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Drive Thru Bible

07 Aug

What an interesting trip through New Hampshire!  I crossed Jordan (okay not the river, but Jordan Street) and entered into Canaan.  Over the next several hours I was in Gilead and Bethel.  I was in the mountains of New Hampshire and in between these towns and villages there was nothing but forests and mountains.  Oh, and also passed through Santa’s Village which looked more like a circus and for me was just too out 0f place.  The only other thing of note, at least to me, was I felt like any time I’d see Billy Bob step out onto one of the wooden verandas of the houses scattered about, with a bottle of moonshine slung over his shoulder.  Truly!  There were remnants of the old pick-up trucks that we’d see in the old movies with the moonshine runners.

Mountains of New Hampshire

Back to the drive thru bible.  It got me to wondering what went wrong.  This must have been one hell of a land to settle and the people must have been desperate and determined, and most of all they must have been “god fearing,” when they settled this land.  They had to literally carve their way through the woods, clear a way to even begin to see land they could build upon.  I took a photograph of one chimney with the year 1878 em-blazed upon it.  Likely the land was settled long before that and it beats me all to he** how they even got up here; my car even though new was chugging up those mountain sides.  I can only imagine one horsepower and a wagon climbing through those forests, carving the roadway as they proceeded.

I also got the sense of there having been (and possibly still is) a very redneck population and had visions of the Klu Klux Klan.  Were they inhabitants of these areas I drove through; possibly, but certainly I felt a presence.  That wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out to be an historical truth.  Where religion moves in so does man made bigotry and doctrine; the white man’s way.  I saw only one or two people who were not “white” skinned; these were men working the road construction crew.

Does racism exist in the backwoods of America, even amongst those who struggle to make a living; not in the power boardrooms of America but the backwoods?  And if it does, did religion have a play, a say in this?  Likely for religion has been the crucible for many a horror; wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Drive thru bible; towns named after places found in the Bible/Torah – were the settlers from those mid-eastern parts; Palestine, Canaan?  Perhaps they were from Ireland or Scotland and used the bible to name their new homes, much like we used to name our children after folks from the bible.  Heaven only knows the intent; perhaps a good one, a prayerful name with expectations that YHWH would reside there with them in Gilead or Bethel or Canaan, and that their lives would be blessed.

I have no idea of the history of the area, can only speak of what I saw as I drove through, occasionally stopping.  Small villages, sparsely populated and with miles and miles and miles between them.

The other rather common landmark, when one would look for churches, was the Jehovah Witness Kingdom Halls; there seemed to be more of that denomination than others, at least on the highways upon which I travelled.

Interesting to see what will unfold in the days and years to come.  Will those from the city flee to the mountains when food and water becomes unavailable; returning to live off the land?  Certainly there is more uninhabited space than inhabited.  Like I said in another post, it seems to me that 75% of this country (USA) is without population.  We could certainly afford to let several countries move in, bag and baggage, and still have plenty of space for growth and development.

 

This Land

03 Aug

It is around 6 a.m. and I hear the sea gulls and crows and the light hum of traffic going by on Mt. Desert Street.  It seems a rather odd name for a street that is just a few hundred yards or so from the ocean’s shore.  I’ve been awake for a while quietly meditating, thinking about today and what to do.  No solutions, other than to say that like the rest of this “road trip” I shall simply do whatever the moment impresses upon me.

I am in Bar Harbor, Maine.  I arrived yesterday late afternoon and was fortunate to find, at least, a motel room which serves me well.  I’ve never been one to care much about the “room I intended to sleep in”; my eyes are closed when I sleep, so who cares.  And, I certainly never intend to spend any time, other than for sleeping (and, okay blogging…but hey it’s early and nothing is open) in whatever accommodations I find on a holiday.

Yesterday when I left Boston I chose to take the rinky dink roadway, to stay off the interstate highways.  So, I lolly gaggingly (no such word, but I like it) started driving north on 1A along the coast line.  Mother nature more than cooperated and in fact out did herself; it was a glorious day and because I am such an early bird, it was cool when I made my first stop – by my mentor, the sea – to do some photography.  Sadly, I cannot show you any of the photos as this time because this computer doesn’t support the memory card of my camera (boohoo); so I’ll have to try and paint a picture with words.

First, no problem with places to park in the tiny village by the sea.  So, parked, I got out and started to walk.  The tide was rolling its way out and the ocean floor was exposed and families of ducks and sea gulls strolled the beach together.  “Hmm,” were my thoughts.  It’s like they aren’t even thinking things like they don’t belong together, or “hey you, this is my turf, get lost.”  They just strutted about and every now and then one of them would pierce the muddy waters, fishing with his beak.  They were just out for an early morning stroll.  Other members of their respective family weren’t quite so energetic; just at the water’s edge they floated and bobbed as the tide washed in and out.  In the far distance was a huge ship.  I couldn’t tell if a passenger ship or trolley or whatever.  It just was there where sea met sky.  The mist had already lifted for the day and to the left (so it must have been east) the sun was burning away the remnants of the night and dispelling the clouds.  I managed to catch a few of the diamond sparkles it left dancing on the waters; it was like they were laughing and playing.

Much of the morning continued on like this; I’ll write more later, for I want to get to the point of this blog.

I find that “THIS LAND” is pretty vacant.  I am speaking of the journey along the interstate highways.  I found that it is no different to the journey along the interstate highways in Canada.  There are cities and towns and villages that we know of; that have made it to a map.  However, driving along this land, in the interior of both of our countries – interior of provinces and states – I dare to say that most of this land is uninhabited.  How very sad were my thoughts; thinking of  people from countries seeking refuge from wars (civil and tribal) and famine and water shortage and disease.  This is tragic – for we’ve turned them away because “they can’t  contribute to our economy.”

Humanity, judged by the dollar value it might add or should add, before being allowed to enter this land that they might live.  Is this the legacy we want to leave our children and the generations to come?

You know the old saying, “What goes around comes around.”  I absolutely believe this because life, love – is a perfect circle.

As I continued driving on the interstate I was thinking, “Well, North America, your hay day is over. Once you, we, could have done so much good for so many people.  Now it is too late and for all I know, the table shall turn and we will be reaching out to those we denied for help.”  I wondered, “Will they be so cold, so heartless and uncaring.”

This land; once “the” place to be. No longer I am afraid, no longer.

Even here in Bar Harbor, overflowing with wealth  (locals & tourists alike) a single man strolled through the streets and parks, digging into garbage cans.  At first collecting bottles.  He kept popping up in my stroll….and then I saw he had taken out a partially eaten ice cream cone some one had dumped into the garbage.  Everyone looked, myself included, but continued along, as though he didn’t exist.  He’d have to be dead not to feel the eyes that gazed at him; some belittlingly others sorrowfully…but still, we all continued like he wasn’t there.

This land, previously with outstretched hand and welcoming arms to the foreigner.  Now, it seems to all appearances that our hearts have hardened, turned to ice, for in seeing things like this – heck, maybe we don’t even see it anymore because it is so common place.  That is a worse tragedy than seeing and not acting.  Are we really blind to things like the poverty, disease and dying of our brothers and sisters; our own neighbours or even our own immediate family? If so, why is this; when did we turn the corner?

Thoughts of a song this morning “Lord, fill this land with the Father’s Glory.” and interpreted by my Spirit – “The Father’s Glory is Love!”  We’ve removed the Father’s Glory from this land; one at a time, you and I, have been peeling away, dismantling the Father’s Glory.

 

WW II Battleship Sailor Tells Obama to Shape Up or Ship Out!

17 Jul

This venerable and much honored WW II vet is well known in Hawaii for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organizations and causes all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body, he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now. He dictated this letter  to a friend, signed it and mailed it to the president.


Dear President Obama,


My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year.  People meeting me for the first time don’t believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.


I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos’n Mate.  Now I live in a “rest home” located on the western end of Pearl Harbor , allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.


One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.


So here goes.


I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.
I can’t figure out what country you are the president of.
You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:


” We’re no longer a Christian nation”
” America is arrogant” – (Your wife even announced to the world,” America is mean-spirited. “  Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.)

I’d say shame on the both of you, but I don’t think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you.  To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.

After 9/11 you said,” America hasn’t lived up to her ideals.”
Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British?  Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War?  I hope you didn’t mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.

I don’t think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination.  You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.


Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man.


Shape up and start acting like an American.  If you don’t, I’ll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue .  You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.


And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don’t want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts , who was putting up a fight?  You don’t mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don’t want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.


One more thing.  I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you’re the Commander-in-Chief now, son.  Do your job.  When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him.  But if you’re not in this fight to win, then get out.  The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you’re thinking of.


You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.
You’re not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy.  That’s not our greatest threat.  Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now. And I sure as hell don’t want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle…

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

Snopes confirms as true:  
http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/haroldestes.asp

When a 95 year old hero of the “the Greatest Generation” stands up and speaks out like this, I think we owe it to him to send his words to as many Americans as we can. Please pass it on.