Even Worse Than a Mistake

I hate making mistakes. Yet, I make them all the time. I go behind myself repeatedly in hopes of catching them all. However, I still let them get by, unfortunately, regularly.

There is one thing worse than making a mistake. As I say, I spend a lot of time proofreading. Sometimes I think I made a mistake and I correct it. Only to realize I was right to begin with. It is, of course, worse than the mistake.

It would sure be nice to be perfect. To be sure, there are those who except nothing less than perfection. Obviously, they will not be satisfied with me. It used to really bother me. Not so much anymore. I do the best I can. Somehow I think I get my point across. That is good enough for me. If you really want to pick at the details, that’s your problem. Because of details, you miss the point. Sometimes, that point is important.

Then again, missing the point might be your desire.

Sure Wish I Bought That Generator

So, we, the wife and I sit in the dark. Well, not quite. It blacked out 4 times for a short time. Close enough to make me set my mind on buying a generator next chance I get.

But, wait. Generators cost money and require maintenance. And, of course they aren’t needed while we have power. Do I really want to go out and buy something I won’t use for a year? Who knows? I might not ever use it.

In fact, I might end up selling it for half what it cost. Then, I will lose power the next day. Isn’t that the way it goes?

Personally, I think it’s a conspiracy by those who build generators.

As it would happen. This time I really need that generator. It’s dark. I wonder if all the hardware stores are sold out. Then again, maybe it’s time to buy some ice.

Numbers

I can remember the first time we got a phone, about 1958 or so. It had a little place where a piece of paper was inserted under the plastic. When the phone man installed the phone, he put the paper with the number on it under the plastic and none of us in the family had any problems remembering the number.

Of course, already we have an adage, that is to say an old saying, relating to it. We never remember our own number because we never call ourselves. Well, when I was younger, I didn’t have a problem remembering things. Now that I have trouble remembering my name, these cell phone companies expect me to remember my number, like that’s going to happen.

There is no convenient slot or piece of plastic to put a number under. In addition, most cell phones are black, making it difficult to write something on it. So, every time someone asks me my number, I suggest I call them and they use the caller ID.

No. That’s dumb. Sometimes it’s next to impossible. I suppose I could carry a card around with the number on it but I’d only lose it. Or worse, I’d still have it but I might spend fifteen minutes looking for it. Now there’s a thought for folks standing in a long, long line.

I do have something of a solution. My phone has a note pad. Mostly, I don’t use it. However, it does now have my number. Now, the trick is getting to that note pad while I’m in that long, long line. Do you have any idea how impatient people can be? And, of course, they angrier they get, the more difficult it is for me to find it.

Now, will those phone companies ever put a place for a number on a cell phone for me? Will they ever put something in the phone OS, that would make it easy for me to look it up? I don’t think so, leastwise until enough of us old folks start complaining. We need to tell them, no one remembers their own number. We need just a little help. Please. It’s not as if we are asking for a complete redesign of the phone. Just a small simple modification.

I suspect the first company that makes the modification will benefit greatly.

Tial by Jury

In recent events justice has added a new tool, cameras caried by the police. Personally, for the sake of the officers, I wish that it had been added much sooner. Just a personal opinion. I suspect that it would have likely cleared many officers of false accusations, and more quickly. Perhaps that riot in Saint Luis would have never happened if the officer had a photo of the perp reaching for his gun. Maybe not. Some people just like to riot. Any reason will do. I suspect, too that it would have helped keep the officers on their best behavior, good for police and suspects.

The thing is that it has added a quirk to our justice system. People who are ignorant of our jury system simply don’t understand the reasoning behind not releasing the videos right away. There are some real ones, you know. It is to the advantage of all parties involved.

If the officers are to be prosecuted, they deserve a fair trial with an unbiased jury. If the officers are to be cleared, the authorities making that decision should be able to completely examine the evidence, physical, eyewitnesses as well as the videos. Finally, let’s face it. The video idea is not perfect. Sometimes they provide little or no proof whatsoever.

In any case, if the videos are released to the public, it might make it impossible to grant the officer(s) an impartial jury, being as they might have seen the videos on TV and heard comments by news anchors that will bias a large part of the public. Indeed, it might not be possible at all. It actually might permit the officers to get off on a technicality, though everyone knows they are guilty. At the very least, it will complicate the trial. It might disallow the very videos that might convict them.

Sometimes I wonder. I’m just a high school grad. I never had any law school. But I know these things. I don’t understand why most people are not aware of them. Worst of all, why is it that the media push to see the videos so very much knowing that it might poison the jury pool. Why do they permit some to speak from a podium knowing the complications they introduce.

I just guess they don’t like the idea of impartial juries. Maybe they will one day come to their senses when they are the ones who are relaying on the impartiality of twelve people who, just might have pre-judged them as the result of some news story or stories. Indeed, the innocent reporter might be convicted be a the partial jury.

Controllers in Control of the Churches

It is no new idea of mine that it is time for our churches to rid themselves of control by DC. One might ask, “How is Washington controlling our churches?” By the tax-exempt status. The law says that if the preacher speaks on politics, then they are in danger of losing their tax-exempt status. Therefore, they don’t speak on politics. Therefore, DC controls the subject from the pulpits. It is the same way that Washington controls the schools, the speed limits and who knows how many other things.

But, if we give up our exempt status, then people will stop giving to the church. They will go to other churches. Sounds just exactly like what they want us to say. Hence, I say, DC has control of the churches. Right now, it is in a minor way. However, I suggest it will only get worse, not better.

Moreover, I don’t think God likes the idea of Old Joe controlling what is said from the pulpit. If God directs the preacher to speak on the subject, regardless of the subject, Joe really ought not have any say.

Next, do they call abortion a political issue. Already, it is getting difficult to bring up homosexuality, though the Bible makes it quite clear that it is not political. What happens when Old Man Joe fusses for churches speaking about January 6. The instant a preacher says those imprisoned should be pardoned, bang, there goes the tax status.

After a while, the line between politics and religion will be blurred more and more through time. Better that we lie down the gauntlet now. Tell them, it’s First Amendment territory. They have no business telling us what we preach or when we preach it. It is called freedom of speech. It’s called freedom of religion. It’s not called Remote control by DC by improper taxation.

We might lose some folks from the pews. Maybe it is better.

Then again, those churches that don’t mind receiving instruction from DC, then, by all means, say nothing about politics. Say nothing about abortion. Say nothing homosexuality. Careful about what say about crime and law enforcement. Mostly, don’t say a word about the candidates and what they believe. If we take money, then it’s not legal.

As my aside. Bear in mind, there are churches that have no problems maintaining their tax-exempt status while talking about politics, politicians and even encouraging politicians to speak from their podiums. They teach what the dems teach and they have no difficulty in blatantly disobeying the law. The dems have no difficulty blatantly ignoring the disobedience. And of course, one must be very careful about pointing this out.

The Great Counterfeiter

I suppose it’s been close to 10 years now. Not absolutely sure it’s true, but the story goes like this. A group of high school kids, as an experiment, decided to see if they could make and pass off counterfeit money produced with a scanner and high-quality color printer. When they found out they could, they did.

Of course, that’s not legal, even if it works. For a couple of weeks, it had the Desoto County, MS area in something of a tizzy. Once discovered by the authorities, they started trying to chase the source down. On the other hand, when the merchants and banks found out, they started checking the money they received with a fine tooth comb.

To be sure, when just a few start making their own money, to some extent, we all suffer. There are reasons for this. If it is permitted to continue, it devalues the currency. Foreign countries are less likely to honor the real stuff. Besides, it’s all just plain wrong, even if it is an experiment.

Throughout the history of our country, there have been folks trying to make money, the wrong way. We are supposed to go out and get a job, not print it. Unfortunately, money is not the only thing around that folks try to counterfeit. Certainly, works of art signatures, watches, and would you believe, purses are just a few things that people try to copy well enough to pass off as originals. Selling Rolex watches that aren’t made by Rolex have been the plot of many a story. Not being an expert, I don’t know how prevalent that is. However, can you imagine spending a thousand dollars for a watch that is nothing but a knockoff. Worse yet, the thing might not even keep good time. (in itself, that would be a blot on Rolex)

This begs the question, why do people counterfeit? For what purpose do they go to such great lengths to defraud their fellow citizens. While it might seem a simple question to which there is a simple answer, it is a little more complicated. Well, think… what about our Southaven students. They just wanted to see if they could.

And so, it is with many. There is something of a pride that goes with the success of producing a painting that looks just like a Renoir. Then too, it is something of a silent pride that must be kept quiet. Then too, it might be used as a type of weapon. During WWII, the Germans from time to time tried to dump fake money into our system. It provided a double advantage for them. First, it helped them with their war effort, and second, it could have caused a meltdown of our economy.

There is an odd feeling of accomplishment. Even when they know that they will eventually be caught, they do it just for the sake of being able to say, “I did it.” To some degree, the wealth they derive is somewhat secondary to some.

There is something of another question involved. To succeed, the counterfeit must resemble the original. It seems simple but people have gone to all kinds of lengths to make a fake twenty-dollar bill look like just exactly like the original. On the other side, the US mint is going to all sorts of lengths to make impossible to copy, which, by the way, increases the costs of legally making money. When we pull out that twenty to pay for that hamburger and fries, we take it for granted. However, a great deal of money went into the design and printing of those bills. Fortunately, they keep the price down by making a few thousand at a time.

Nonetheless, occasionally, someone comes along and finds a way to get away with it for a while. It’s one of those things that provides job security for the Secret Service as well as the rest of law enforcement. It also keeps the banks busy checking what they bring in as well as what they disperse. No bank wants to get the reputation of passing bad money.

There is however, one counterfeiter who has been getting away with it a long time. For thousands of years, he has counterfeited the work of God. Satan promises the same happiness as God and, like all counterfeiters, provides nothing but grief. He promises the good life and, in the end, he causes death.

Of course, to counterfeit God’s work, he has to make it look good and he does. Indeed, billions have been taken in by his false promises and hopes. Without exception, what he provided the world was pain and suffering. In the Garden of Eden, what he has done for the human race, was to deceive mankind into death and men have been paying for it ever since.

Why do men fall for his counterfeit happiness. It’s simple. It looks good. The successful counterfeits always do. So, we humans, look at the counterfeit and chose it over the real thing. It is a choice of deception, and it will not go away until the devil himself goes away.

As the banks check those twenties, it would behoove us to take a second look. Let’s make sure we aren’t accepting counterfeit happiness instead of the real thing… that which is provided by God, our maker, our provider and our savior. That which the devil and his minions provide are, in the end, far too expensive.

By the way folks, lest you get the wrong idea, I too have been deceived and from time to time am deceived to this day. I speak from experience not theory. Sorrows, never happiness, follow sin. Now, into my 70s, I know about what I speak. If you be wise, learn from my mistakes. Chose God, not the counterfeiter. Chose happiness, not sorrow, pain and grief.

Is It Is, or Is It Was?

Odd question, isn’t it? Is it something that still is, or is it something that was, that is to say, no longer exists. The question came to mind as I was watching one of those Law-and-Order things. don’t remember which. I think it was filmed a year or two before the China virus.

In the background was a large restaurant. I ignored the foreground for a while and looked at the restaurant. There it was. I suspect it was a real restaurant with real owners and real employees. I suspect they had a regular clientele right there in NY, NY someplace. I wonder if it still is. I wonder if it is one of those places that was and is no more.

Perhaps the owner went bankrupt. Perhaps he was one of those horrible statistics. NY, NY was one of the hardest hit cities. Moreover, the mayor and governor had no idea what they were doing. Even if the restaurant is still there, they might have lost many of their regulars. There were many restaurant goers who no longer go to restaurants.

It is another reminder that one day, in a country halfway around the world, a lab was doing unthinkable research and one of the greatest disasters ever, began when some of those super microscopic semi-living organisms escaped and the world will never be the same.

President Trump said it started in China so he called it the China virus. I watched as it spread, first from the west and then from the east to my little corner of the world. I think I had it twice. I guess God decided to keep me around for a while. I suffered, yes, but I’m still here. Don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. I don’t have nearly the energy.

I watched it on TV. First, they talked about tens, then hundreds the hundreds of thousands. It spread so fast, sort of like it was designed to do that. My thought was it was those horrid Chinese. Then my eyes were opened. We financed that research. It was money from this country that killed the millions. No one really pays any attention once we start talking thousands.

As for me, I like to think in terms of individuals. So, here I am wondering if that restaurant is or if it was.

How quickly the dems accuse Republicans of being Nazis. Yet, can one dem point out one Republican that caused more death than Fauci. Has there ever been a conservative that has caused such disruption to international trade and travel. Has so much as one person on the right side of the isle caused 2- and 3-year-olds to wear masks on airlines, when they knew they do no good. And by the way, does anyone remember that the airlines, all of them almost went bankrupt.

Let’s put Fauci in prison and throw the key away, the sooner the better.

All or Nothing

If I say I will do a thing for you and then you help with it, can I really say I did something for you?

Of course not. I simply, to some degree, helped you. I cannot say that I totally did that thing for you.

If God does something for you and you say you helped, you lie, unless you really helped. No one can help in your salvation, which is absolutely impossible. You can neither save yourself nor can your help in your salvation. The sooner you face that, the closer you are to true salvation. God said that He will save you if you put your faith in Him. That means you acknowledge you need salvation and that means that you put your faith in Him, totally. This does not mean some faith in him and some faith in yourself. It does not work that way.

Worse, when you try to contribute to your salvation, you are doubting Him, saying that his work is not sufficient, that he needs help from you. Also, you are trying to say that you are good enough to help. That simply is not true.

It is an all or nothing proposition. You either put your total faith in Him or you have not any faith in him at all.

I find no place in the Bible that says as much, but it does seem a good way for God to deal with our pride. Those that go to heaven will not be able to brag about how they helped in their salvation. There will be no boasting, “I helped twenty percent” while another boasts I helped thirty percent. Those that go to heaven will all have to admit that they helped zero percent. If there is any bragging to do, it will be on our Lord Jesus Christ. It was upon his shoulders that all sin was placed. It was He who died and He who arose from the dead on the third day as prophesied. It was Him who took the scourging of the whips and It was Him Who died on the cross in our place. In no way did we help Him at any point along the way. And, in a thumbnail sketch, that is how we were saved.

Does anyone really want to boast that he or she helped. Did he hang on the cross with Jesus? Did he actually bear the penalty of his own sin? Did he die and then come back from the grave to live forever? Of course not. We none of us has anywhere near the power. That is why He did it for us. That is why we must put our faith in Him and not in ourselves.

Remember: faith plus works is not faith at all.

Believable? Really?

Rarely does a situation come up where you just know the federal government is lying. One such situation was the report on the Kennedy assassination. I don’t have any idea how many believe that one, but it can’t be many. Too many holes in it. Actually, too many obvious holes in it. Too much secrecy. To many efforts to cover things up.

However, I’d like to call a new one to your attention today, the so-called suicide of the former monster we knew as Jeffrey Epstein. Oddly they are trying to say he committed suicide.

Actually, in a roundabout way, I do believe them. I don’t know about you, but I have seen more than one movie where the disgraced man is handed a gun. Then, of course, he is expected to us it…on himself.

I guess such things happened. I don’t know for sure. Likely there were a few German generals that were treated like that. The implication of course, “Avoid the disgrace. Kill yourself and permit your family to live on without the dishonor.”

You might ask, would I suggest that a monster like Epstein commit suicide? Probably not. I really don’t think the man had honor. On the other hand, he did have friends and relatives. Just how important to they were to him, I don’t know. In killing himself, he just might have proved he did care about them.

I mean, it would have been very easy for one of the guards to deliver him a message. Then of course, they would all leave him alone long enough for the threat to work.

With all the famous rich people who have so much at stake, it is easy for me to believe that the threat was made. It is far easier to believe that than the far out story some government officials thought up.

The thing is, it matters not. Just as with Kennedy, they don’t really expect us to believe it. With all that is at stake, no one will ever disprove it. Those that have the courage lack the means. Those who have the means, lack the courage. We don’t really have to swallow the story, just pretend we do.

And so it is, one of the most unbelievable stories in history will stand for the duration. All those involved with the monster, those that took the trip out to his little island can rest easy. No one will ever disclose their secrets. (May I remind a few of you? Pres. Clinton was one of those who took his plane out to the island a time or three. I guess he managed to slip through another one, though it cost the life of his fiend of a friend.)

A Loaf of Bread

I had a loaf of bread. The loaf had 16 slices. Not one slice more. Not one slice less.

It wasn’t much. But it was my bread. Alas I have it no more. For it was taken from me, not all at once; but little by little.

I was glad I had my bread. It would be good for food, for nutrition, for sustenance.

Then one day, a man approached and said, give me four slices. I said, “But it’s my bread.”

To which he replied, “You have more than enough. When you give me four, you’ll still have twelve. Besides, if you don’t give it me, I will tell everyone far and wide that you are stingy. You will not share your loaf of bread though you have more than you need.

An hour later, the man returned and said to me, “Give me four slices.”

I enquired, “What happened to the four I gave to you but a while ago”

He replied, “What difference does it make. I have none and you have twelve. Just give me four or I will surely spread it far and wide that you do not believe in sharing.”

An hour later… well by now, you see the pattern. The man took all my bread. However, you know what? I found he squandered it all. He ate not one slice. He needed it not. He just wanted it because it was mine not his.

Now, sadly I have no bread.

One day, I had freedom and a man came by and said, “Give me but one little slice of your freedom. You have more than you need. You will not miss it. Besides, you inherited it. It was given to you by your ancestors. You worked not for it. Why should you have it.