Back Woodsy

Back Woodsy

"Blessed [is] the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him" (James 1).

            For the thirteen thousand years of the history of the world, since its creation, everything has involved just one race, nation, the Jews. Just the last 2,000 years has involved the gentiles, the church. The average generation, 25 years. For the unbeliever-atheist-agnostic, 14 generations Abraham (first Jew) to David, 14 generations David to Babylonian captivity, 14 generations captivity to Jesus. The Bible so specific in ancestry, tribal numbers, mosaic law. Yet, everything about eternity is a mystery, everything about God is a mystery. Mere creatures do not have the ability to comprehend the sovereignty of God BUT would you worship a God you can completely understand?

            Always prickling my very existence how any mere mortals can refuse the GIFT of being able to claim a relationship with the creator of the universe: the Heavenly host, stars, galaxies, THE WORD, all available to one, all that power, just for believing in and serving the son of God...having within you the very mind of God.  "Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross" (Philippeans 2:5-8).

            Just think, joint heir with Jesus Christ, "And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with [him], that we may be also glorified together" (Romans 8:17). In many articles on the tree of this blog, I have shared with you remarkable people I have known who realize the magnificence of God's chief creation, the human being.

            This totally blind veteran, at one time of eight eye surgeries, (Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston), another doctor was placed in the room with me. This is the only REAL hospital I have ever known, did everything right. Such as placing doctors together, in my case, using a blind person to care for me. This doctor was born and raised Khayelitsha, shanty town on the edge of Cape Town, South Africa. Cape Town (I often compare this area to Sydney Australia and San Francisco California), beautiful, windy, on one stormy night, a fire swept through the entire slums. David's family was burned in their shanty. Only he, 17, escaped. Homeless, without family, he migrated to Durban on the east coast of South Africa. There, he found shelter at a mission. The missionaries quickly recognized his exceptionalism, bright mind, found lodging and schooling for him. Through the missionary foundation that had sent David Livingstone, medical missionary to Africa, he was sent to London where he studied medicine. There, he met and married the daughter of a missionary and when I met them they were living in Madrid, Spain. Over and over, "Dr. Morris, when you are in Madrid, you must visit us." And, so I was there and I did visit them. David was very bitter toward medicine, particularly the hypocrisy of socialized medicine in England (the dictum "do not harm" while actively doing little, well), children and old people dying. He compared the doctors in their white coats to the preachers in their white Roman collars, doctors in their white mask to robbers in their black mask...the harlotry of preachers pimping for money, the harlotry of physicians, pimps of big Pharma. So, he was involved in research which he desperately hoped would bring some help to the world. When I visited them in Madrid, my first experience eating squid.

            In the writers family, and I was born during the great depression, one cousin of my father lost his bank-home-everything. He and his wife had one child of their advanced years. I remember seeing him once with my cousin Rose, on which he had a crush, in uniform just before going overseas, at our church. By the way, Rose married another soldier, Colonel, both buried, Arlington.

            I was always interested in beautiful wood. The parents had lost all, retreated to an old hotel in Kenly, NC which they managed. The interior of the old hotel, beautiful carved wood. I saw my parents there visiting with them as they in inconsolable grief-heart broken, this young son killed almost over night after arriving. So young, so untrained in warfare and of course, WWII, bodies were not returned home. This old retired field grade officer will never forget his mother saying, "You know a private only received $21 a month. He would send me $2.10, his tithe for the church."

            In this writers lifetime I have seen supposedly great advances in health care, great advances in economics, education permitting more time for leisure. The youth of today can not imagine the hard work-hard times of their ancestors AND most do not take the time to care, know nothing of hardship. If it were not for tombstones in a graveyard their ancestors would be totally erased from their minds. Just as the baby boomers-youth of today, so busy with their Ipads-Iphones, the delirium of debt, entitlements, government subsidizing of the lifestyle of one half the population. We do not recognize our falling back into a neurosis-system-attitude of back woodsy-ness. Today's PHYSICIANS are little more than snake oil salesmen: an emaciated church, unconcerned health care workers. PREACHERS, a new better smelling version of "Elmer Gantry." 535 Washington POLITICIANS who make Al Capone look good. This writer can speak with conviction with his own experience in health care...my chief care because of prostate cancer, urology, leaving a nest of cancer cells after excision of prostate controlled by PROSTVAC, etc. One urologist gave me a sham (sticking the needle in you with nothing in the syringe, a fake inoculation). Perhaps the most debilitating practice ever seen in a office not in a corn field, handing each patient a cup for a urine sample when entering the office. Of course, they always tell you that your urinalysis in "fine" (it takes expertise and time for a urinalysis). I actually put some trash from my suit pocket in one cup and nothing was said, your urinalysis is "fine." A better name for those participating in government subsidized health care, "Medicare pickpockets."

            In one of my office building suits (14 rooms), I had a group of psychologists specializing in eating disorders. I am told that 9 out of 10 women with eating disorders can be traced directly to abortions. I DO NOT WANT ANY SO CALLED CHRISTIAN TELLING ME THAT HE OR SHE IS A DEMOCRAT, A CESSPOOL OF HOREDOM PROMOTING ABORTIONS, SAME SEX MARRIAGE. Much like a doctor professing to care for the health of patients assassinating the very ones paying them for a good lifestyle through chemicals and charlatan office practices and procedures. Are the words integrity-concern-shame victims of technology?