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Monopoly Money or
Parcheesi Dice
"It is not the
critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or
where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the
man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and
blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually
strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who
spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph
of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while
daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid
souls who neither know victory nor defeat. "- Theodore Roosevelt
Our world never fails to fascinate. No matter how many automobile accidents we go
by, we always think such will happen to someone else. Religion is always a value expression...Jewish-Christian-Muslim-Buddhist-etc. The Christian knows that his salvation is a
gift, good works, keeping laws: if the world could be saved by good
bookkeeping, we would worship Moses.
In the life of this totally blind writer, everyday is a
struggle and I often think I cannot take the solitary confinement of blackness
one more day. It is a fact that disabled
veterans do not live as well as the convicts in a prison. Beaten into submission by a bureaucracy of
incompetence, disabled veterans-handicapped citizens-the hardworking poor of
this world find some satisfaction in clipping coupons and buying needed things
from thrift stores.
Not only religion but blood, too, is a value
expression. The best example, paper
money is worth nothing; worth is found only in what backs it up. "For the life of flesh is in the
blood" (Leviticus 17:11) and all mankind, any nation-any race-any skin
color, finds honor in lineage of his blood.
It is a pitiful parent or child who does not honor his ancestry, his own
personal DNA, anyone of his trillions of cells that can reveal thousands of
pages about his own personal family, his own bloodline.
The Christian rejoices, in knowing his kinship-joint heir
with the son of God. The Christian is
embarrassed seeing the bride of the son of God, the church, being defrauded to
that of a whore. This
committed-concerned-convinced Christian becomes nauseated by "so-called"
pastors and pew warmers dragging Santa Claus into the Christian church
building: joining the world with the
spectacle of rabbits laying chocolate eggs at Easter. The twenty-first century believer, certainly
the millennials, like even the people of the Old Testament have trouble
comprehending that the blood of a goat or a dove can be considered a blood sacrifice
for sin. The Christian, however, knows
about the blood of the lamb, knows about the first Passover, when the blood of
the lamb was placed over and around the door of each of the over two million
Jewish slave homes, so that the death angel would not touch that home, then
they eating the roasted flesh of that lamb, shoes on, staff in hand, ready to
leave, no questions asked, money paid, etc.
The grace of deliverance from bondage, forever, the splendor-miracle of
it all, another lamb, blood sacrifice on a cross...redemption-deliverance, and,
it is all a matter of obeying-trusting. The
over two million Jewish slaves, in groups of five, the number of grace,
delivered from Egyptian bondage.
Your money has become as fake as that found on your Monopoly
board game. Your future, if depending on
government, is as dicey-risky-uncertain as your throwing dice on your Parcheesi
game board. The only hope of the world
is found in our nation returning to its early Christian principles. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn when asked what
happened to Russia ,
"They forgot God." The
twenty-first century American is witnessing patchwork. Many are patching their lives with legal and
illegal drugs. Mrs. Clinton called us
deplorables but, deplorables, as well as the desperate are seeking help
everywhere but from a solid rock. Most
think that all twenty-first century problems can be solved by technology. When you have technology, you have what
technology can do. When you have drugs,
you have what drugs can do. When you
have sports, you have what sports can do.
When you have money, you have what money can do. BUT, when you have God in your life, when you
have the power of prayer in your persona, then you have what God can do and if
there is anything in this world-those around us-those depending upon us NEED it
is what God can do. The only thing that
will send any human being to a black lonely hell is unbelief. We simply do not want to believe that money
or chance-gambling will not solve everything.
My parents were hardworking, God-fearing, taxpaying, citizens. They were the workingest people I have ever
known. They wanted the best for their
children. When we reached the age in
high school that we had started taking typing lessons (typing was big thing
when I was young) they went into a store that sold office supplies to buy us a
typewriter...one that could be used at the church. Like this writer, who does not have one
article of clothing-one article of furniture that was not purchased secondhand,
instead of spending an enormous amount of money, for them, for a new
typewriter, they purchased a used typewriter.
The machine was just a piece of junk.
The pica and elite keys transferred-mixed up, it was returned but they
were told that the sale was final "no returns". The old preacher, Dr. R.G. Lee whose church I
attended when a student in Memphis ,
owned a famous sermon, "Payday Someday". I am not telling you that every payday will
be as blatant but the family who owned this office supply company owned a
beautiful home on George Street ,
Goldsboro , NC
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