Ted Cruz tells crowd, “If you will not stand with Israel and the Jews, then I will not stand with you. Good night, and God bless.”
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Government should aid those in need, but welfare should not be a one-way handout.
While Victoria’s Secret Angels are free to go bare on the runway, am I no less free to cover up in public?
Source: Why I Choose to Dress Modestly
From a Mother’s perspective
You ever have one of those days? You know the ones where you wake up late, rush around to get everyone where they need to be, only to realize you forgot something. Then you finally get where you need to go, only to realize you’re not needed there anymore. Nevermind that you broke the speed limit in two different counties to get there. After all that, you start the process of gathering everyone and everything to head home. Everyone’s tired, bills are waiting in the mailbox, and if you manage to make dinner, you’re definitely not in the mood for washing dishes.
It happens to the best of us. Sometimes it’s a small thing, a pebble sized problem that trips us up and creates a boulder of a bad attitude. This morning, it was my daughter who decided to get out of bed before sunrise. It takes me at least 15…
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A brief story of America and what what we wereThis 1967 true story is of an experience by a young 12-year-old lad in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. It is about the vivid memory of a privately rebuilt P-51 from WWII.
In the morning sun, I could not believe my eyes. There, in our little airport, sat a majestic P-51. They said it had flown in during the night from some U.S. Airport, on its way to an air show.The pilot had been tired, so he just happened to choose Kingston for his stop over. It was to take to the air very soon. I marveled at the size of the plane, dwarfing the Pipers and Canucks tied down by her. It was much larger than in the movies. She glistened in the sun like a bulwark of security from days gone by.
The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, and then stepped into the pilot’s lounge. He was an older man; his wavy hair was gray and tossed. It looked like it might have been combed, say, around the turn of the century.His flight jacket was checked, creased and worn – it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders. He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance. He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal (“Expo-67 Air Show”) then walked across the tarmac.
After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check, the tall, lanky man returned to the flight lounge to ask if anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he “flashed the old bird up, just to be safe.”Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use — “If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!”, he said. (I later became a firefighter, but that’s another story.) The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate. One manifold, then another, and yet another barked — I stepped back with the others. In moments the Packard-built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar. Blue flames knifed from her manifolds with an arrogant snarl. I looked at the others’ faces; there was no concern. I lowered the bell of my extinguisher. One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge. We did.
Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre-flight run-up. He’d taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds. We ran to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway. We could not. There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before. Like a furious hell spawn set loose — something mighty this way was coming. “Listen to that thing!” said the controller.
In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. It’s tail was already off the runway and it was moving faster than anything I’d ever seen by that point on 19. Two-thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic. We clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellishly fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze. We stood for a few moments, in stunned silence, trying to digest what we’d just seen.The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. “Kingston tower calling Mustang?” He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment. The radio crackled, “Go ahead, Kingston.” “Roger, Mustang. Kingston tower would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass.” I stood in shock because the controller had just, more or less, asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show! The controller looked at us. “Well, What?” He asked. “I can’t let that guy go without asking. I couldn’t forgive myself!”
The radio crackled once again, “Kingston, do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?” “Roger, Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass.” “Roger, Kingston, I’m coming out of 3,000 feet, stand by.”We rushed back onto the second-story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze. The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream. Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze. Her airframe straining against positive G’s and gravity. Her wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic. The burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air. At about 500 mph and 150 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting. Imagine. A salute! I felt like laughing; I felt like crying; she glistened; she screamed; the building shook; my heart pounded. Then the old pilot pulled her up and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelible into my memory.
I’ve never wanted to be an American more than on that day! It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother. A steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the old American pilot who’d just flown into my memory. He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart, old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best.
That America will return one day! I know it will! Until that time, I’ll just send off this story. Call it a loving reciprocal salute to a Country, and especially to that old American pilot: the late JIMMY STEWART (1908-1997),Actor, real WWII Hero (Commander of a US Army Air Force Bomber Wing stationed in England), and a USAF Reserves Brigadier General, who wove a wonderfully fantastic memory for a young Canadian boy that’s lasted a lifetime.
This is a two cup story with a great ending – maybe a Kleenex for happy tiers….
……enjoy and I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!! Kenny T
At noon on a dreary November day, a lonesome little fellow stood at the door of a cheap restaurant in Boston, and offered a solitary copy of a morning paper for sale to the people passing.But there were really not many people passing, for it was Thanksgiving Day, and the shops were closed, and everybody who had a home to go to, and a dinner to eat, seemed to have gone home.
An old man, with a face that looked pinched, and who was dressed in a seedy black coat, stopped at the same doorway, and, with one hand on the latch, he appeared to hesitate between hunger and a sense of poverty, before…
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On Christmas Eve a young soldier feeling trapped in London during the 2nd World War was very lonely and sad to be away from his family and home.
As the war still raged on in London this was a very dangerous time and place with Churches and most other social and public places either closed or destroyed. And so in spite of this, the young soldier organized amongst a few of his mates to go out on Christmas Eve and to make Christmas of whatever they found. Shortly after leaving their military compound they came across an old grey building with an affixed sign, which said, “Queen Anne’s Orphanage”.
This was perfect they all thought. The young men’s hearts pounded quickly and they gathered themselves and knocked on the door. The door slowly opened as a kind elderly woman cautiously emerged from behind…
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” . . . For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom . . .” – Matthew 24:7
The world has not changed for the better over the last 20 centuries. If the Lord’s timing is different than what many people think, it will not change for the better over the next 20 centuries. Society is, and will be, all that the Bible tells us that it is, and will be, and one of the things that the Lord Jesus told us in “bright red ink on bright white paper” is that prior to His return, that rising racial turmoil will be a hallmark of a hell bound society. He did not give it to us as a spiritual virtue either, He gave it to us as a sign and symptom of the season before He comes again.
I remember as a younger man reading the great Olivet Discourse with eagerness to see if I could see what no one could see, or had seen in over 2000 years. It never happened. What did happen was that when I came to verse 7 I would wonder if the Lord was just repeating Himself for effect when He spoke of “nation – nation – kingdom – kingdom.” Most people think of a “nation” and a “kingdom” as the same thing; but in fact they are not.
When we look behind the king’s English we find that the word for nation is the word “ethnos” in which we get our word, “ethnic” from. According to Dr. Strong the root and concept of this word is “race”. Now that being said, Jesus told us that “race would rise up against race” and that kingdom or country would rise up against country. This is not a flowering promise for people to embrace, it is a thorn for us to be aware of, and understand what it means. It means that things are happening (as always) just as Jesus said they would.
This prophecy is a pre-revelation of the sin in society as the world keeps on turning. And the bad news is it is going to get worse . . . before it gets better.
After reading through the happenings of the Missouri campus and listening to the talking heads the only thing I see and hear is a plethora of people who are totally confused about what to do, and have no idea about how to get a handle on it.
The fact is that every white man, and black man, and green, red, and blue man for that matter is depraved from the substance of their soul. The Biblical terminology is our “sin nature” – every man, woman, boy and girl has it. In the context of the Missouri problem, (whether we are talking about Ferguson, or the U of M) the depravity of man, and the spiritual ignorance of the lost has mixed together for a confusing chaos the Lord is not the author of.
There is no doubt that black people have suffered, and do suffer from the abuse of somewhite people. Only a fool denies that fact.
Neither is there any doubt that some black people are so saturated with an “entitlement” spirit and “victimhood” attitude that they think it’s morally wrong to be white.
Don’t misunderstand – there are “entitlement minded white people” as well as “abusive black people”but those are the predominant generalizations that exist in society right now.
One protester that I read of made the statement, “this is 2015, we should be past this.” I hope I don’t sound condescending when I say this, but what makes us think “2015” has anything to do with it. The Bible says there is nothing new under the sun. They could very well have said “It’s 1860 we should be past this.” They could have said, “It’s 1950 we should be past this.” Societies and civilizations do not “advance” with the passage of time, they digress. Admittedly, in many places the fellowship and friendship between the white man and the black man is much better in our generation than it was in the previous, at least on a social level. On many levels however what we are seeing in Missouri is not just about “black and white” it is about “conservative and liberal.”
The events that led to the conflict were purely a racial in nature. Some of the things that have come about since the President and other officials have stepped down, have divided people not necessarily along the racial divide, but along the conservative/liberal divide.
At the end of the day, things are happening as Jesus said they would. It is a tragedy, but it is the truth. There is only one thing that will change it, and the world does not want to hear it, or accept it. It is Jesus. When Jesus enters the heart of a man, the man changes. If the man doesn’t change, then Jesus didn’t come in. Jesus does not just come in to the heart of white men. Nor does He just change the hearts of black men. Jesus changes the hearts of lost men. Until the hearts are changed, the minds will never be convinced.
The problems in Missouri are unredeemed hearts, unBiblical thinking, and uninterested people. A good solid dose of repentance of sin, and faith in Jesus Christ is the only thing that will change anything, and therefore the only change worth making.