#1925 Cracker Jack Box with Prize

#1925

Cracker Jack Box With Prize

"There's a sucker born every minute" - PT Barnum

Before Noah's flood, descendents of Adam and Eve had gone completely crazy...up to their nostrils in sin.  One old man, Noah, gave them warning about a disaster to come.  But, as in today's world, they just thought he was a radical, a fanatic.  After all, for one hundred twenty years he was building a ship the size of the Queen Mary.  Why would they believe an old man, talking about a flood, building a ship on dry land, when they had never seen rain?  (The Earth before the flood was a big terrarium, moisture from sources other than rain.)

When the skies opened, the Earth opened, and water came down and rose up to their nostrils...they took another look at that big ship with the people and animals God chose to save onboard, even then, with Noah standing at the door begging them to save themselves it was just a big Cracker Jack box with maybe a prize. 

Afterwards, men still seeking a prize at the top of a popcorn box...Tower of Babel, God created all the languages of the world.  AND, in every language, every area of the world, men have continued to attempt deception with some cheap sweetened popcorn and a cheaper prize. 

When we were children, even children who went to Sunday School, we even wanted  "something for nothing", a prize, victims of smart business men.  Just think, a few pennies for sweet popcorn, almost negligible prize.  As with today's food stuffs, found in most grocery stores, the package-box costs more than any food in the package and probably the cardboard package has more food value than the food in the package.  But, God's food is not as sweet and tasty as synthetic junk, and there is never the promise of a prize.  Our youth learn everything at the indoctrination center which they call a school, at the local clinic which they call a doctor's office, accept the fact that the body is a temple not a dumpster.  Schools refuse to discuss preventative measures, such as supplements to keep young bodies, eyes, teeth, guts, healthy.  The doctor never says anything to you about what you are putting in your gut...your gut the most revealing part of your brain.  When you see sickness-senility-old age externally, can you even imagine what the body looks like internally?  In an autopsy, the lungs of a smoker appear putrid yellow: healthy lungs should be pink.

What type prize does one expect from pouring alcohol inside the body?  What type prize does one expect from pouring carbonated drinks such as Coke or Pepsi, especially with the artificial sweetener-poison-aspartame, inside the body?  Put a metal nail in a container and fill the container with Coke, the Coke will dissolve the nail.  Is this the prize?  It is the little foxes that spoil the vines, microbiology that kills the body.  Oh, the danger of small things.  (Rat poison is mostly corn meal, but it has just a small amount of arsenic.)

The one four letter word no longer used in any medical and other sick care literature, the word cure...doctors and owners of drug stores do not build mansions on pill hill by curing people.  The government, foundations, healthcare schools are all taught to just treat everything with more and more expensive exotic chemicals.  The aim is that every individual should be taking several pills.  The care of your precious body...its physiology- neurology comes from the kitchen not the drugstore.  The prize of a long healthy life lies in the prevention of most chronic diseases.  Of course, there are matters requiring necessary surgery, perhaps even other technology therapies.  But the prize of a long life, free from debilitating disease and pain, lies in preventative care and only you know your body.  God's food, grown from God's good Earth, free from poisonous killers of insects, cooked just enough to make it more digestible, is just one of many answers to that despicable president and his "affordable care". 

Everyone wants to please everyone.  Do you notice that even at the doctor's office when people are so sick with colds-upper respiratory problems-other pathologies they will always respond to the question, just as at the church house door, just as at the family reunion...How are you feeling: "I am fine"?

In everything, use the common sense which God has given you, whether buying a car, buying a house, buying clothing, buying food, forget the prize-glitter-packaging-even expensive advertising, GO FOR VALUE.

There is no more expensive prize involving life activity than the prize of graduation from any type schooling, the prize of well-behaved children, and the prize of following the casket of any loved one to a grave knowing that person had put first things first. 

Near the end of a long life of observing people and absorbing knowledge, I truly believe that the Creator of the universe, who chose me for life, expects all of us to aim for the prize at the end of the journey.  I truly believe that God expects his believers-followers to honor his word by giving of our resources to matters that glorify Him.  Some believe in giving the tithes to the storehouse (their local church), I believe that giving is a matter between God and myself.  There are too many religious leaders living too well off money given for God's work: there's too much hanky panky in denominational activities: too much gold in and around St. Peter's at Rome.  God holds me responsible for working and for giving.

This writer worked his way through eight years of university education, all those years, living just as frugally as I live now (secondhand clothes, modest food buying...) I worked every summer selling books door to door, saving almost all the money for school.  I was the top salesman for the company and had enough excess above my school costs to buy myself a new car.  I purchased the 1952 Chevrolet from the dealer nearest our farm (Blaylock Chevrolet, Freemont, NC).  I had my father to go by and check out the car which I had selected.  I still remember, will never forget, when the owner of that dealership said to my father, "Joe, where did that boy get the money go buy this car?"  My father replied, "He worked for it."  I was not a boy; I was a man, a university student which this dealer nor any of his family had ever accomplished.  I have often wondered if this Chevrolet dealer ever realized the way he insulted me and my father, two real men.  I wonder if this dealer ever realized that I earned two doctorates, lost my eyes as an Army doctor.  You see, this automobile dealer's prize was his pride in "belittling" a hardworking dirt farmer and his hardworking son.