#1911 Whistling Past the Graveyard

#1911

Whistling Past the Graveyard

JC Creed The Jaycee Creed We Believe: That faith in God gives meaning and purpose to human life; That the brotherhood of man transcends the sovereignty of nations; That economic justice can best be won by free men through free enterprise; That Government should be of laws rather than of men; That earth's great treasure lies in human personality; And that service to humanity is the best work of life! 

Every living organism, plant or animal, as natural as rust, eventually dies.  The one exception, in all human experience, the soul, created by God when God created man, will never die, and, those souls who in genus homo who took flight at clinical death, live in splendor forever.  For that limited number, who while alive on this earth, enjoy the blessings of God...family, good health, fair income, the joy of living among others...in spite of everything, in the eternal peace of Heaven, as much as they love their loved ones and their life here on earth, would never choose to return. 

This writer, a sinner saved by grace, with all my warts, and sinful mistakes, and, in spite of the fact that God chose me to live a life of disability among my many activities, was a member of the Jaycees (Junior Chamber of Commerce).  I was NC "Young Man of the Year", Jaycees, 1968.  My Christian activities came first, but then, in my secular activities came my interest in and devotion to my country as an Army military officer and member of many civic groups, such as the Jaycees. 

What bothers me most about Christian-church activity...worship in giving our money-singing God's praises-listening to God's messages from God's messenger and even the activities which go on outside the edifice is the fact, and it is a fact, not a feeling, that most church members, or at least people who choose to attend church and pretend to at least go through the motions have no earthly idea about the vast number of people outside the doors-outside those beautiful stained glass windows.  Does it ever occur to you what the unsaved-unbelievers actually think those powdered and perfumed people who sit on cushioned pews are dong and thinking inside that building?  What makes the person on the outside looking in different from those on the inside looking out? 

IF those on the inside, those who believe in sin's ruin and Christ's redemption, those who believe that your friends-family-associates will spend eternity in Hell if they have not been covered by the precious blood of Jesus when they die, they would be on the outside doing whatever is necessary to get, at least their own family, covered under the mantle of Christ's redemptive righteousness.  A family has REAL reason to grieve, at the funeral of a deceased family member IF they actually believe that anyone not saved at death will spend eternity in Hell.  Jesus talked more about Hell than Heaven...it is real.  He was with his father when the universe and everything in it was created.  As one who has spent most of his life in the solitary confinement of blindness-blackness, it is hard for me to believe that anyone would want to spend eternity in such a place...alone...in blackness...not  knowing anything but eternal horror.  (What the Bible describes as torment.) 

We can whistle by the graveyard if we like, thinking there is nothing to it, that death is just "something" that happens to everyone, including their pets, including their car-refrigerator.  That everything just gives out: that these church people praying is just a matter of wanting to attract help in a time of need, just a bellhop God.  We can believe that at clinical death, our bodies disposed of one way or another, we just become fertilizer for tree growth.  Or perhaps burial at sea, fish food.  Our actions here on Earth, while we're among those who are already the walking dead, and anyone is walking dead whose sins have not been covered by Jesus, who has not been born again as a new creation, and that is so many, we learn much about ourselves, as we learn about the unconcern of them. 

One of my friends works with a local law enforcement sheriff's department, our nation has become too politically correct, too liberal, and too psychologically content, to let the public know just what goes on in our time...the 21st century.  She told me this morning about parents who were arrested last night for cooking meth (methamphetamine) in their own house, which happened to be a mobile home.  Cops usually locate these meth labs, and there are so many of them, just from the smell.  A neighbor, walking her dog, had noticed the smell and reported it to enforcement.  In the filth of the mobile home, where the meth lab was in full operation, by two biracial people, many faceted criminal careers, were three small children...undiapered for days, living in filth, not washed or fed for a long time.  This is just one case she has related to me.  Again, last night, one man caught breaking into a house, running, climbing a tree, forced down so the taxpayers will support he and his family for a long time.  You see, one perversion of humanity after another, the prisons full, our country bound with a twenty trillion dollar debt just taking care of the nation's sins and to think, God created this world and everything in it, beauty beyond human comprehension (could the mind of a man design a rose), mind over matter, the sovereignty of God providing us with all the absolutes of right and wrong.  Why does not the acute minds of reporters tell the world about what is happening...why we can expect children to falter and fall because of their exposures?  It amazes me that most children turn out as well as they do, considering what they are up against, even in their own home: to say nothing about the Godless schoolhouses: Godless places of recreation: even the Godless church houses (where pastors and preachers are more intent on keeping people happy than exposing the reality of this world and the world to come). 

When you reach my age, 86 plus, most ambitious activity is over, just memories hanging on, thank God for beautiful memories: good times, good friends, good food, the loving kindness of God which is better than life.  (Psalms 63:3)  If not before, in your younger days, filled with energy, everyday should be eventful with God.  When I was young, energetic, though sightless, I still thought I could make a difference, I jumped on every white horse which I thought would help me help others.  I have found, much to my sorrow, that it works both ways; those in trouble must want help and be willing to help self.  Many years ago, I had a friend drive me to a county prison camp, it was on a Sunday afternoon, my mission was to leave Christian reading material for the prisoners.  Around the fenced in area, and Sunday was visitation day, prisoners stood and talked, through the fence to parents-wives-children who had come to visit them.  Of course, guards were watching everything but I noticed pieces of cake or a biscuit grabbed eagerly by a prisoner from a hand of a mother.  I thought if one fenced in for crimes against his neighbors cannot be changed by seeing on the other side of the fence the love and concern of parents, wives, or children than all the rehabilitation in the world will make no difference.  We are witnessing an indifferent world that has not learned this lesson on any level.