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Updated 28 July 2015

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Just Some Thoughts...

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From A Layman's THEOLOGY:It may be that many Christians cannot get the priorities of prayer straight. For too many, prayer may be the exercise of "final resort" rather than the exercise of "first resort." In terms of the day, the time for prayer is at dawn, not at midnight. Praying at the outset is much better than praying only at the onset. A locomotive engineer friend once had about eleven seconds to "do something" when he realized his train was heading down a steep grade at high speed head-on into derailed cars of another train. After placing the brakes in "emergency," he quickly jumped from his seat on the first engine and, pushing the brakeman before him, raced over the running boards of two engines to the second of his three diesel engines, then pushed the brakeman inside where they and the flagman waited out the crash, which they survived. When asked how he could have reacted so quickly he explained that he had long-since formulated that exact plan in his mind in case he ever faced such a situation. So it is with the Christian. Living in the attitude of "unceasing prayer" provides the formula that will prescribe and inculcate the proper outcome relative to any situation, whether, death, grief, pain, illness, timidity or even great pleasure involving the good things that can sometimes "turn a Christian's head."

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Clark's Corner -

Corrupter-in-Chief

The epitome of jackassery was reached the other day when President Barack Hussein Obama looked down from the podium during yet another of his dull speeches and smirked at the president of Kenya as he lectured him on the need to glorify homosexuality, as he has done in the U.S, for the practice of which behavior-wise a participant is granted 14 years in the hoosegow in Kenya. It is also a crime in over 30 African nations, third-world populations that have not as yet entered, as Obama and the U.S. have, the 21st century.

To add further insult as the premier Ugly-American, he stared at the Kenyan president and lectured him as to the evils and consequences of corruption. Though he never lets slide an opportunity to remind everyone that he is the commander-in-chief, he didn't recognize in that act of stupidity his own broadly corrupt approach to matters in the U.S., such as the persecution of people with whom he doesn't agree by using the IRS to put them out of business. Or, what about the humongous lie he told even the survivors, personally, regarding what caused the Benghazi Massacre? He is indeed the Corrupter-in- Chief, those acts perfidious in the extreme.

Or, what about the equally humongous lie he told the American public regarding the healthcare law he got passed through the architecture of MIT's Gruber—generator of the BIG LIE and originator of the term for lying as “grubering?” Then, there was the time that he and fellow thugs Senator Durbin and Senator Reid attempted to deny the Senate-seat he vacated to the man constitutionally mandated both Federally and state-wise to receive it. The three disgraceful elected officials, hypocrites without equals and lawless to the nth degree, were unsuccessful but never bothered to apologize, at least to my knowledge.

Obama's hangup with Kenya (he claimed to be Kenyan-American) is that 83% of its citizens claim to be Christians, while the prez, as shown lately with his obeisance to Ramadan, has made every effort to see that the evils of Islam must never be mentioned as such, even when Muslim terrorists acting—as they always do quite publicly in behalf of Allah—burn, torture, behead and otherwise violate innocent and vulnerable people all over the world; this, though homosexuals are absolutely condemned even in Islam, the tradition to which he was born but urged Kenya to accept as normal. Disgusting!

He had a great time ridiculing the Kenyan president in front of his relatives, referring to himself as the first Kenyan-American president to visit Kenya. One can only be glad that he didn't refer to himself as the first Kansan-American president, which would have been appropriate since his mother was born and raised in Kansas, but, of course, she was white and he always references himself as African-American, black, disrespecting his own mother and, more especially, his white grandmother, who raised him and whom he labeled as the “typical white person,” a derogatory pronouncement, as he meant it to be.

When Obama, bypassing Congress and both the U.S. Constitution and the War Powers Act, ordered decent American military operatives to bomb the bejesus out of Libyans for seven months, murdering no one has ever said how many, he should have been impeached in 2011, as he should have been concerning the huge LIES he has told throughout his terms.

Indeed, he is the Corrupter-in-Chief.

And so it goes.
Jim Clark

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A Hymn of Justice:

O God of Right (pdf).

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A Thought for the Day:

Millennial Church
[Yeah...give God a hand!]

His friend urged him to seek
A spiritual entity
To help him through a time-frame bleak,
A time of hopeless misery;
He thought about that, thought it strange
And even bordered on inane
But felt compelled to rearrange
His thoughts...or simply go insane.

And so he hit upon a plan,
To wit, some churches just explore
And see if they could help him span
This time and thus some hope restore;
He was an avid hard-rock fan,
Hard metal, too, with its bombast...
So...opposites – those things to ban
Seemed apropos...dial down the blast.

He figured worship quiet, calm,
Was just the thing to soothe his nerves,
A sort of sterile, lyric psalm
Almost like drugs in his reserves,
Though drugs had not helped out this time –
Another reason for the church,
To give his life a brand-new rhyme...
A just reward for brand-new search.

A careful yellow-pages search
Revealed church listings by the score,
He closed his eyes to find the church,
Brought down his thumb on Restore Faith;
A church named Restore Faith, he thought,
Might satisfy his needs, for sure,
Though too much change would not be sought –
Enough for temporary cure.

The next Lord's Day he set alarm
To make sure he was up in time,
He figured church would do no harm,
Might even be worthwhile, sublime;
Restore Faith Church's parking lot
Filled five acres of new asphalt,
At last he found a parking spot
And took a long walk by default.

When he got close he felt the beat
And heard through amps he knew were huge,
He sensed vibrations in his feet
And when he entered...sound deluge;
The music leader wore his jeans
With holes at both knees, threads awry,
His T-shirt pictured palm-tree scenes,
His mike mouth-close as either eye.

There was a praise-team – mini-skirts
For all four girls in hip-hop groove,
Four guys with wild unbuttoned shirts
Joined with the girls in every move;
They sang “Praise God” some fifty times,
Then sang “Praise Christ” some fifty more,
These three words passed for all their rhymes,
He sat there stunned, both eardrums sore.

And then the preacher came stage-right
Dressed all in earth-tones...sort of beige...
With gold necklace that was so bright
Reflected foot-lights lit the stage;
In ear-locked mike he screamed “Praise God,”
And then said “Let's give God a hand,”
The clapping crashed...then with a nod
He stopped it cold...and cued praise-band.

The singers and the band conspired
For fifteen minutes so amped-up
That words were never heard, just mired
In chaos titled “Bitter Cup;”
And then the preacher reappeared,
Said “Let's praise God,” the people clapped,
He preached that Satan was not feared
Except by those when tithes they zapped.

A quarter-hour the preacher spoke,
His ears still ringing, he took note,
The subject: “Fix it 'cause it's broke,”
Delivered as if just by rote;
One size fits all, he then surmised,
Is what the preacher emphasized...
Just pay the tenth and be surprised
As blessings are then realized.

He left before the final prayer
To beat the crowd across the lot,
His misery was not still there
Since he had learned what he was not,
To wit, he was not greedy...no,
Or suckered by the morning show...
Or satisfied with status quo—
But knew of God he had to know.

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For the sake of a bit of nostalgia, important during the current pervasive malaise that is a mark of postmodern politics and the greed of a couple of generations, as well as a bit of humor, why not take a look at a couple of books that remark in a light way some of the events, especially connected to the Democrat party, that took place 2004-2010. They're described in the left column, DEMOCRATS & Other Suspects 2004-08 and Democrat World 2008-10, a sort of recession account treated humorously. John Kerry thought he had a lock on the presidency in 2004, when the Ohio returns shot him down, and Barack Hussein Obama saw his Affordable Care Act—also known as Obamacare, among other appellations—enacted into law, with new costly features of the act becoming known as the days go by, as Speaker Pelosi promised, with the employer mandate already years behind in its implementation by...yep...executive order, so what else is new? It’s all in good fun and represents for one thing that politicians, like all others, have feet made of clay and brains that are sometimes on vacation, if not altogether removed from the planet, the case for some of them.

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First Atomic Bomb Detonated 16 July 1945

Alamagordo, New Mexico

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