The Light Brigade

The Light Brigade, I must confess is a poem I had never heard of until I watched the movie The Blind Side. If Tim McGraw was my high school English teacher, I would have not only sat up straight, heard it and memorized; but done a somersault, landed and licked my eyebrows clean in one breath with an incredible smile on my face. I had to read this poem. Since I enjoy history and facts, straight to “GOOGLE” I went to look up everything I could find on it.

 

Wow! Blow me away. Courage! Honor! We do not often hear words like that used in our society today. In the positions of Mike Oher and the Tuohy family took courage and honor applied it to a  giving and receiving type relationship. This type of blind faith is how we help God meet the needs of the people that walk the face this earth

 

LSU Tiger Stadium is nicknamed the “Valley of Death”; though The Light Brigade is not about the football team. It packs in over 100,000 guest. That would be scary knowing that many eyes were watching you.

 

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me..." (Psalms 23:4) In your lifetime, how many people will be watching you? What examples are you setting for them?

 

It takes courage to stand up and be noticed. God has commanded us to be courageous and not to fear that courage. (Joshua 1:9)

 

Maya Angelou wrote:  “Courage is one of our most important virtues, because without courage you can't practice any other virtue consistently. You can practice any virtue erratically, but nothing consistently without courage."

 

Tennyson wrote it to memorialize men during an impossible battle that would be considered “a suicidal charge.” Their leader commanded them and they followed without question.

 

You know Jesus’s Father? So, if God knocks on your door, who are you to question whether or not you are home, ready, willing and able? God’s business ain't no Cheech and Chong movie where they say:

 

“Who is it? Nobody’s home come back later I am washing the dishes!” (Or was that Animal House?)

 

We can honor by at least trying. We aren’t perfect, we are just human. Tennyson agreed with God as courage is commanded of us from God. Angelou states the actual importance of courage is the most important characteristics.

 

Regardless of how we are raised, courage is the ability to stand up and try. Honor is the ability to learn and give back for trying. Ask yourself if there is any courage and honor in killing another child, in killing for sport another creature, in being mean and having the lack of humanitarianism for one’s self worth, or life in a community? We should do the correct thing that God wants us to do and that is between God and our self.

 

Did it ever occur to anyone that the reason God judged Adam was that he lack courage to stand up to his wife and he chose not to. He then turned his back on God which was dishonorable.

 

 

God bless each and everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Complexities of men

Man is a complex piece of very fine instrumentation. There are inner and outer components. I am not going to be philosophical and use words like a poly-nominalist or the like in from the world of distinguished gentlemen the ancient classical. I would look stupid if I did.

There two sides to everything which is the age old argument in the big arena of life. This is just a simple rendition of the separation of traits or characterization of that individual--a simple understanding that many Christians seem to forget. Simplify there is an in and an out; seen and unseen. What is the driving force? Once a motion has been set into play it continues in motion. Well guess what that answer isn’t good enough. A motion just doesn’t continue without a driving force and that is the Son. I did not say Sun; I wrote SON.

The very existence is due because his Father, my FATHER, created that SON. What is the first thing we feel when we go to the beach? Strip off our street clothes for sand and water fun? Now close your eyes. Feel the warmth deep down to the bone. The toes are tingling in the sand. We are totally relaxed and refreshed.

Now we open our eyes and everything seems new. We can face another day. The brightness has added to a lives an energy. We have accepted the sun. In essence, the principle is the same only this time we have accepted the SON of GOD as that saving grace to be the center of our universe because he is the ultimate creator, the challenger. The once earth/heavily spirit that has provided us with the renewal that we so richly needed. Our internal nature is then healed with power that we cannot even imagine how to replicate it or dream of where it came from. It doesn’t matter what science does. We cannot fashion what we do not understand.

Now man is very complex. We know there is an inner and outer shell to man. Just because we don’t see it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

If it did and we could see it many would be speaking:
“Well how is your rotator today doing?”
“As you can see it is stopping here on this bone spur. When it rubs against this tissue mass it is very painful.”

Being a Christian is not rocket science. It is living life to the fullness as God and Jesus would want us to live it. It is humanity toward all men. It is the love of a child. It is the comfort to the sick. It is the patience to yearn for hope. It is faith, a belief, and follow actions of helping GOD meet the needs of others. It doesn’t stop because the power only belongs to him.

God bless everyone.

Student walks up to minister and states:

“Oh Brother Bob, I am sorry I missed church last Sunday. Some friends and I want to get into some water and last minute rays as the beach before school started.”

“Well, looks like you were worshiping the wrong sun. Looks like you got burned!! I will keep you in prayer for a speedy recovery.”

Do not getting burned.

Roller Coaster

UP DATE:   

I do apologize for not being able to write for some time. My final semester of graduate school approached with a vengeance. I took a logic class. For someone like me logic is like algebra or reading through a mirror upside down, backwards while hanging from a cliff. Do not try to understand it. Just try to memorize it. Now it is two semesters later and I get it some of it. My light bulbs may come on in the elevator of life in which I ride to get or the concept at a later date.
 

My mother was very ill during my final semester in graduate school, had a massive stroke three days before graduation. The car broke down and I almost didn’t make it. For those of you who do not know me, my mother and I were not friends; love? I took good care of her in her elderly years as did my eldest brother. I needed a break and just until the last semester started slowly moving her and my brother back to my daily routine of a questionable life. It surely wasn’t a life enjoyed or expected it was hard and my children made it wonderful for me.  After mother’s stroke she tried to recover, but it was her time to go home. She died in the nursing home peacefully in February. She just went to sleep and never woke. I finally let everyone know that mom had an aneurysm in her brain and that I had promised her not to say anything about it when I found out about it last October 2014.

 

Many things went downhill--my middle brother (the continual drug/alcohol recovery) moved back with us after a 15 year hiatus. Well actually after trying to get his act together in the Alabama Department of Corrections.  His act is ready for a road show. He is very good too. Knows exactly what to do and how to fool the best until the liquor and crack totally takes over. Then Beware! Everything that anyone has or owns must be locked up and secured. He is very consuming of one’s time and energy. He is someone where on the streets of Houston as I write this post. I do not like his actions and will not have it around me.

          Many things went uphill as well. A terminal chronic illness that was stressed upon my eldest brother is not nor never has been an issue with his health because he didn’t have it. Thank you for North Carolina Doctor who stated otherwise. He was so very relieved as we all were since he had stopped living for the past 13 years. He then met his “soul mate.” Over the internet of all places. He left to be with her in Florida. I am very happy for him.  There were issues over money between he and I in which we will just have to iron out. My children told me I lost it a long time ago with the financial aspect of living. I have had to turn over to them to handle especially when I ended up in the hospital.

The first diagnoses was low oxygen possibly COPD, possibly enlarged Aorta, congestive heart failure or possibly pneumonia. Well it wasn’t any of those things, just a really bad case of upper respiratory infection from a sinus infection like I thought. In all the process.

I had forgotten to take care of me.

While trying to diet, I had forgotten to eat and hydrate properly. Meanwhile I am on my deathbed according to the medical community assigned the hospital’s “Doctor from Hell!” (That is a physician -- a little manicured mini-god-- who knows everything about you without even looking at one’s chart, assessing their medical history,  or asking their name.) He is the type of person, and not his profession, that one would love to empty fecal projectile on his "perfectionism" or pummel his face with my food tray. Regardless of the urge I didn’t! I did scream bloody murder, recovered all my oxygen, heaved the last of the mucus (landing on the window dead center target) that was strangulating my vocal cords and felt 100% better. Carol Burnett would have given that scream in the House of Loud Screams" a TEN on the rector scale for earthly movements. All my daughter did was raise her eyebrow and ask,

    “Do you feel better you big baby after pitching that temper tantrum?” Meanwhile she continued to read me the daughters riot act about me wanting to checkout on life after I had made the decisions that my mother was moving back into the house with me. I didn’t want that to happen and I was trying to get out of it. Time to “shit or get off the pot!” I swear the things we teach our children.

Well God exists.  He places a little of those sharp edged “Jobial” trials and tribulations in our paths. No one is exempt like we think they are. I am still here and have a purpose for living. Great news in all of this. My daughter married a very wonder man and had a baby one week later. I am his Gammy. My son and I have a little flat where I am learning to take care of me. He is not stupid. When I say I can’t he says,

    “I am not calling 911. Get your own ass up!” What do you think I do? Angrily I get up.If he thought I was in need of help beyond his control he would call 911.

God does exists. Whether or not we want to admit it, we loan credence to His wonderful existence in just thinking about him on a daily basis. But it is not my time to meet him.  I am sure he will let me know when.

God bless each and all.