Saturday, June 10, 2017

Jerusalem, President Trump, Jerusalem



Your Oath
(by R.P.Edwards)

Before your oath
Reflect with fear
For more than men
Your promise hear




The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom...
(Proverbs 9:10)

The fear of man brings a snare...
(Proverbs 29:25)


The previous two proverbs came to mind upon the revelation that President Trump has recently failed to follow through on his campaign promise to move the American Embassy in Israel from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. 

Oh, I suppose there is reason behind the reneging. No doubt his top advisers, or perhaps his own deal-making psyche, determined that such an action at this time would unduly irritate and inflame the non-Jews in the area; putting in jeopardy the delicate peace-making process. 

But, Mr. President, a gentle reminder; we're not talking about an inconsequential piece of real-estate; but rather the land of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; the land where the Christ walked and made the ultimate sacrifice; the land and people described as the apple of God's eye (Zechariah 2:8). You weren't required to make such a promise, but you did; and many of us added this weight to the scale which ultimately tipped in your favor.

So, Mr. President, when the current waiver runs out in six months, please follow through on this promise as you have with so many others. It will take some courage, but the coming fulfillment of your oath brings another proverb to mind:

When a man's ways are pleasing to the Lord, 
He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.
(Proverbs 16:7)

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Principal Financial's Finest






Daddy's here
(by R.P.Edwards)

"It's Okay
Daddy's here"
Every child
Needs to hear
But many men
Love only one
No time for daughters
No time for sons



I don't know how long the link will stay active, but the one minute promo for Principal Financial (above) grabbed me (I would say "moved," but that seems too revealing [oops]).

I suppose it could be that so much of this mini-marvel has happened, or IS happening, in my life--love, conception (planned and unplanned), kids growing, maturing, leaving--it reaches deep on many levels (in one measly minute!) BUT, perhaps, in this age of "choice," AND, since I'm often stationed near an abhorrent abortion mill, when the young man in this video puts his offspring first and postpones his college career, well, that sold it. Imagine, a man actually acting like one (I've seen O so many who don't). It's truly a wonderful message.

So, Principal Financial, you have my heartfelt thanks. AND, don't be surprised if more than just words are heading your way. In the meantime I think I'll watch this commercial again...and again...and most likely...again.

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Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Reveal







Selective Sight
(by R.P.Edwards)

Obvious truth
You must CHOOSE to see
But many CHOOSE
To be deceived 




Recently some friends went to a "Reveal Party." Such gatherings are one of those affairs where the expectant couple "reveals" (in an entertaining way) the sex of the unborn child. Ta dah! Back in my day we found out the sex, sure enough, but we didn't have a party. And, of course in my parents' time the "reveal" happened one second after birth.

On occasion I stand prayerfully on the sidewalk in front of one of the Midwest's largest abortion mills and watch as women, often accompanied by their "no child support for me" partners enter said facility to have their "not a baby" removed. And I wonder to myself, why do some "know" that there's obviously a baby in there; and why do others resist this knowledge? Answer: the Supreme Court.

A reminder: voters did not choose abortion on demand; seven University sired jurists did. And, as a result, multiplied millions of Americans have not had the privilege of being revealed, born and loved. So, I say without qualm or remorse that the most dangerous branch of the Federal government is, and has been, the Supreme Court. Why? Because with a simple consensus the near-sacred Constitution may be altered to fit their ideological belief. Yes, from the Dred Scott case to Roe v Wade and beyond, their gross error becomes our epitaph. It is my prayer, therefore, that God raise up champions in this day to construct and codify a solution that will more easily remove the apostate without civil war or crossed-fingered selection. It is long overdue.


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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Need not apply




Same old, same old*
(by R.P.Edwards) 

Evil then
And evil now
Just a different face
The devil's way
To have his say
Destroy the human race


Recently the DNC Chair, Tom Perez, has come out and said that if you are pro-life you are not welcome in the Democratic Party. Although the standard code-words, such as "choice" and "health care," were used in the explanation, what the good gentleman has clearly conveyed is that if someone is a person of faith or simply an individual who wants to grant the unborn the measure of a reasonable doubt as to their humanity...you are not welcome in the party of Jefferson. And, as bad as that sounds, adding to this offense were those who quickly voiced their "amen" to this apostasy by saying,  "I'm personally against abortion, but I don't want to impose my beliefs upon others." Well, let's substitute the words "murder" or "slavery" for "abortion" and see if that logic holds.

You see, there are some issues that are more important than the all important "me," and certainly more important than Party; issues that will define a nation and determine its course and end. And, as it stands now, it appears the DNC has issued a challenge to the Almighty Himself. Let's see how He responds.

Oh, how I miss the days when the Democratic Party had participants like Representative Jerry Costello, who somehow held to traditional values and still conducted the business of the left. Sadly, those days are gone.

*PS, Oh my, it's always a good idea to reread one's work, but that should include any photos attached. The beginning poem (my shtick) mentions the devil, but I DID NOT mean to imply that Mr Perez was the personification of said being. However the practice of murdering the innocent smacks of Hell. No apology there.
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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Congratulations Justice Gorsuch!






Say again?
(by R.P.Edwards)

"So help me, God"
Seems rather odd
When swearing into place
For courts decreed
We have no need
Of God's amazing grace




Happened across the "swearing in" ceremony of our new associate justice of the Supreme Court, Neil Gorsuch. I paused to take it in. 

Yes, important. Yes, far reaching. Yes, a victory for those of us who think the U.S. Constitution is not silly putty to be manipulated by the unelected. 

But, I must admit, I found it a bit amusing that the very institution that has done more to de-God our society (to our collective ill) still invokes the Almighty's name (with hand on Bible, no less) when soliciting an oath to fidelity. Yes, the ones (albeit former mostly) who equate even the smallest of federal contributions as grounds to secularize those infected; these, for some reason, bother to put a degree of weight on the custom that many with black robes abhor.

But, it was a nice diversion. AND, I believe the newest associate DOES indeed ascribe to the meaning behind the words. AND, perhaps with a few more like-minded appointments the horrendous damage already done...can be undone.

Here's a song for the occasion:




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Friday, March 17, 2017

America the Beautiful






O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness
America! America!
God mend thy every flaw
Confirm thy soul in self-control
Thy liberty in law!

(from "America the Beautiful")


Just had the unction. It was a recurring rising. A bubbling. A "perhaps I should do that." AND, as a result, the simple rendition of "America the Beautiful" now resides at YouTube along with the millions more.

The lyrics were written by Katherine Lee Bates, and the music composed by Samuel A. Ward. Here's a link for the particulars (info).

Some have suggested that this wonderful expression be put in the place of the current National Anthem, or at least on equal footing. I find myself in the latter camp. And one reason; there's so much God in it. Every verse gravitates towards Him. Yes, a grounded tether, anchor, recognition that the "Why" of America the Beautiful...is the very source of all things good.

So, my simple attempt at a quartet is there for any. My thanks go to the Lord Jesus for His aid. And, to those so inclined to listen, may "God shed His grace on thee."

P.S. Concerning the video: I used the phrase, "U.S. flag flying in (state name)" in my google search for appropriate photos of the fifty (plus one). Take special note of Illinois. It points to a steel mill and community of which I am well acquainted. God Bless.

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Saturday, February 11, 2017

Empathy







Empathy
(by R.P.Edwards)


Empathy
I feel the same
Your hurt is mine
I know your pain
Though others, kind
Feel from outside
And try their best
To turn your tide
'tis only we
Whose shoes we share
A deeper help 
The burden bear
So arms are here
And knowing tears
I feel your pain
I know your fears


My...the opening poem was meant to be of a lighter sort; but it came out rather serious (perhaps some sort of subconscious issue poking out its head). No matter. I was merely "feeling" a bit of the lament that the never-Trumpers have been feeling, and the Super Bowl was the impetus. 

How so? Well, not being a New England Patriot fan I was rather pleased that they were getting trounced during the first half. However, when the substantial lead was blown and they earned the championship (begrudgingly spoken, yet factual; "earned") I experienced a bit (tiny) of the "The game's over; I can't believe "we" lost. How can we reverse this?" psychosis. Answer: you can't.

So...that's where the empathy comes in. YOU can't believe that Trump won...and it hurts. That's just how it is. Time to get over it.

To Tom and crew: congrats. 

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Saturday, January 7, 2017

Children died today








Evil's Hiding Place
(by R.P.Edwards)

Evil has a hiding place
It's in our lazy head
Believing lies that satan says
And children end up...dead



It was frigid cold (at least for us mid America thin-skinners). Probably 5 degrees or close. Northerners sneer at such above zero temps, but for me...it was cold.

I stood, and paced, and sang a bit for a little over an hour on the sidewalk. Women and men with abortion on their minds were streaming into The Hope Clinic for Women in Granite City, Illinois. A post-holiday rush. 

Oh, it's a monster. Hundreds of thousands have been slaughtered here, and the church, for the most part, slumbers. Week after week, after bloody week. And the church...slumbers.

Not that "I've" been a ball of fire on the subject. But, since I am keenly aware that the God of the Bible hates this sort of thing...I came. And, the Gospel was shared (by others on this day) and offers were made, and perhaps a few will change their minds and let their babies live.

Abortion is a terrible thing. AND to turn the hearts and minds of the remaining Christians into action (like the view on slavery once changed) the pulpits must burn. AND, perhaps with the end of the Johnson Amendment; perhaps they will.

Following is a song I wrote for a Pro-life songbook in the eighties. It didn't make the cut. I hope it inspires you enough...to share. 

P.S. Granite City is a town with great potential; but it cannot prosper while the children...cry.




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