Rx for Winning WWIII

Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882 – 1945), 32nd President of the United States To the Armed Forces: As Commander-in-Chief I take pleasure in commending the reading of the Bible to all who serve in the armed forces of the United States. Throughout the centuries men of many faiths and diverse origins have found in the Sacred Book words of wisdom, counsel and inspiration. It is a fountain of strength and now, as always, an aid in attaining the highest aspirations of the soul. Very sincerely yours, (signed) Franklin D. Roosevelt    - A prologue dated January 25, 1941 in Bibles distributed to soldiers as they left for service during World War II [- -Thank you, PresidentialPrayerTeam.org,  - - ed. AmZyg]

Like This Bristlecone

"The Patriarch"

How they know this Bristlecone Pine, growing somewhere in the eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains, is really 5,000 years old, I am not sure.

I am sure that I could have lived in my house for about that long, barring the limitations of shortlived DNA and a husband's proclivity to dwell in a house less demanding of repairs.

Those snarly, craggy roots look familiar. Dry and void of anything functional or nutritious, they nevertheless serve to bar the winds from blowing Old Patriarch over.

I feel that way today, waking up to ponderous prospects of leaving this home of 18 years.

The squeaky hardwood floors, wavy walls, dank smells, awful 70's add-ons, and lone shower in an overused and under ventilated giant bathroom . . . suddenly endearing. Oh the vicissitudes of a broken, emo spirit.

And like the bristlecone, I am bristling under the guilt of Jonah, sick of mind and heart, wishing for a saponin for my protest prone judgements.

Dried out, nonfunctional, wanting to leave but. . . stuck.  I am the bristlecone pine. Old and worn and enduring; a monument to time, but nothing more.

Which elixir wants to try

Now that TwentyTwleve is dry?

I've declared an end to drink

That puts an end to normalThink;

And J and T have joined m'e rite,

God willing, 

Three strands stay the fight.


note to all, from 2015: GoodLuckWithThat.

Sometimes FamilyLifeToday Blows It

As the seedling sets, so grows the tree. . .

An article on How Not To Ruin Your Child's Life has set off a little wildfire of blazing critical comments, mine among them.


Here /was/ the Family LIfe Today WEBZINE article [no longer there]: 
http://www.familylife.com/site/apps/nlnet/content3.aspx?c=dnJHKLNnFoG&b=3576519&ct=11210677&notoc=1&utm_campaign=TFR-20110909&utm_source=CON&utm_medium=Email-N&utm_content=article-f1



Author, Tricia Goyer, could've just modified her tongue-in-cheek platitude with a word to parents to go easy on CONTROLS exercised over family TV viewing, but instead she settled for the lowest common denominator, defending TV as a rite of passage, and our kid's need to fit in with their friends. 

That just got my wee little Zygote undies in a big old amniotic bunch. 

Here's my VISINE comment/REPLY, 
saved in "Drafts" for probably a year. Forgive my decision to preserve its original rantish tone:



"People who plop down on couches for untold thousands of hours of shallow delirium gaping at trivial amusements will answer to The Creator of ALL, for THE HELL their INactivity brings down upon our nation, civilization, and yes, the entire world. 

Our three "poor, sheltered, over-protected, un-secularized" little waifs turned out plenty SECULAR withOUT post-Sesame Street TV, given their friends' music, their friends' TV's, their friends' lovely movie choices, their friends' F-word laden texts and facebook posts, and, sadly, those see-through pants with thongs underneath that the girls AT CHURCH sometimes sport. 

My three TV-less kids are pretty well adjusted adults now, and their contributions to the Body of Christ are probably more wholesome as a result of their continued "chUCK the box" choices.

Could Goyer's defensive stance come from her own searing need to watch her favorite shows? If so, that's no cause to bring the rest of Christendom down with her.


If it's a matter of not wanting to enter the fray with teenage kids who will freak when weaned off TV, well, deal with THAT, don't just christen the whole media choice with a "PASS" because you don't want to face off with the conflict at home. Who is in charge? Christ or CNN?

If she'll attempt to figure out "before the Cross," on her knees, just how the battle is won, voila: there's the theme for her next article. She'll BUILD UP the kingdom with something new and fresh rather than that familiar dirty white flag of surrender I see almost everyday, waving across our church porticos and front yard porches. * 

- - - Anonymous Post, 9/9/11"


My Super Strident Mom Underwear was showing big time that day.

So, after Zygo-Mitochondrializing over the matter, I yet assert:  

modern moneychangers would not do well under Christ's scrutiny should He return to find the Church of 2011 so complicit in their fascination with, no, their addiction TO Network TV. 


If the Body Of Christ IS The Church, if the Church IS the BODY of Believers -- the Priesthood of Believers-- and since our very BODIES are the new living TEMPLE of the Holy Spirit, then our living rooms are seriously the portico at which Christ may well chase out offensive money changers should He reappear here in flesh. 

Our Bodies ARE the temple, our Homes ARE the Church.


Say?? On that note, Hunny? We seriously need to redecorate.


HOney? Honey?