The Game is Over

Stupid people rob banks, run the risk of getting caught, stealing from old, bed-ridden people in nursing homes and shoplifting in the local stores.

            Smart people go to Harvard or Yale, attend expensive parties, daily networking, landing political jobs with government, or the banking profession so they can sell worthless derivatives.

            In my lifetime, the world has changed totally. Instead of realizing the opportunity afforded by this democratic republic, the thrill of entrepreneurship, the challenge of discovery. Two out of every three people are now welfare dependant. A national population of 320 million, 220 million depending on entitlements, one form or another (military-civil service retirement, social security, Medicare-Medicaid, government housing and assistance programs, college loans-grants, etc.)  It is very much like the cartoon of the two wolves and the sheep taking a vote to see what we are having for the next meal. There is no way on earth for the producers, the 50% who pay the taxes, to out vote the 50% and their liberal, "do-gooder," broadminded, liberal friends who got the idea somewhere that the world is an even playing field, fair, just one big commune where everyone lives positively-completely on the same level. There is no equality in God's book, the most racist, sexist, law book in existence.  Civilization-creation was not designed by Jehovah God that way. He established his rights, his parameters with one tree. He was, and is, boss.

            The unbelieving world is amazed at the brutality of the Old Testament. Why so much killing? Why so much blood? The truth is so simple, so much sin. Without the shedding of blood, no remission for sin (Leviticus 17:11, Hebrews 9:22). Ceremonial law of the Jews, sacrifices of unblemished animals, feasts, burnt offerings, New Testament, the supreme sacrifice of Jesus on the cross for the sin of the world, the shedding of his own precious blood.

            After every game, ball game, children's games, or adult card games, winners and losers. All joyful in the opportunity of participation, looking forward to the next challenge.

            This writer knew that the game was over, everyone losers, many years ago WHEN people decided to depend on government instead of God. Beginning in my lifetime, churches became country clubs with steeples, pretending, masquerade party. Doctors offices fill simple because they could go...government paying the bill. This blind writer, having lost his eyesight as a veteran, would ask his driver, "How many are waiting?" At any doctors office, any place of government spending for care or services of any type, the room always full- mostly people with white hair. Same at the church house, just people with white hair. School house, 1963 prayer taken from the classroom, 1973 abortion anytime, young people learned early to look to government instead of looking to God. Now, 21st century, the home decimated, same sex marriage, children kept in kennels as parents work several jobs to provide taxes for government programs. "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" (Eph 6:12). In wrestling, one combatant pins the other to the mat...winner-loser. There have not been many winners in my lifetime, constant losses. It has been a long time since my country won a war. Who of a communist-liberal mentality can say that mankind is winning anything with its battles with addiction, crime, economic stability? Would the most progressive predict that life in America or anywhere else in the world is getting better, happier? Many of us have been in battle with the forces of darkness our entire life. We just get tougher. The demons which attacked me 50 years ago would lose their teeth now. Old people get tired of the fight, not sorry to see the "shade pulled down," life's sunset. The fastest growing segment of the population, those over age 85, golden years when stress should be at a minimum. Most wind up in a government care facility "alone, uncared for, amid the throng of world disasters."

Crossing the Bar

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.