Poison in the Well

“It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Source: http://fluoridealert.org/news/israel-outlaws-water-fluoridation/

The Jerusalem Post has reported [1] that Israel’s Minister of Health has not only ended mandatory fluoridation (as reported earlier) but has ended the practice altogether. Regulations allowing fluoridation in Israel were introduced in 1974, and made mandatory in 1998. New regulations, beginning August 26, will end fluoridation in Israel for 5.3 million residents, says Fluoride Action Network.

This decision will give a huge boost to the growing movement to end fluoridation worldwide. The newly formed Worldwide Alliance to End Fluoridation [2] with over 100 groups and a new campaign Parents Against Fluoridation [3] has attracted 2,000 new members. Over 150 communities have rejected the controversial practice since 2010 [4].

According to media reports [5] Health Minister German declared that scientific evidence showed that fluoride can damage health, is not effective, is a waste of money, and violates an individual’s freedom to regulate the amount of fluoride their children ingest.

When Minister German’s decision to end fluoridation was first announced it triggered a hostile personal campaign from proponents of fluoridation [6-8]. This in turn triggered worldwide support for the Minister’s position. On June 25, over 100 professionals signed an Open Letter supporting the Minister and challenged promoters to defend their position in open public debate [9]. No one in Israel accepted this challenge.

On August 15, Dr. Hardy Limeback, PhD, DDS, Professor emeritus of preventive dentistry (University of Toronto), sent a letter to Minister German. He wrote,

“I have looked at this from all angles and I have to conclude that fluoridated cities would save money on fluoridation costs, parents would save on costly dental bills treating dental fluorosis, dental decay rates would remain unchanged or even continue to decline (as has been demonstrated in many modern fluoridation cessation studies) and the health of city residents would improve when industrial waste products are no longer added to the drinking water (I find it absurd that the fluoride used to fluoridate drinking water is derived from industrial waste without purification, increasing carcinogenic heavy metal levels, such as arsenic and radionuclides, in the drinking water).”[10]

The Director of the Fluoride Action Network, Paul Connett, PhD added, “We congratulate Yael German for resisting the bullying tactics of fluoridation proponents. We would dearly like to see the same integrity from health officials in countries that continue this outdated, unethical and reckless practice.”

References:

1. Siegel-Itzkovich J. 2014. Health Minister German outlaws fluoridation of all tap water. The Jerusalem Post, August 17.

2. Worldwide Alliance to End Fluoridation

3. Parents Against Fluoridation

4. Fluoride Action Network. 2014. Communities that have rejected fluoridation since 2010.

5. Press report in Hebrew. 2013. April 30. http://www.ynet.co.il/articles/0,7340,L-4374000,00.html Translation of what the Health Minister said about her decision:

“My decision to stop fluoridation was because Israel fluoridated all the water for residential use. In fact, less than 2% of the water is used for drinking. Fluoridating the washing-machine water, dish-washer water, baths, toilets and gardening are actions without logic. Physicians told me that fluoridation can harm pregnant women, people who suffer from thyroid problems and the elderly. I was exposed to studies from the world that raise the suspicion that too much fluoride can harm teeth and bones. In the current state we receive fluoride from several sources: drinking water, toothpaste, cooking water, vegetables, and it is impossible to know what’s the dose we absorb. The WHO published a study, which shows that there is no difference between cavity levels in countries that fluoridate and do not fluoridate. Because of this, with all considerations and interests combined, I think that continuing massive fluoridation of 100% of the water was not right and many also think that it harms the basic rights and the freedom of choice.”

6. Siegel-Itzkovich J. 2014.Fluoridation to remain a local option. The Jerusalem Post, June 25.

7. Siegel-Itzkovich J. 2014. Backlash against Health Minister Yael German for her decision to stop fluoridation. The Jerusalem Post, June 23.

8. Tulchinsky T, Mann J, Sgan-Cohen H. 2013. Health Minister attacks dental health protection. The Jerusalem Post, May 19.

9. Fluoride Action Network. 2014. Open letter to Honorable Yael German, Minister of Health. June 25.

10. Limeback H. 2014. Letter to Yael German, Health Minister, Israel. August 15.

Addition Dr. Morris: 

One of this writers critics, in this small town, where I often speak on the radio, "I appreciate the opinions of Dr. Morris, but I don't agree with his attitude towards fluoride in the city water system." 

When I lectured to Army troops about caring for themselves, I often said, more important than your weapon or your food, your canteen. You can live quite a while without food but only a short time without water. Around 1945, because of the haranguing of the dental profession... supposedly trying to prevent tooth decay, many cities started putting fluoride in the municipal water systems. It has proved to be an insane, futile activity. Recently, some scientists have advocated putting statin drugs into the water systems. I still remember my old friend, Dr. Henry Stenhouse, retired Navy medical officer, who lived to be 100, declaring that putting poisons in anything did not improve one's health... think of old people-babies using water treated with fluoride. There is no proof that it helps anything. Fluoride is only beneficial, if it all, when used externally, not internally. Many citizens have awakened to the insane action of do-gooders. How could anyone in the health care professions, scientific community, even the public health S.S. troops, to say nothing of concerned parents, go along with this activity.

Now I'm not talking about the fact that I.Q.s have dropped 10% since the 1800's. I'm not talking about the often related history of the nazi's using fluoride to pacify people in the WWII concentration camps (this may be true or not true, the Jew's have never claimed it's truth). It is common sense, if nothing else, that the body needs pure unadulterated water. I know of nothing any worse for the human body than aspartame, normally found in diet drinks. Why compound-confuse your need for good health by ingesting poison?

This writer was raised in the country, on a dirt road, no power, phone or waterlines. When my relatives, aunts, uncles, cousins returned to the home place for a visit, THE FIRST PLACE they went was to the well because they so remembered the taste-wholesomeness of the water they drank as children.

When I was a boy, throughout the countryside were Sherman's monuments... brick chimneys still standing from which houses had been torched. The most wicked-evil thing Yankees afflicted on southerners, the pollution of their wells. My grandmother told me of how they camouflaged the wells because those "damn yankees" would throw a dog or a hog into the well so no one could use the well water.

On and Off Ramp, Narrow Way (Matthew 7:14)

13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:

14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Sermon on the Mount

In the Lewis Carroll classic, Alice in Wonderland, "It makes no difference what road you take, if you do not know where you are going."

This convicted-convinced Christian writer discovered long ago that more people are kept from the Kingdom by hypocrites-pretenders (those we find in air conditioned church pews which should be fox holes, places for doing battle for our Lord) than are led to the saving grace of Jesus through example and testimony. Christian faith is a verb, action based on belief, sustained by confidence. The saints described in Hebrews 10* were the pacemakers. For God to be God, he does not need anything, but before the foundation of the world he chose many of us to need him. AND, in a time of leisure-technology why does the church member find discipleship so difficult?

Again, this writer, born on a dirt road without power, phone, waterlines, knew from an ancestry seeped in a faith of dependence on God (dry years and wet years), that our Christian faith went unchallenged by education. We knew the wisdom of God was all sufficient. I still have, here in my house, the cast iron chimney-fireplace, cooking pot, brought over from England by my ancestors. Imagine, landing on shore in 1677 without anything. The first thing was to build a fireplace for warmth and cooking with shelter around it. They had a faith not only to die with, but live for. Their hands and feet were on this earth with all its problems but their hearts were in heaven. They relied on the promises of God, their citizenship was in heaven, they were just passing through (Philippians 3:20). I was raised with the values of God, family, country, graduating from a small country school, thirteen in my graduating class. God blessed me through eight years of University education which I paid for through my own hard work. God sent me to a war and I came back totally blind, but he wanted me to sense the world... it's sounds and smells (Dr. Morris is a totally blind, medical officer veteran of the Korean War era, has made eight around the world trips, passport stamped in 157 countries). I attended services in a brush-arbor under a church where the roof was being replaced, Africa, a catholic shelter on Easter Island, christian services in a cave in India. I knew the thrill of southern baptists' services at First Baptist Chapel Hill, Bellevue Baptist Memphis. God was, then and now, in all places, all times, my constant companion. I have known for a very long time that there is much wrong in a world of religiosity-false religions-lukewarm belief systems, for one who has seen the pornography of Hindu temples, the religiosity of European cathedrals, I just want the old hymns, the old messages of sins ruin and Christ's redemption. I just want God's message of redemption preached to the world, the only hope of the world.

For many years, I lived at my beach house (Wrightsville Beach, NC, five miles from Wilmington, NC) attending a church pastored by Ben Lacey Rose. Then I started living in my townhouse. First Baptist, Wilmington, was close enough for me to walk (five blocks). I will not go into details, but it was so obvious that this was a modernist Baptist charade. I was a member there for 25 years, never knew the Baptistry to be used once. One morning, God said to me as plain as anything, "Why do you keep going there?" I never went back into the building, not even for the funeral of a friend. The pastor I had known there for so long, had left town with a girl about the age of his daughter.

Recently, my only child, my son, a Ph. D seminary professor, his family former SBC missionaries, sent me a write up from the present day pastor (the article titled, "Real or imagined, persecution appears to part of Christian DNA" can be found on my facebook page). I do not know Dr. Cook, the current pastor, personally (there are twenty ministerial and support staff members at FBC-Wilmington according to their web page). Dr. Cook, VP of CBF, Cooperative Baptist Fellowship, closed the article with the following statements: 

"Cook, currently moderator-elect of the CBF, said he can identify with that after growing up amid the denominational battles that led to the migration of liberals and moderates from the SBC. He watched his father, then an official with the Baptist Sunday School Board (now LifeWay Christian Resources), go through the roller coaster of job insecurity for years. This along with political upheaval at seminaries predisposed him toward a conflict-driven spirituality. “I would say I spent the better part of my last years in college and first years in seminary looking for that controversy — going and looking for that fight — because I wanted to be in it,” Cook said. But seeing how toxic that was for him, spiritually, led him to turn away from those battles. As he moved into a calmer faith, Cook said he saw how damaging his prior persecution complex had been to his relationship with God. One result was to notice the genuine suffering of others, he said. “Finally, I got to see how foolish it was to see myself as persecuted compared to other Christians globally,” Cook said.

I hope church members at FBC-Wilmington have learned the necessity of keeping as many people out of hell as possible. The futility of pretending, the false thrill of the counterfeit.

Only those who have never known warfare enjoy fireworks. Only those who have never known real taste appreciate the fakery of flavorings. Only those who have never known the despair-discouragement of sin can know the joy of redemption... salvation by faith through grace, the free gift of God. 

Hebrews 11:25

25 Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season;

Nothing makes Satan happier than to sabotage real Christianity, to sell make-believe, to turn reality into perception. It is not the denomination, the building, any of the things that Madison Avenue has convinced the world is important. Christianity is not complicated, just tough.

Please Help The Blind To See

The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox

 A woman was waiting at an airport one night

With several long hours before her flight

She hunted for a book in the airport shop

Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see

That the man beside her as bold as could be

Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between

Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She munched cookies and watched the clock

As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock

She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by

Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye"

With each cookie she took he took one too

And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do

With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh

He took the last cookie and broke it in half

He offered her half as he ate the other

She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother

This guy has some nerve and he's also rude

Why he didn't even show any gratitude"

She had never known when she had been so galled

And sighed with relief when her flight was called

She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate

Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat

Then sought her book which was almost complete

As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise

There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes

"If mine are here" she moaned with despair

"Then the others were his and he tried to share"

"Too late to apologize she realized with grief"

That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.   

The closest the farmer is to his bush or vine, is when he prunes and cuts away and makes room for new growth. The closest our blessed Lord to us, when he prunes. As with the Cookie Thief, the hardest lesson in life, learning to trust. Walt Whitman, in his famous book, Leaves of Grass, "Every inch of life's experience is a miracle."

Age brings on its own luster, its own stars and scars. This writer asks everyday, "why can not people of normal intelligence see what is going on? Why are they so blinded to the realities of their lives?" The God who gave us life, gave us liberty. Truth is truth whether anyone believes it or not. John 8:32, "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."

This writer came from poverty, has never been comfortable at a country club. This writer is totally blind, has never known the intrigue or the excitement of the golf course. BUT, we are not stuck where we start, AND, God has given to each of us who he chose for physical life an eternal life with him. With nominal intelligence, hard work with responsible living the opportunity to accomplish anything that any other person can accomplish. God's greatest gift to man is free will. We are not automatons, robots. We have his divine nature to think. We often forget that we are made in his image. Our first parents, Adam and Eve, chose the spirit of death instead of the spirit of life. God put on his own son, a tent of human flesh and we have the ability to gain the righteousness of Jesus Christ through the simple gift of believing in him. Rebirth by his righteousness we claim his holiness and his healing.

Why are Christians so blind to the healing power of Jesus. The prophet Isaiah, the old Testament, looking ahead, proclaimed, "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5). The disciple Peter, New Testament, looking back, said "Who his own self bare out sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed." With the problems of sickness in America (in my lifetime, one who has studied healthcare, more schools, more medical scientists, more drugs-therapy, more money spent on sick care than the entire world combined, still more sick people) we must learn to care for ourselves. Western medicine no longer talks of cures, only treatments. The great physician has the ability to cure, ANYTHING. We face diseases, such as Ebola, no cause no cure. Can we even imagine what can happen in this world IF such microbiology escapes? We know that our enemies are creating, arming, viruses. Check out those who treat you. Is your doctor a dunce or a dynamo? Does his treatment just consist of making big pharma and himself richer? Does your doctor talk to you about your diet, rest and exercise? It has been a long time since my doctor has asked me about my food intake.You must detoxify or die. Americans are the most toxic people in history. Our ancestors worked and sweated, they knew the importance of eating correctly, getting rid of the toxins.

This writer, health scientist, world traveler, one who is totally committed to the cause of Christ, finds great fault with evangelical denominations. We have too many young people blind to their faith... they do not know what they believe... cannot defend their beliefs. Evangelicals such as Baptists, need to teach a catechism in their churches (a catechism, is a summary or exposition of doctrine and served as a learning introduction to the Sacraments traditionally used in catechesis, or Christian religious teaching of children and adult converts.) Are pastors, church members, so blind that they cannot understand that young people leave the church because they are not convinced or committed. I understand that each year, thousands of evangelical churches just close down.

I have made my living for many years, (I am blind I can no longer practice) buying and selling... real estate, stocks. My daily activities are caught up buying and selling items online (eBay, Amazon, antiques, books, records, etc.). The most genuinely nice people I have ever met in my life, I meet at the marketplace (yard sales, auctions, stock and realty brokers). Much to my sorrow, and I'm sorry to report this to you, most do not attend any church. I have also found, much to my sorrow, that sellers have little regard for ancestry, they do not hesitate one minute to sell personal items owned by family members. They do not treasure old photographs, old keepsakes. I have photographs of ancestors receiving military decorations such as the silver star. Their ancestors mean nothing to them. No more than great grandmothers china, silverware, jewelry. HAVE WE REACHED THAT PLACE IN OUR MARVELOUS HERITAGE OF CHRISTIAN REDEMPTION, THE FAMILY CHURCH-GRAVEYARD-HOME PLACE, HAVE WE BECOME BLIND TO EVERYTHING THAT SHOULD BE IMPORTANT IN LIFE. The 126,000 of my fellow veterans who are buried on foreign soil, the 225,000 fellow veterans buried in Arlington Cemetery, our ancestors who worked, sweated, endured every burden living has to offer, to give us this final product, deserve better.

Idles, Idols, and Minds

1	Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise, Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
2	Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love; Take my feet and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee, Swift and beautiful for Thee.
3	Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King; Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee, Filled with messages from Thee.
4	Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold; Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose, Every power as Thou shalt choose.

Beware of the person who walks without a limp, God keep me from those who have never had a problem, never had temptation. True nobility is not being better than others but being better than I was at one time in my life.

A slogan we have all heard on the radio, product of the United Negro College Fund, "A mind is a terrible thing to waste."

The field of psychology was discovered in my lifetime, studying the mind. The crowning glory of genus Homo, the human being, his nervous system, his mind, his ability to think. Other animals are far superior in other ways, the cat has a far superior muscular system, the dog a much superior olfactory system (smell), the equine-bovine a much superior digestive system, birds have far superior eyes. Man is the only animal who can blush-laugh, and knows that he is going to die. In fact, in the butchering of animals such as cows and hogs, they pay little attention to one of their fellow members being killed, laying on the ground, just keep eating. No psychiatrist-psychologist has ever been able to define-determine-describe how it is that the same episode of cruelty or happiness can so differently affect different minds.

This world traveler aghast-amused-astonished at the actions in many areas of the world by my fellow man, and yet, I knew that their minds were not idle, that they were filled with something. I still cannot understand how a mind constrained and controlled with empathy towards others such as in a nursery, such as in a hospital room, such as in a facility for learning, could and can change to facilitate horrors such as we find in warfare. I still cannot understand how a mind that can create and appreciate the marvelous brushstrokes of the artist-hands of the musician can drift into the incomprehensible ugliness of pornography. Only when you read an author who has the ability to assimilate words do you understand that one who can create words of beauty can likewise create words of ugliness.

This writer has never been bored one minute in his entire life. I could always spend my time thinking about something, if nothing else, daydreaming. The Christian spends time in his mind praying, repeating scriptures he has memorized. One of the blessings of the worship service, learning the old hymns. They will come back into your mind many times, when you need them most. 

One of the greatest wastes in the human mind is the time we spend in our "idol" worship. I have known men who talk about nothing but sports... knew little of anything else of importance, but could give you the batting averages of certain baseball stars-knew all the rosters of certain football teams. I have known young boys who could identify and talk about any automobile, others race car drivers and vehicles. Some girls place all their attention on screen-television idols. And, as important as it is to make money and have some degree of financial success, some men must learn that there are things in this world more important other than "shares" and the constant barrage of all commercial activity, profit making. The farmer just wants to harvest another good crop, the industrialist, another good sales season. We live in a world of counting numbers, instead of making numbers count.

In a world of political correctness, when the line has been so smudged between right and wrong, do we actually believe that God will help us overcome our debauchery? For one thousand years, the Roman Empire was seething in evil, evil of every type. This writer, standing in the great Pantheon, almost two thousand years after it was built, the Pantheon's dome is still the world's largest unreinforced concrete dome, large opening at the top for smoke from the sacrifices of animals to escape, visiting the areas where Christians were put to death, I realized just how far mankind can sink into the blackness of evil. But, Constantine became emperor. Crosses were placed on the shields of Roman soldiers, Rome became Christian. When you visit Vatican City, St. Peters with all its warts, you know the fact, not feeling, of Christianity. 

Those who have made inquiry, perhaps even many of us, determine that there are five main regrets of the dying. Firstly, I wish I had the courage to have lived the life I knew I should have lived, leaving off all those sins which I thought were so wonderful at the time, but which now mean nothing. Secondly, I wish I had not worked so hard, put work before my family, friends, even my relationship with Christ. Thirdly, I wish I had often expressed my real feelings instead of being tolerant, expedient, protective. It is hard to realize many I knew, and many I did not know, family-friends-acquaintances went to hell because I was afraid or reluctant to talk with them about their soul and most of all to live my faith in all its holiness. Fourthly, I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. Even Mark Twain said, "Friendships must be kept in repair." I was so close to so many at one time in my life and then lost contact. Realizing this, I placed a call to my best friend at the University, one of the worlds best known medical scientists. His assistant told me that he was busy and did not have time to talk to me. I realized that he did not remember who I was... through my own neglect of him. Fifth, I wish I had allowed myself to be happier, less hard on myself. I wish I had eaten more of the food I liked that I had considered too expensive, worn more comfortable-expensive shoes. I wish I had given littler care or consideration to "what people think," I wish I had been more careful in not caring what people think of me but more care in what God knows about me.

The Glue That Binds

Proverbs 3:5-6King James Version (KJV)

5 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

We have reached the place in this country where you cannot trust anything at any time. If you are going to survive, you must learn to get along on your own. There are government agencies, under the guise of climate change, that are attempting to eliminate all energy sources. When all grids and energy sources are eliminated people will starve. Anyone with an IQ above room temperature should be able to ascertain what is going on... bringing more and more people into urban areas living in government controlled or subsidized housing; frustrating people who live in rural areas with every type of regulation-license-permit one can imagine.

We are living in a world of us and them. There was a time when law enforcement and government supported the citizens. Indolent-indifferent bureaucrats and politicians who support and control all government have effectively made themselves enemies of citizens. Citizens pay the taxes to support the indifference. Have you noticed that when you go to a government agency of any type you are considered an outsider-pest-peon? Have you noticed the bullying attitude of law enforcement? If a totally blind 100% disabled service connected medical officer veteran has such a low attitude of law enforcement-bureaucrats-politicians what can you expect from our youth, who are in the travail of dependence of the world, attempting to get started in life, having to depend on the "help and guidance" of government.

The reality of what I have just described was stamped on me with indelible ink just a few years ago. One morning, my driver, Joe Rush, who still drives for me had come to my house to take me to the grocery store. My car stays parked just a few feet from my backdoor in a handicapped parking space. I leave the backdoor, walk down a cement walk to the car. For many years, because of my blind-cancer condition, I seldom leave the house. That day, on returning to the house, I found that my backdoor had been opened by someone. I have made it a practice over many years to be the last one to leave the house, regardless of who it is, employees or friends. I know it is easy to break into a house but I always lock things.

It scared me to death but I was almost knocked down by two police officers ready to exit my backdoor, a male and female. I said, "What are you doing in my house?" Joe Rush, behind me, carrying bags of groceries said, "This man is a blind veteran." One officer said, "We know he is a veteran, he has a uniform hanging in his closet with insignias and decorations." (I had kept one uniform in which to be buried. Since that time, I have decided I want no burial at all... just cremation. I do not want a government that thinks so little of me that its law enforcement officers will break in my house, to spend one dime on my death.) The only excuse the police could give for the invasion of my home was, "We were here to check on you." Strange that they had never checked on me before or since. I am convinced that they had invaded my house looking around trying to find something with which to embarrass me since I have been such an outspoken antagonist of government on local radio. It was an insult to this veteran-citizen and should be an embarrassment to everyone reading this that no one notified about this intrusion was concerned... police chief, mayor, state senator etc. They were all notified. One would think that some of my friends would have complained. In a land of entitlements, where everyone is afraid to jeopardize their benefits (50% of population receives government benefits of some type) no one wants to get involved because it is not politically correct to challenge any aspect of government, "You can not fight city hall."

There was a time you could write your congressman or local legislative representatives about anything and expect some type of response. Now, like big industry, you rarely get a response to anything because once they respond it means they got your letter-email-telephone call and THEY become involved-responsible. When you write a letter about defective merchandise, insolent employees, there is no response. I have advised many young couples to escape the city (in my youth nearly 50% of the population lived on farms, now it is 1%) and move to the countryside where your children can play outside in fresh air (not the polluted air of the city with its smog, exhaust fumes.) Move to the country where you can have well water (not water contaminated with poisons, chloride-fluoride, the poisons the Nazis used to control-inhibit Germans during World War II.) Move to the country where you can grow some fresh vegetables, perhaps have some chickens. 95% of all children are nutritionally deficient because of processed foods such as that found in fast food places (I do not fuss too much about fast food, because this is about the only type of restaurants most people can afford to eat.) Move to the country where you are no besieged by the world of plastics. Leeching plastics covering every food in a grocery store. We know that the chemicals leeched from plastics are cancerous yet at the grocery store your meats and everything else are covered with plastic. Think about this when you want to drink water from a plastic bottle. When you want to give your baby milk from a plastic bottle. When you drink hot drinks from a plastic cup.

I am old enough to remember the first plastic. You see we knew real paper cups-paper plates, then came plastics, first just covering for dry cleaning now, your entire world is polluted by plastic... car seats, furniture, clothing, storage. Is it so hard to store your food in a refrigerator in a glass container?

This old blind man remembers well the time that human beings were bound with the glue of concern. Concern at the church house (souls and characters of people), concerns at the school house (learning and development of children), concerns at the court house (equal justice). American people were bound with the glue of integrity, absolutes of right and wrong, and also of freedoms... freedom of speech, worship and freedom from want and fear. Character determines destination. Do we, as a nation, have the character of determination?

Enigma of Potentials

The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.

Confucius

The Christian offers to God every thing about life, even his sicknesses and failures. God chooses the cross that we must bear. There is no such thing as a maverick molecule... everything has a purpose.

My first day on the staff of the Army hospital at Fort McClellan, Alabama, of course I was living in the hospital Bachelors Officers Quarters (BOQ). The male officers were on one side of the hospital, the female officers on the other. This was before the time of political correctness, "ask don't tell", anything goes, if it feels good do it. When I was a military officer, we were gentlemen.

Duty officers "hung out" at the BOQ. This was just after the Korean War and television was a new thing. If one of the officers were needed at one of the clinics or wards, NCO's on duty knew where to find him.

The first night, David, an officer exactly my age, the obstetrician at the hospital (We were born on the same day September 17, 1930) asked me if I wanted to go to the operating room where he was going to do a caesarian section. I have never seen a caesarian birth, so I went along, gowned and gloved... just to observe. A beautiful baby was born.

The next night, same inquiry, only another obstetrician, and I went along. This time, and I did not have an inkling of what was happening beforehand, an abortion was performed. I stood there in shock as I saw that small baby, those little hands-little feet, removed from the inside of the mother. Sickened, I left the operating room. Later, the surgeon, baby-killer, as he ate a sandwich, said to me, "what happened to you?" I said to him, "never mention that scene to me again". He said, "The woman's husband was killed in Korea, she is a mental mess with several children she is already trying to raise, she did not need another child." I said to him, "did you advise her to let a childless couple adopt this baby who may have had great potential... a doctor, scientist, priest or pope. Even a loving mother or father." But, you see, these words meant nothing to him. BECAUSE, like so many who do not believe in the sovereignty of God, he, though breathing, was already dead.

In associating with unbelievers, from one side of the world to the other (Dr. Morris' passport has been stamped in 157 countries. Has traveled every continent, eight around the world trips) I have found that the unbeliever is soulless, already believes he is dead, as far as the enigmatic potential of life is concerned. Simply because he can not understand the omnipotence-omniscience-omnipresence of God. He sinks and shrinks into his own wisdom. The potential of eternal life in heaven is a travesty of rebellion to the unbeliever. He certainly does not fear the consequences of hell.

This world traveler found that among pagans and false religions, there is no basis of hope. Even America, with all its promises, life is too often defined by lack of money. It is from the poorest families, that the giants of accomplishment have come. It takes someone much smarter than me to look at a schoolyard full of children and predict the potentials of their lives. One man or woman plus god, and anything is possible.

This writer was a young man, fresh from the army, asked by the local high school principal to assist in classes in the scientific fields... physics, biology, chemistry. I was well acquainted with most of the high school teachers. Fifty years ago, high school teachers stayed in schools and became institutions themselves.

One day, I was taking the mathematics teacher to the funeral of the father of our friend, the biology teacher. She was telling me about one male student who was a constant problem to her. "He is incorrigible, will spend most of his life in prison." The challenge was mine, I got to know the young man, gave him some encouragement from the rotten home into which he was born. He became a very fine student, onto college, and finally postmaster of the city. Even some teachers do not recognize the potentials of some students. It is the child, student who challenges you. The pesky one who asks questions whose questions and inquiries are directed correctly will excel not only in his further education but in the challenges of the vocations of life.

Dead soldiers can only offer their medals to a country, neighbors and even family who are in love with warfare. It is the old, worn out compromising men and women in politics who send right optimistic youth to the battle. They are too old to go to battle themselves, long ago forgot the art of detente. Lost the appreciation of potentials, just political men and women of destruction. We grieve the millions of innocent babies killed by the abortionists, but we grieve even more for the sons and daughters, fathers killed before their potentials of their life structure were realized.

Whether among the Inuit-Eskimos of the Canadian northwest territories, the children in the so-called "palaces" of communist China, the bright faces of black children in Africa, God's chief creation is always just waiting for development. It is so true that "the hand that rocks the cradle" rules the world. God gives every mother, at least the Christian mother, who would never destroy her own child before birth or after, a view down the road of development. From the genome of genus Homo, because we are made in the image of God, potentials from everything good can develop. Encouraging to every parent, pastor, physician, the knowledge that what you have given to others... helping to develop their potentials in every way is the only wealth we can transfer to our life after death.

I remember so well the city of Jericho, just sixteen miles from Jerusalem. It was there, that another blind man named Bartimaeus knew that Jesus was passing by, begged him to have mercy on him. Only Bartimaeus could understand blindness. Only dead people can really understand death. Only those who have experienced the new birth (born again, righteousness of Christ filling you with his spirit) can know the potential available, almost beyond comprehension from the creator of the Universe... the one who spoke and the world was formed.

Confused Affections

Trees

By: Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see 

A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 

And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 

Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree. 

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"Those who have no children, take pleasure in little dogs and cats."

People must have an object of affection, and if they have not something noble, they will accept something less. Just so, those who disdain to live for God, will live for their own bellies.

If we do not live in all seriousness for a noble object--the probability is that we shall trifle our lives away in doing nothing! Are we prepared for this? Will we be numbered with cat-worshipers and dog-adorers?

My God, save me from petty and paltry objects! Deliver me from worthless amusements and hobbies! May the objects of my life's pursuit be worthy of an immortal spirit, worthy of an heir of Heaven!

"Since, then, you have been raised with Christ--set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things!" Colossians 3:1-2 

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Addition Dr. Morris-

This writer is an old blind man, living alone. I'm sure that a pet would be great company to me. I never cared that much for cats, but I think I would like a dog.

I was raised on a dirt road, large, bleak tobacco farm. We had dogs as work animals. Back then, before the time of air conditioning, we slept with our windows open at night. I still sleep with my window open at night. There is nothing on this earth as unhealthy as sleeping in an air conditioned room.

I remember hearing those collie dogs patrolling the farm-home place at night. They would let us know if anything were out of order... a cow jumping a fence, a hog "rooting" under a fence. My parents never allowed a dog inside the house.

I remember, as if yesterday, when I realized the depth to which humanity had sunk in regard to animals. I saw this young mother walking down the street carrying a dog while dragging along her small child. The child was crying, wanting attention, she would hit the child every so often with her dog leash. I understand now many women actually push dogs around town in baby carriages or strollers. You see, you can hire someone to train a dog, it takes a mother and father's love to train a child.

I was sitting across the table, at a large civic club luncheon, local baptist pastor. He was talking or perhaps bragging about how much money he spent each year just on veterinarian bills for his dog... special food, care for his animal. I said to him, does not the bible refer to this as unnatural affection. Oh, if man could only take the first chapter of Romans out of the bible (Romans 1:25-32). There are many other scriptures regarding unnatural affections. This pastor never spoke to me again.

My father, dirt farmer-tax paying-god fearing leader in the community, never allowed us to pet farm animals because as he said, 'God put livestock on this Earth for a purpose... for eating not for petting.' Of course, in my world travels, I saw butchered dogs in food shops in Asia. We should learn, early in life, to keep everything in perspective, the knowledge that man is made in the image of God. That he expects us to love one another, that even the most innocent still in the womb, even the old and sick heading for the tomb. I have lectured about animals in the home in many places. I can think of nothing more unhealthy for your small child, toddler-crawling on the floor, than wall to wall carpet on which not only the pollution of shoe soles leave every type of bacteria
but animals, such as a dog, tracking his feet and behind all over the carpet or sofa and then your child exposed to these germs.

Basic Christianity

Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.

-1 John 3 King James Version (KJV)

Hudson Taylor, missionary to China, said that when he reached China he had only $0.87 in his pocket, but all the promises of God. One man plus God, and anything is possible. 

This writer, from the poverty of an eastern North Carolina tobacco farm, dirt road, no power, phone or water lines. From a small country school with thirteen in my graduating class, from the despair of years of poverty seen everywhere, particularly among the black people, tenant farmers, cotton mill workers, who found daily life a matter of survival... at the state university, matriculating with elitist students from prep schools and the hierarchical families of North Carolina. LBJ and his Great Society programs did not have an inkling about real poverty.

There are waterloos in quotes of every real human being. In this writers life, perhaps the times I received degrees from Universities, the time I was married to a woman who I thought was far different than she turned out to be, the time I became a commissioned military officer, the time I was told by a female doctor that I would never see again, the time I was called by a male doctor and told that I was a victim of cancer. Things that happen in your childhood and crucial episodes at other times in your life, are times from which you never recover.

When I arrived at the State University, I felt I had died and gone to heaven... a seeker of knowledge surrounded by so much knowledge. It was later that I had my waterloo experience with God. Looking back, religious experience from a fundamentalist church, where both my mother and father's parents and grandparents for many generations have attended, built in 1874, I felt I could depend on the promises of God. But, penniless and hungry, I was sitting on a stone fence just across from the university bell tower trying to reach a decision about returning home or staying in school. There was food at home, but retreating, I would never again have the opportunity to excel as a student, success as a man. Perhaps God had spoken to me before, but there was no doubt about that day. He said, "The medical school library in which you are working has large leather armchairs. Money falls out of pockets in those chairs." That night, after I had closed the library, I searched those chairs and found enough money to get me through until my next payday. 

In 1964, I read the Eric Berne book, "Games People Play". Too many people play games with God. In a world of deceptions, pretentiousness, technological devices, too many of our fellow citizens pretend to be religious as well as patriotic. We know full well that even the fear of hell converts very few of these pretenders. We know full well that even the fear of losing the promises of our country's constitution affects most citizens who even hang out the flag and pledge allegiance, who even attend church and recite creeds.

Now, in the sunset years of my life, I look back knowing that very few Christians know the basics of Christlike. In fact, making it a practice to attend Christian churches all over the world having been active in both large and small congregations. Most church members do not choose to be different from non-believers. Most of us want to act, dress, talk like those in our midst who are unbelievers. It is hard to separate ourselves from sins of pride, anger, laziness, lustfulness, envy and even, in many cases, gluttony. We like to eat the wrong things too... and too much of it. More people dig their grave with a fork than smoke or drink their way into it. Evangelical Christians are known for their meals, and there is nothing wrong as I can find, with Christian fellowship at the eating table. It makes me joyful to believe that our blessed lord enjoyed eating food at that small home in Bethany with Mary and Lazarus. It saddens me to know, that too many church members, don't participate at the Lord's table... the one place he told us to remember him... bread representing his body and healing, wine representing his blood and forgiveness. 

Perhaps I am wrong, I speak as a redeemed sinner but I honestly believe that the greatest hindrance to God's work is church members who are ashamed to profess what they are supposed to possess. I truly believe that most of us, chosen-elected, keep more people from the church by our hypocritical living than can be led there by their wanting to follow our example. There is no happiness in wrongness, but real joy in genuineness. Reverend Jackson was in my house involving a business transaction. He said, "Dr., before I was saved, I was a wicked sinner, now, I want to be a much greater Christian than I was a sinner." The transformed Christian (2 Corinthians 5:17) is a new creation. All things are become new.

The Christian will not support wickedness is government. I personally blame America's two largest denominations, the Roman Catholic and Southern Baptist for the administration in Washington, D.C. These two denominations, their memberships had the voting power to keep Barrack Hussein Obama out of office, the first time and certainly the second time. Anyone with an IQ above room temperature could have evaluated what this man and what his ilk were all about... abortion, gay agenda, support of the Muslim world. The evils of the Obama administration are beyond comprehension, not only affecting America but the entire world. We could make a long list, the total lack of decency for everything noble in the world. Just think, all USA military uniforms and even McDonalds uniforms manufactured by slave labor in foreign countries. This writer saw the slave labor in China, children at machines. This writer has traveled the entire world, every continent, every land-every culture, children having a mother and father. Everywhere I have traveled, I heard children speak of momma and poppa. It has always been that way. God established the family, mother and father. When the Spanish conquistadors landed in South America, the children ran screaming calling for momma and poppa. Every child deserves to know his biological parents. One is very blessed to have knowledge of grandparents. Like a serpent shedding his skin, America has shed its skin of education and sophistication to claim, in the name of political correctness, and attracting the votes of the heathen, repudiation for the family. Nothing could be more anti-social, anti-Christ, than same sex marriage. I blame the Christian church for allowing this worse-than-heathenism to advance, because in my travels I have found that the heathen and those of false religions still believe in fathers and mothers and the ritual of marriage. 

The Christian should rejoice in not being a pretender, should have joy in the promises of God. The Christians should rejoice in knowing the Christian life is eternal life and take sorrow in knowing that for the unbeliever today is the best its going to get for them. Everything is downhill the rest of their natural clinical lives.