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			<title>Mother's Walk</title>
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			<description>










Of all the things I&amp;rsquo;ve ever had to do, this walk is the
hardest.  I have to watch my son be
beaten and tortured beyond belief and be rejected by the people who watched him
grow from a young child to a man, the same people who had patted him on the head
and slipped him sweet breads when he was younger.  I am helpless to help him, and I can only
watch in frustration and grief as he struggles with his last tasks&amp;hellip;

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			<category>Blog - Faith</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 09:32:06 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>TEMPTATION</title>
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			<description>










Based on Mark 4:1-11


I have been watching, and it is my time.  This Jesus, my enemy, has put himself in my
path and made himself available to me. 
Fool!  His pride will be his
downfall and my victory!  He is weak,
tired, and lonely, and my minions have spent the last forty days tweaking his
emotions and taunting him.  I have watched
him walk the desert, the stones cutting his feet and the sun burning his
skin.  He may be divine, but he is also
human.  His humanity will be the crack in his armor that I
need to bring him down.  FOOL!  He thinks that I have no power, but I
do!  And since he shares the essence of
humanity, when I bring him down I can take down the whole human race as well!  I am sure I can turn him to me in this
condition.  I can barely contain my glee!

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			<category>Blog - Faith</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 09:53:06 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Poem for Jan 22 2010</title>
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Today is the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade.  Again, my muse has called to me.  Unfortunately, I feel this work has been rushed due to my work schedule.  I don't know when I will be able to get back to it, so I am going to publish what I have and hope I can refine it later.  I don't want to leave this day with the image of the millions of babies, trying to make their way to Heaven after being rejected by their mothers.  The image of choirs of angels, swooping down to pick up the crying babies and carrying them to Heaven, was the image that came to my mind this morning.


 








See them marching Heaven-bound


Their little feet so tired from
walking,


See the babes not make a sound


Looking upward, never balking


When an angel to them swoops down.





Carrying the babes in their arms,


This legion of angels takes them nigh,


Covering them with angelic charms


And kissing them softly give a sigh,


Carrying them away from further harms.





As the babes are sweetly caressed,


Their fears and pains subside,


Gently to the angels' bosoms pressed,


Their tiny tears are dried.


Gone forever is their distress.





At the Gates they are set down,


Laid gently down in sight


Of the One with holy crown


Radiant with holy light,


He smiles and laughs and bends down.





Smiling, he embraces them one and all,


And waving, motions them in,


The babes, now smiling, heed the call,


And enter their new home without sin,


Into Heaven, smiling, they crawl.





 


 

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			<category>Blog - Faith</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 08:54:15 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Why Harry Reid, et al, Tick Me Off</title>
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			<description>




















Unless you have been living under a rock lately, you have heard the
brouhaha over a comment by Harry Reid, currently the ranking Democrat in the Senate.  In a recent book  titled Game Change authored by John
Heilemann and Mark Halprin, he was quoted as saying that voters would vote for
Obama because he was  light skinned,  and because he exhibited no
 Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one.   Most of the right-wing media has played this
up as a racist, offending comment, while the liberal media has said it is of no
consequence.  I suppose racism is in the
eye of the beholder. Obama has accepted Reid&amp;rsquo;s apology, and Reid is &amp;ndash; as the
liberals always do when they want to sweep something distasteful under the rug &amp;ndash;
&amp;ldquo;trying to move forward&amp;rdquo;.


 


Why am I upset?  I&amp;rsquo;m not upset at
the hypocrisy of the Democrats in how they treat their favored minorities.  I&amp;rsquo;m not upset at the &amp;ldquo;racism&amp;rdquo; of the comment.  I&amp;rsquo;m just more than a tad upset at the double
standard of the liberal media, for this case demonstrates most emphatically how
differently they treat a Republican vs. a Democrat when it comes to comments
such as these.  No, that&amp;rsquo;s not why I am
so upset.


 

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			<category>Blog - Politics</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 15:28:19 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>The Persecution of Jesus, through Erasmus' Eyes</title>
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			<description>










I have made it a practice to pray a rosary every day.  For those non-Catholics out there, the rosary
is a series of prayers, for which we use a string of beads to keep our place in
the process.  While praying these
prayers, we meditate upon a string of events in the life of Mary and
Jesus.  As we meditate, we come to more
full spiritual life.  Lately as I have
been praying the rosary, especially the sorrowful mysteries, a series of images
has been intruding during my prayers.  As
the words I write to illustrate these images and thoughts are not found
anywhere in the Bible, this is totally a work of fiction.  It is my verbal illustration of what might
have happened&amp;hellip;


 

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			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:15:26 +0100</pubDate>
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