Meditations of a christizen (christian-citizen)upon today's topics.
|I, Brother James, cultivated through my imagination and birthed via writing instruments (pen, laptop, etc) 'The Word Courier's Journal'. It is one of several literary efforts so conceived to include the "word", the mind altering, eye opening, life saving gospel of Jesus Christ into the every day conversation on those things deemed relevant to those readers who stumble upon this column. I and all other followers of the Lord are called to witness this message across the globe or at the very least to those around us. Jesus did say "Go therefore and teach all nations..." (see Matthew 28:19 KJV Holy Bible) Here lies a modest attempt to introduce the unknowing people to the Lord and immerse they who know Him in discussion with respect to His outlook on all that matters.|
|“Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your request be known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 KJV Holy Bible
I am still alive. Praise God! I don’t limit this sentiment to the pandemic we face. I am aware at 58 years on earth, that many people I’ve known born within five years of me (before and after) are deceased today. And this knowledge has been with me going back some 30 years.
A cousin and brother in-law have tested positive for covid-19 since the pandemic began. Both are essential workers who can’t work from home. Both survived. In addition, three more relatives have been required to quarantine at some point this year. To my knowledge my church family has remained safe from this disease.
Change in direction
The whole world should be thankful that Sen. Joe Biden is President Elect. America has learned (most of us anyway) that who we put in charge matters. I thank God first and voters next for sending Donald Trump back to private citizen status. Now, he can be charged for all manner of crimes and sent from the Whitehouse to the big house.
I normally publish ‘Word Courier’ entries on Friday mornings. However, I waited for a specific outcome before writing about this reason to be grateful. That is, I made sure the blessing took place first. It did: Iowa 26- Nebraska 20.
The Hawkeyes’ victory is our sixth straight in the annual Black Friday bash for the right to hoist the Heroes Trophy given to the game winner. I would be remiss not to thank God for my school’s safety in this crisis. However, the state of Iowa’s pandemic numbers is concerning.
I am thankful for our smaller version of the family gathering this year. I celebrated with four other people this year. Good eating, good conversation and good fellowship but less of us. For those we’re not with, keep in mind Covid-19 isn’t spread through phone lines.
We should realize by this time everything is not going back to normal again. And for that matter it should not. The world had much wrong with it entering 2020. This crisis gives us a chance to fix those ails in ways we may never thought of before. We must adapt and be thankful.
|I look forward to another "meeting" of our local writers’ group this Thursday. It will involve an at least a partial live element to it. Some among us (but not I) will meet live social distancing and masked as required. I’ll tune in on the zoom end.
A recent ‘Word Courier’ entry, “Magical Moment”, (Oct 16,2020) spoke of how I shined as the better half of a sousaphone playing duo opening my high school band’s performance at Disneyland. That moment doesn’t happen if not for a decision made while still a junior high student. It was then that I accepted my middle school music director’s invite to switch from trombone to tuba.
The second item on my writing group’s recent “10 Things People May Not Know About Me” assignment is about my junior high experience. It reads as follows:
“I reminisce about junior high days with much more affection than I do with high school. We had school dances, annual movie musicals and sports. A social studies class broadened my horizons by introducing me to “Current Events” magazine. The Patty Hearst drama, Vietnam and Watergate made their way to my mid “70s adolescent consciousness. Also, a favorite language arts teacher, MS McEwen assigned a term paper of sorts to my eighth-grade class. This awakened the writer in me.”
Unfortunately, for whatever reason the writer in me went into hibernation. I’m not sure exactly when. The burning to write is back with me now but oh how I wish that flame never extinguished
|Who matters. That’s not a question. It’s a statement. And, a statement of fact at that. We instinctively know that who is chosen to do anything of consequence is important. We understand this fact of life early on.
Youth at the local parks’ basketball courts get this. They choose teams among themselves based upon who can play best. When unfamiliar with other hoopsters’ abilities they select based upon who they expect to play the best. Once the games begin, they soon learn who helps them win (succeed) and who doesn’t.
As the young grow older the choice as to who grows in importance. For adults who is chosen for what can have life altering outcomes. Last week’s election demonstrated what kids in sandlots playgrounds and other play settings have already learned. Who matters.
The incumbent Republican , Donald Trump led a wearying spectacle of bizarre antics during his chaotic reign as P.O.T.U.S. (President of the United States) The most recent disaster was/is his mishandling of the Covid-19 virus pandemic. Voters turned out in record numbers to change course.
The congressional races fared better for the Republican party. Though still a minority, they actually gained seats in the House of Representatives. This implies that Donald Trump did not lose because of his republicaness for lack of a better word but rather due to his Trumpness. This was personnel. Voters rejected him not his party.
The Trump bluster succeeded in 2016 against Hillary Clinton. The same bravado failed versus Sen. Joe Biden. She stood on facts whereas “sleepy Joe” expressed his faith. Hillary crunched numbers whereas slow Joe communicated values. And most important, Hillary Clinton projected clever whereas Joe Biden promised contrast.
America’s national Democratic party is oft slow to apply the lesson that they should’ve learned as children. Winning elections is like winning on the playground. Who is selected for your team matters.