"But I don't know
why they say grown men don't cry
I don't know why they say grown men don't cry, don't cry
I'm sittin' here with my kids and my wife
And everything that I hold dear in my life
We say grace and thank the Lord
Got so much to be thankful for
Then it's up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
"I haven't had my story yet."
And everything weighin' on my mind disappears just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
"I Love You Dad"
I don't know why they say grown men don't cry, don't cry
I'm sittin' here with my kids and my wife
And everything that I hold dear in my life
We say grace and thank the Lord
Got so much to be thankful for
Then it's up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
"I haven't had my story yet."
And everything weighin' on my mind disappears just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
"I Love You Dad"
~Tim McGraw~
In this day
of dry-eyed funerals, when even loved ones - family members are too
"politically correct" to show emotion, it is easy to understand in a
world of increasing insanity the actual cause for it all.
In the
reporting of news for any day, we wonder how things can get any crazier. Just
this week:
"Columbia Arrests Three
Fake Nuns With Drugs in Their Habits"
"Three
Ohio Women Found Alive After Being Missing for a Decade; Three Men
arrested"
"Three
State Dept. Whistleblowers to Testify at Benghazi
Hearing"
This writer
considers himself a real, grown man. Totally blind, 100 percent disabled,
service connected medical officer veteran of the Korean war era. Realizing what is happening to my country,
how could any man with good sense not cry?
The
shortest verse of scripture in the bible is "Jesus wept." (John
11:35). Before he was to drag his cross through the streets of Jerusalem, he wept. "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and
stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her
wings, and ye would not!" (Luke
13:34)
It
is significant, at least to me, that the first man to share in the carrying of
Jesus' cross, Simon of Cyrene, (Matthew 27:32) was an African. In other articles, this writer has described
in detail, his many summers selling bibles door to door through the pocossins
(swamps of eastern North Carolina). Sixty years ago, it was the black churches which
preached and held on to Christian principals, their faith, the most important
thing they posess. Today, black liberation theology. fifty-two percent of all
black babies are aborted, 72% of all black children from fatherless homes, 99%
of all black voters, voting for the most pro-abortion, pro same sex marriage,
pro welfare, than any other politician known to man. Everything in Saul Alinsky's 'Rules for
Radicals' and Karl Marx 'Communist Manifesto', are being established in this
nation. One black preacher told this
writer recently, "Blacks are still going to church 'just in case there's
something to it' ". The black
saints to whom I sold bibles and hymn books , which they cherished, would
certainly shed tears about the condition, not only of the stabilizing black
church, the necessitating black families of the past, but the general smear of
their kinsman redeemer, Jesus Christ; his bride, their church. The black church has become a political limb
of the democrat party. Who needs God
when you have the government.
The
greatest tragedy in the black church is the democrat-welfare party. Some people
just want someone to tell them what to do; to take their responsibility in the
life ordeal of living.
Genus
homo-sapiens (human beings) are the only animals who can see color (the bull
will charge a green flag as quick as a red flag), the only animal who can
smile, the only animal which aborts their young. Human beings are the only animals who cry (In
spite of the spoiled, bickering noises made by your dog).
Retired
Admiral, Alabama U.S. Senator, Prisoner of War Vietnam, (When Hell was in
Session), Jeremiah Denton, said tortured prisoners had a right to cry before
their captors and a right to cry before the sovereign God of the universe, who
had given them the privilege of suffering for their country. One of this writers best friends survived the
Baton Death March...the cruelty of the Japanese. Just recently, my uncle, a WWII veteran, died
two weeks after the death of his wife, my aunt.
They had been married 67 years. I
will never forget him telling me about his home sickness (the worst sickness in
the world) when, as an 18 year old farm boy, he had left home for the first time in his life, stationed in the
South Pacific. On every continent that
has suffered the destruction of war, this world traveler heard war survivors
talk of their fear, yet, worldwide, people are surprised at the neurosis of
parents and children subjected to the horrors of war. Bayonettes were used through WWII. Up close combat put human depravity as well
as human remorse into war. Dropping
bombs from unmanned drones, objective manipulators working from thousands of
miles away, do not hear the screams of children, the tears of parents. Does
anyone think for one minute that our finest (both young men and young women)
from sensitive homes - caring churches, could ever recover from their exposure
to the splattering of their friends by Improvised Explosive Devices (IED's).
There
would be an immediate - total economy collapse with a cure for cancer. The industrialized world, and certainly America, could
never survive the stoppage of greed both by politicians and the elitists. THE COLD HEART OF A BANKER IS NOT AFFECTED BY
TEARS.
The
child who has never seen the tears of a mother because of his or her misbehavior
is aiming for the slime pits of hell.
The child who has never seen tears of joy, happiness from proud parents
enjoying awards of excellence from their own children (academic - sports), even
grandchildren, know something of heaven while here on earth.
"Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy
book?" Psalm 56:8
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