Whoopsie or Woopty

"Confuse the meaning of words and you can confuse the mind." - Vladimir Lenin

Remember, George Orwell once said, "If you want to know your future, think of a large boot stomping you into the ground." In the daily trials of life, just living, and we all say this to God real often, "Do my prayers mean anything?" We think with every newspaper headline, every news broadcast, how can things get any worse? Our national and personal financial condition, warfare in the Middle East, another global epidemic from Africa... this time Ebola. The almost daily encirclement of our ideas of decency and integrity by picayunes, low life people in high places.

Remember, when our Blessed Lord was on this Earth, God, Himself, who created the Earth and everything in it, as his feet nourished the dirt around the Sea of Galilee, one-third of the world's population were slaves and most of the people around him were ruled by hypocrites using the judgment of religious laws.

Even Satan told Jesus, that if He would bow down and worship him, that he would give him the entire world:

8 Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them;

9 And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.

10 Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve. (Matthew 4:8-10)

Jesus knew how to put Satan in his place. From the garden, when our ancestors, Adam and Eve chose the spirit of death instead of the spirit of life, Man has bowed down to Satan. We have bowed down to Satan in our homes by what we see (television, computers, and other technological advances), by what we hear (music with every vulgarity to which the demonic world admires), abusing our bodies with tattoos and piercings, our digestive-metabolic systems with every toxicity of man's composition, the usage of drugs, pornographic images, conversations with rotten language which children love to imitate. And then, we have the audacity to think and say, "Why does God allow bad things in the world?"

I remember one of my lawyers saying, almost in every sentence, "This is not a perfect world." He wanted to justify all injustice, criminality by imperfection. I remember one of my secretaries, every time she was corrected about anything, she would say, "I am not perfect." The fact that the world and everyone in it isn't perfect, doesn't satisfy-justify our doing the best of which we are capable. I have expressed more times than I can count, "You do the best with what you have." Everyone does not have a high I.Q., the most beautiful Rose comes from a thorn bush. The thorns do not lessen the beauty of the flower.

Would it not be wonderful if every human being had perfect features? What the world considers as beauty, good looks, is usually a matter of millimeters... the small or large distance between the eyes, the small or large length of the nose, the small or large proportions of the chin, and with most men and women, their hairline. Life is often measured with a second hand of the watch, a few seconds from or before a fatal crash. One's future is often measured by one or two numbers on a lottery ticket. A great piece of music is often judged successful by one or two notes, a book by a few choice words, a canvas painting by an unusual color or stroke combination.

103 Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:

3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;

4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;

From nothingness to somethingness, God created everything. IT IS HIS BUSINESS, none of our business, WHAT HE CHOOSES TO DO. Be thankful that he drew you to Him, chose you to honor and serve Him, without reservations, no questions asked, a free gift of love, a blank check.

I do not understand why some of us were born in poverty, not good-looking, not real smart, not real clever. The great consolation, the reason for my discipleship, he loved me anyway... with all my warts, scars, bitterness, imperfections.

Having traveled the world, I do not understand the inequities such as the dark-poor-undeveloped continent of Africa, with all its undeveloped resources, which is now coveted by the industrialized world. 300 years ago, the North American continent would have been coveted by an industrialized world... with all our natural resources, from shore to shore.

In that desert, in that temptation, Satan showed it to Jesus, a world of bounty (particularly America), fields of great crops, store shelves filled with food and other goods, technological conveniences to make living easy and yet Man, unlike the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32), has found he has a taste for hog slop, instead of the good food-redemption-forgiveness at his Father's house.