Act of Congress; something that is no longer taught in this age of Common Core Communist Indoctrination. We had a Bible, or two, or three available in class in case we needed them for the Maps or text. Bibles were kept right next to the Dictionaries and atlases.
     We started classes out with Prayer, Salutes, and the Pledge of Allegiance. We were taught how to fold a flag and run it up a flagpole respectfully. We weren't taught how to take standardized tests, we were taught how to conquer life, how to accomplish something with our lives, and how to keep America Great. What has happened to today's school mission? Where did we go wrong? Where have our Teachers gone? Why are our School Boards purchasing Communist leaning textbooks with watered down American History? What in Heaven's Name has happened? Our Schools are bankrupt of Education. Our Department of Education is corrupt and foreign to the interests of our Children. Our kids don't even understand the Evils of Fascism, Socialism and Communism because they are wrongly taught as virtuous. Our kids don't even know who Adolph Hitler was. He was the original Socialist Democrat. Now we have Bernie Sanders a Socialist Democrat running for President and our Millennials have been raised, blind, clueless, and ignorant. The Death of our Educational System has been decades coming. We have missed the clues of its demise somehow. We MUST fix it soon. Very Soon, before our youngest kids forget what Civilization is.

Monday, February 8, 2016

The Hidden Meaning Within Levitical Laws

     It takes most Christians half their lives or more to realize who Jesus really is. Yes, He is the Son of God, but that is more of a way for babes in Christ to see Divinity. Jesus is the walking, talking embodiment of God the Father. His Virgin Birth in Bethlehem was a way for a very unscientific population to understand a God so Wise and Omniscient, so Powerful, so Omnipotent and Far Reaching that He could go back in time (or forward as it were, in concept) and be born at a time of His choosing, to fulfill a plan of Salvation only His great mind could begin to comprehend. He separated His Three Parts, Mind, Body, and Shekinah Glory (Soul or Holy Spirit) so His Body could be "born again" as an actual Human, to experience and better understand the temptations and trials we humans go through. Born a new Adam to conquer and overcome those temptations, death, hell, and the grave, where the first Adam had failed.

     So Who is God? He is of course our Creator, Lord, Master, King, Savior, Friend, Brother, and our Kinsman Redeemer. James told us simply, "God is Love". Again, God as Jesus is the Walking, Talking Embodiment of all that Love and the Wisdom it took to bring it all down here as Immanuel "God with us".

Jesus tells us in Deuteronomy:  For the Lord thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp, to deliver thee, and to give up thine enemies before thee; therefore shall thy camp be holy: that he see no unclean thing
Deut 23:14 (KJV)

     This verse tells us several things:
 1.  The Lord Loves enough to walk among us, protect us, fight for us and make daily checks on our well being.
 2. The Lord who walks is Jesus because God the Father is a Spirit and doesn't walk.
 3. The Lord is Holy and doesn't want to see uncleanness in our lives.
 4. The Lord won't let our enemies succeed in destroying us.

     This verse is often overlooked in today's Pulpit, perhaps because of the reason it came up. God commanded a shovel like apparatus (or paddle) be included on the swords of the Israeli Army so when they went without the camp to relieve themselves, they could bury the excrement. Not the kind of thing a preacher would normally talk about, but look at what we would miss without this lesson. God wants His People to be clean:

"But it shall be, when evening cometh on, he shall wash himself with water: and when the sun is down, he shall come into the camp again. 12 Thou shalt have a place also without the camp, whither thou shalt go forth abroad: 13 And thou shalt have a paddle upon thy weapon; and it shall be, when thou wilt ease thyself abroad, thou shalt dig therewith, and shalt turn back and cover that which cometh from thee: 14 For the Lord thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp, to deliver thee, and to give up thine enemies before thee; therefore shall thy camp be holy: that he see no unclean thing in thee, and turn away from thee.
Deut 23:11-14 (KJV)

      Wow! A bath every day! Every time we get dirty. So many of the verses in Leviticus and Deuteronomy refer to being clean and healthy. I always get a kick out of poor Atheists trying to make jokes about not eating Shellfish, when there was a very Logical and Life-Saving reason. Shellfish of that region were carriers of dangerous internal parasites which devastated opposing armies, but spared the better trained Israeli Army. Swine carried Trichinosis and a dozen other illnesses, Rabbits transmitted Tularemia, etc.  Levitical laws protected God's People from these dangers. Personal cleanness and healthy daily living made the Army of God's Chosen People the strongest and mightiest as well as most feared in the entire region. Jesus walked up and down the many rows of tents in the Israeli camp each night, healing cuts and bruises, praying for the troops, and allowing peaceful sleep free from interruption by raiders. Jesus Himself guarded the camp. His Holy Spirit controlled swarms of wasps and bees, earthquakes, storms, and yes disease. Jesus did not favor the sin and idolatry He witnessed in the other camps; the sexual depravity and homosexuality associated with Baal worship, the sacrifice of living babies on the white hot arms of Molech, moon (Allah) and sun worship, and just plain filthiness and treachery.
     But Jesus loved Israel, He chose them, He fostered them, as He does us today. Jesus Loves you, He desires to have a Personal Relationship with you, to walk in your personal camp at night and all day too. Jesus loves and protects Israel to this very day. He has also given His Angels charge over you, to protect and defend you so, and until, that Personal Relationship can be fully established. He waits in the camp ready to forgive your sin, heal your cuts and bruises, and mend your heart from whatever has befell it. The Levitical Laws are a testament to it. Accept Him today as your Personal Savior.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

The Case for Barack Obama to be The Antichrist

     The Prophet Daniel gave us many fact-filled hints about who the Antichrist would be.

1.   He will be a great speaker, with great words, listened to by millions.
2.   He will attack and even wear out Christians who try to speak the truth.
3.   He will abandon the True God he once espoused (or claimed to) & push a pagan religion (Islam).
4.   He will be a homosexual.

And he shall speak great words against the most High, and shall wear out the saints of the most High, and think to change times and laws:
Dan 7:25 (KJV)

     Never in history has a standing U.S. President talked so much, actually said so little truth, and lied so much to the American People as has Barack Hussein Obama. Any event, any mundane corporate picnic, any staged 'black lives matter' hissy fit, or Hollywood Photo Op is reason enough for another speech by Obabberermouth. Lie after lie is professionally crafted to mislead American voters. The George Soros funded Media Matters is a professionally trained Media Outlet solely formed to rewrite and spin daily news reports to reflect the Anti-American views of the Obama Administration. Any chance to advance Islam, Communism, Anti-Capitalism, homosexual sin or anti-Family rhetoric is jumped at while every chance to attack Christianity and Patriotism is taken advantage of. Mosques, the training centers for Islamic Terrorism are visited and Islamic Leaders bowed to and pampered. And Obama's personal pastor, (a so-called Ex-Muslim), ran a front for a Homosexual Chicago Bathhouse (where Obama and Eric Holder were both participating members) and called on his god to "Damn America".
     Never in history has a President studied so hard and worked so hard to circumvent and shred the principles of our U.S. Constitution.  Never before has a President worked so hard to disrupt and disenable Congress from doing its job. Never before has a President worked so hard to encourage a Supreme Court so hell bent on destroying its own Constitution. Never before has a Presidents resume been so intertwined with deceit, sealed records, covered up relationships, faked (photo shopped) documents, i.e. his fake Birth Certificate, and of course his Stolen Social Security Number. A carefully woven tale of law breaking and deceit rewoven from the tattered shreds of already filthy rags.

But I will shew thee that which is noted in the scripture of truth: and there is none that holdeth with me in these things, but Michael your prince.
Dan 10:21 (KJV)

     Many Conservative sources, including some recently quoting none less than Michelle Bachman, have questioned whether Obama may not in fact be the Antichrist? My answer; and hers apparently, is that if Obama is successful in his attempt to obtain the position of Secretary General of the United Nations; he probably is the Antichrist.
     Because of Obama's sealed records and dubious birth records, along with divorce, and various supposed shady paramours of his mother, we have no idea at all of what Barry's actual name is. So converting the name to Hebrew and numbering the name to see if it comes out 666 is not an option right now. When the truth does come out many of us will have already left in the Rapture anyway, but for those "left behind" and reading this in a few years, I personally believe he (Obama) is that Antichrist. There, I said it!!!

 And the king shall do according to his will; and he shall exalt himself, and magnify himself above every god, and shall speak marvellous things against the God of gods, and shall prosper till the indignation be accomplished: for that that is determined shall be done. 37 Neither shall he regard the God of his fathers, nor the desire of women, nor regard any god: for he shall magnify himself above all. 38 But in his estate shall he honour the God of forces: and a god whom his fathers knew not shall he honour with gold, and silver, and with precious stones, and pleasant things. 39 Thus shall he do in the most strong holds with a strange god, whom he shall acknowledge and increase with glory: and he shall cause them to rule over many, and shall divide the land for gain.
Dan 11:36-39 (KJV)