We thank You oh God for your generosity and kindness, and ask that You hear us in this hour of indecision.
Make us worthy of Your blessing and keep us from further want.
Help us restore our abundance here on earth, so that we may turn more attention to Your divine kingdom. We have worked so hard, and yet there is no end to our lacking. Grant us this wish, and make us worthy of its fulfillment.
It is important to remember that a child’s problems are every bit as big as yours. The troubles children have on the playground are just as valid and stressful as the problems you are facing at work. Children have all the same emotional challenges as adults, but without the benefit of experience or advanced emotional tools to cope. Children are small and less powerful, and we must take great care to not squash their spirit with heavy-handed and careless leadership. Domination styled communication with children suffocates their confidence. They may seem to perform on command at the moment, but they are ultimately being crippled for independent life in the future. There is a difference between oppressive instruction and natural self-construction. We want children to organically assemble themselves into confident stature with our respectful and limited guidance, not to be forcibly stacked block-by-block into statues of our limited thinking, oppressiveness, and insecurity! Share this with someone you love and be blessed!
You have to be so convinced that God is for you that you don’t fall apart when life is against you. Don’t get bitter when things don’t work out. Don’t live sour because something didn’t happen on your timetable. Don’t lose your passion because the contract didn’t go through. Don’t give up on your dreams because you had a setback. Know, deep down, it’s a setup. Know that God has the final say. He didn’t bring you this far to leave you, and Him being for you is more powerful than the world being against you! Share this with someone you love and be blessed!
I offer prayers for those who are wanting.
Those with broken hearts and broken lives.
Bless them with healing. Change their circumstances.
Cause peace and prosperity to come to them in abundance. I, who have plenty, pray that I may share the richness of my soul, even as I share my resources.
Father, thank you that you sent your Son to bring me life
Life in the fullness
Life for eternity
Thank you that I share in Christ’s resurrection life
That Christ is alive in me
And His Spirit dwells deeply in my being
Right now I receive your healing
I receive the same power that raised Christ from the grave
I receive Your life
I receive Your strength
Thank you that all things are possible for those who believe
Thank you that you are moving in me right now
May I continue to receive from you
This hour and every hour.
I’ve quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash bent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall; Over against my bed, there shone a gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream. It sunk, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; How far is night advanced, and when will day Retinue the dusk and livid air with bloom, And fill this void with warm, creative ray ? Would I could sleep again till, clear and red, Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread! I’d call my women, but to break their sleep, Because my own is broken, were unjust; They’ve wrought all day, and well-earned slumbers steep Their labors in forgetfulness, I trust; Let me my feverish watch with patience bear, Thankful that none with me its sufferings share. Yet, Oh, for light ! one ray would tranquilise My nerves, my pulses, more than effort can; I’ll draw my curtain and consult the skies: These trembling stars at dead of night look wan, Wild, restless, strange, yet cannot be more drear Than this my couch, shared by a nameless fear. All backbone great cloud, drawn from east to west, Conceals the heavens, but there are lights below; Torches burn in Jerusalem, and cast On yonder stony mount a lurid glow. I see men stationed there, and gleaming spears; A sound, too, from afar, invades my ears. Dull, measured, strokes of axe and hammer ring From street to street, not loud, but through the night Distinctly heardand some strange spectral thing Is now upreared and, fixed against the light Of the pale lamps; defined upon that sky, It stands up like a column, straight and high. I see it all know the dusky sign A cross on Calvary, which Jews uprear While Romans watch; and when the dawn shall shine Pilate, to judge the victim will appear, Pass sentence yield him up to crucify; And on that cross the spotless Christ must die. Dreams, then, are true for thus my vision ran; Surely some oracle has been with me, The gods have chosen me to reveal their plan, To warn an unjust judge of destiny: I, slumbering, heard and saw; awake I know, Christ’s coming death, and Pilate’s life of woe. I do not weep for Pilate who could prove Regret for him whose cold and crushing sway No prayer can soften, no appeal can move; Who tramples hearts as others trample clay, Yet with a faltering, an uncertain tread, That might stir up reprisal in the dead. Forced to sit by his side and see his deeds; Forced to behold that visage, hour by hour, In whose gaunt lines, the abhorrent gazer reads A triple lust of gold, and blood, and power; A soul whom motives, fierce, yet abject, urge Rome’s servile slave, and Judah’s tyrant scourge. How can I love, or mourn, or pity him ? I, who so long my fettered hands have wrung; I, who for grief have wept my eye-sight dim; Because, while life for me was bright and young, He robbed my youth he quenched my life’s fair ray He crushed my mind, and did my freedom slay. And at this hour although I be his wife He has no more of tenderness from me Than any other wretch of guilty life; Less, for I know his household privacy I see him as he is without a screen; And, by the gods, my soul abhors his mien ! Has he not sought my presence, dyed in blood Innocent, righteous blood, shed shamelessly ? And have I not his red salute withstood ? Aye, when, aserst, he plunged all Galilee In dark bereavement in affliction sore, Mingling their very offerings with their gore. Then came hein his eyes a serpent-smile, Upon his lips some false, endearing word, And, through the streets of Salem, clanged the while, His slaughtering, hacking, sacrilegious sword And I, to see a man cause men such woe, Trembled with ire I did not fear to show. And now, the envious Jewish priests have brought Jesus whom they in mockery call their king To have, by this grim power, their vengeance wrought; By this mean reptile, innocence to sting. Oh ! could I but the purposed doom avert, And shield the blameless head from cruel hurt! Accessible is Pilate’s heart to fear, Omens will shake his soul, like autumn leaf; Could he this night’s appalling vision hear, This just man’s bonds were loosed, his life were safe, Unless that bitter priesthood should prevail, And make even terror to their malice quail. Yet if I tell the dream but let me pause. What dream ? Ere while the characters were clear, Graved on my brainat once some unknown cause Has dimmed and rased the thoughts, which now appear, Like a vague remnant of some by-past scene; Not what will be, but what, long since, has been. I suffered many things, I heard foretold A dreadful doom for Pilate,lingering woes, In far, barbarian climes, where mountains cold Built up a solitude of trackless snows, There, he and grisly wolves prowled side by side, There he lived famished there met hought he died; But not of hunger, nor by malady; I saw the snow around him, stained with gore; I said I had no tears for such as he, And, lo ! my cheek is wetmine eyes run o’er; I weep for mortal suffering, mortal guilt, I weep the impious deed the blood self-spilt. More I recall not, yet the vision spread Into a world remote, an age to come And still the illumined name of Jesus shed A light, a clearness, through the enfolding gloom And still I saw that sign, which now I see, That cross on yonder brow of Calvary. What is this Hebrew Christ ? To me unknown, His lineage doctrine mission yet how clear, Is God-like goodness, in his actions shewn ! How straight and stainless is his life’s career ! The ray of Deity that rests on him, In my eyes makes Olympian glory dim. The world advances, Greek, or Roman rite Suffices not the inquiring mind to stay; The searching soul demands a purer light To guide it on its upward, onward way; Ashamed of sculptured gods Religion turns To where the unseen Jehovah’s altar burns. Our faith is rotten all our rites defiled, Our temples sullied, and me thinks, this man, With his new ordinance, so wise and mild, Is come, even as he says, the chaff to fan And sever from the wheat; but will his faith Survive the terrors of to-morrow’s death ? * * * * * I feel a firmer trust a higher hope Rise in my soul it dawns with dawning day; Lo ! on the Temple’s roof on Moriah’s slope Appears at length that clear, and crimson ray, Which I so wished for when shut in by night; Oh, opening skies, I hail, I bless your light ! Part, clouds and shadows ! glorious Sun appear ! Part, mental gloom ! Come insight from on high ! Dusk dawn in heaven still strives with daylight clear, The longing soul, doth still uncertain sigh. Oh ! to behold the truth that sun divine, How doth my bosom pant, my spirit pine ! This day, time travails with a mighty birth, This day, Truth stoops from heaven and visits earth, Ere night descends, I shall more surely know What guide to follow, in what path to go; I wait in hope
I wait in solemn fear, The oracle of God the sole true God to hear.
Lord, we pray for the power to be gentle; the strength to be forgiving; the patience to be understanding; and the endurance to accept the consequences of holding to what we believe to be right.
May we put our trust in the power of good to overcome evil and the power of love to overcome hatred.
We pray for the vision to see and the faith to believe in a world emancipated from violence, a new world where fear shall no longer lead men to commit injustice, nor selfishness make them bring suffering to others.
Help us to devote our whole life and thought and energy to the task of making peace, praying always for the inspiration and the power to fulfill the destiny for which we and all men were created.
John Lennon wrote that song in 1971, and its value as message resonates even better today. His lyrics refer to some as ‘uptight, short sided (he meant “‘sighted”?) narrow-minded hypo critics (he may have even meant those in the media who ‘critique’ the news)’. How sad that almost 50 years have passed and our A) Mainstream Media B) Politicians and C) The Corporate Consumer machine are still at it. They are equal opportunity bullshit artists, undertaking the task of distorting the truth about what is affecting our society.
Of course, behind the OZ curtain stand the wizards who control how we working stiffs should think, vote and shop. There was a cogent scene from Robert DeNiro’s 2006 film The Good Shepherd. In the film Matt Damon plays a CIA official who visits a Mafia leader (played by Joe Pesci), asking for some covert help. At the end of their visit, Pesci says (I am paraphrasing) ‘Let me ask you a question. Every group has something that they are known for. You know, the Niggers have their music, we Italians have the family… what do your people have?’ Damon looks at him and answers ‘We have America, and you’re all just visitors.’
The brainwashing has been going on for so long that it’s tough for minds being deprogrammed through basic human discourse. Case in point: This writer has written consistently about my idea for a 50% Flat Surtax on any income over and above $1,000,000 a year. The first one million would be taxed at the regular rate of around 37% (before deductions) and would have no bearing on the surtax. When I discuss the plan with many working stiffs out there, the overwhelming majority of them tell me ‘Oh that’s too much! Why not start at $5 million?’
There you have it. The American Dream is alive and well in the psyche of our fellows. A good analogy to remember regarding the mainstream news outlets, electronic and print, is this: You will know when you hear of a good, viable idea when the mainstream news rarely or hardly ever covers it. Ditto for our sacred elected officials. As far as our great Military Industrial Empire, stop believing the lies that are filtered out by both the Pentagon and of course the corporate world. Commercials as to our brave military that keeps us ‘FREE’, or commercials about how the ‘for profit’ health care industry cares about your well being…. mute that boob tube! Folks, there is no ‘truth in advertising’!
March 19th will be the 16th anniversary of one of the most heinous acts by our government… right up there, most assuredly, with 9/11. In both cases, elements within the inner circles of the Bush/Cheney Cabal must have skewed all that they could to arrive at what transpired. The sacrifice of tens of thousands (in NYC and environs, what with the after effects of the towers being destroyed) and perhaps millions of Iraqi civilians, along with the destruction of one of the most modern countries in the Middle East, should give any decent person the desire, NO the drive, for truth.
Those two actions by covert actors is why there is such a refugee crisis in Europe. It is also why there even is an ISIL or whatever our government calls those religious fanatics we actually “weaponized” as a global tool of imperial chaos. If not for US imperialist (a word not used enough nowadays) actions in the Middle East, there would be maybe just a few thousand fanatics in all those nations.
John Lennon was spot on in 1971. Without the mass of working stiffs demanding just that, TRUTH, our nation will continue to go down that rabbit hole.
Please cover me. Cover me with your mighty hand Your hand is upon my life. My life is a gift from you You hold all things in balance. You balance each need and care in your loving heart. A heart that loves with truth, hope and peace. Your peace is given that we can walk free. Free from fear, knowing that you are with us.
Please cover me. Cover me with your mighty hand, Your hand of protection and health.
O Lord, Jesus Christ, Redeemer and Saviour, forgive my sins, just as You forgave Peter’s denial and those who crucified You. Count not my transgressions, but, rather, my tears of repentance. Remember not my iniquities, but, more especially, my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against You. I long to be true to Your Word, and pray that You will love me and come to make Your dwelling place within me. I promise to give You praise and glory in love and in service all the days of my life.