Monthly Archives: April 2006

Sunday April 23, 2006

    I have given up on America.
    Don’t stone me just yet. Okay, you can.

    I guess you could could say that I never was a patriot. I was born here. But to fight for a bunch of laws? Word on paper? I guess I could. Fight for my friends? Family? Neighbors? Heck yes. That is real to me. That is my life as much as me breathing.
Recent events have pointed out to me how foul our country has gotten as a society, and as a government. And pointed out that America hasn’t meant much to me. I do thank God for being born here, that I have had such a privileged lifestyle.

    But I was never one for favorite sport teams. It is all meaningless to me. I have seen people live with so much less, and die with so much more.

Christ is my one thing. He I would die for. He I would fight for.

    Where is America in the end times? It can’t last forever. It won’t be great for all time. America won’t usher in the Second Coming. I know it sounds drab, prove me wrong.

So where does that leave me? What now? What is the next step?
   Who knows… As for now, I shall vote, I shall be upstanding.
The future? Live in a time of upheaval?
   Let it come. I am ready. I will do my best, but I am not afraid of an government that doesn’t have a place for people like me.

For this is the story of Christ and his Bride…

And what is the worst that can happen?

“In my memory I wrote you down in ink,
    I never wanted to erase your story,

Even with the tragedy that it bring.”

Thursday April 20, 2006

… Such a lovely color (It goes with your eyes)…
I was enjoying myself driving home tonight. Crusing at a good pace on one of my favorite roads to drive on, listening to one of my favorite songs.

And I came across a flare in the road.

Ahead I could see tail lights and a waving traffic flashlight. I slow down and look. I can’t see anything, then I find the flaggers sign. The stop side is facing me. Do I get closer to him before stopping, or am I too far? I’ll stop at this flare, right where the post of my windshield blocks its light from my eyes. I watch and take everything in. The flagger talks in to his radio, the SUV of someone is on the opposite shoulder facing the same way as I. It has it flashers on and a trunk thing on its roof. There is a sheriff’s car ahead of that and what might be that fire bronco that I see driving around every once and a while in front of that.

Cars start coming at me so I let off my break to roll back. I don’t. I let off the clutch just a little to disengage the hillstart assist, and push it back in. I roll back about four feet and stop again. The light from the flare is in my eyes now. Along with the headlights. I hate having bright lights in my eyes at night. The pass and the flagger talks into his walkie-talkie again. He switches the sign, but it is so dark I can barely make out the word. “Slow.” So “slow” I go. I crawl along.

I can’t see anything but rescue vehicles on the other side of the road. I see tire tracks starting in my lane and then curving into the other lane and would result in a car crashed at a right angle with the bank. If there was a bank. But there isn’t. It is an un-bank, a drop off, a cliff. Standing at the very place the tire tracks leave the road are four men. A tow truck operator, a highway patrolman, and two firefighters.

I hoped that it wasn’t someone I knew.

Then I thought the thought that this post is really about.


Sure, I care about my friends and love them. I don’t doubt my motives in that area, but am I really more afraid for them or myself?

Am I more afraid of my pain of loss or that my friends don’t get to live?

One in three,
    you’re here to tell me that we can’t do this anymore
        Three in three,
                I will disagree.