RAMBLINGS

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SORROW IN GHANA IS WHEN A CHILD OF GOD DIES, FOR LACK OF MONEY FOR TREATMENT.  MY BEAUTIFUL PRECIOUS KWAME, JUST LOST HIS SISTER BECAUSE SURGERY WOULD NOT BE DONE, UNTIL THE MONEY WAS PAID UP FRONT.  SHE DIED BEFORE HE COULD GET THE NECESSARY MONEY, SENT TO THE FAMILY BY WESTERN UNION.  IT AMOUNTED TO ABOUT $150 AMERICAN DOLLARS.  CAN YOU IMAGINE?  DO WE REALIZE, RICH OR POOR HOW LUCKY WE ARE IN THIS COUNTRY.  WHEN A SURGICAL PROCEDURE IS NEEDED, THE DRS. DO NOT HESITATE TO OPERATE. POVERTY IS A TERRIBLE THING.  WE SHOULD HUMBLE OURSELVES IN THIS POSITION FOR A FEW DAYS.  IN OUR COUNTRY OF PLENTY, WE HAVE ARROGANCE & GREED.  HEAVEN HELP US! THANK GOD THAT YOU WERE FORTUNATE ENOUGH, TO BE BORN IN THIS COUNTRY.

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AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY

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DARRELL SCOTT, RACHEL SCOTT’S FATHER’S COMMENTS ON THE TRAGEDY AT COLUMBINE HIGH SCHOOL.

Guess our national leaders didn’t expect this, hmm? On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton , Colorado , was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out f or answers.”The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain’s heart.

“In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA – because I don’t believe that they are responsible for my daughter’s death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel’s murder I would be their strongest opponent.

I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy — it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best.

They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness.. The following is a portion of the transcript:

 


Your laws ignore our deepest needs,
Your words are empty air.
You’ve stripped away our heritage,
You’ve outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere,
And ask the question “Why?”
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand,
That God is what we need!

Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational
systems for most of our nation’s history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine’s tragedy occurs — politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts.
“As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in

America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA — I give to you a sincere challenge.. Dare to examine your
own heart before casting the first stone!My daughter’s death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!”

 

 

Do what the media did not – – let the nation hear this man’s speech.. Please send this out to everyone you can.

God Bless

In GOD We Trust!  

GRIEF & DYING

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   Grief takes many forms.  First there is the numbness & disbelief that the situation exists.  When reality sets in, the pain of physical, emotional, financial loss takes over.  People may either

         come around to assist you & comfort you or they choose to stay away for some reason.  Who knows the reason?  Either way, your loss becomes intense & painful, as time progresses.  The waiting, many revivals as the roller coaster ride begins each day!  Life has now changed for you forever!  God is in charge.  Only HE knows the day that death will come to release the pain.

         We decided to stay in familiar surroundings of our home, with family around surrounding us with love.  But because of my disability, I needed some home care added to Hospice services. The most

         economic way, is to have a live-in.  Average costs may be around $125 a day.  Average hourly rates may be around $14.50-$16.50 per hour. Besides caring for the patient, they also do light housekeeping, cooking, & care for my needs.  One downfall is that you must be able to provide a room for them.  If you are short on bedrooms, then it becomes a problem for the family to visit you.  You may or may not have to supply their meals.  The other drawback is that while the live-in is sleeping, someone else must take a shift, to help patient at night.  So either you will also need an hourly caregiver or you yourself, will have to help him.

         I had excellent caregivers, but since there were so many different people, at first it bothered me.  I felt a loss of privacy & space.  My people tried to keep me focused with time for myself.  But at a time like this, it is never a good situation, but they do their best to make you & the patient comfortable. I forgot that they were here to help me.  Instead, I wanted to be the perfect hostess & make everyone feel at home.  It was also hard to find time for myself, as I wanted to be with my husband.

         You may find that this stressful time brings out the worse in some of your family.  Old wounds & issues seem to crop up.  Try to not let them involve you in their squabbles.  You have enough on your plate.

         As Wayne deteriorated, it was suggested that I contact an undertaker.  I was told that giving notice of an upcoming death, eases things at the end.

         So now we wait for the decline again, which may result in another revival.  Such is life!  We do not know the time of our going in & coming out.  It is in God’s hands!

 

RE     REST IN PEACE, MY LOVE!

 

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POETRY

 

CAN DEATH BE FAR AWAY?

 

Upon the bed, he lays,

Yet so very still,

His body rigid, limp,

Moves not, against his will.

Days pass, unbeknownst to him,

Loneliness, he accepts.

As the days progress.

The weeks pass readily,

He quietly accepts his fate,

Questions, “Why can’t I move?”

His life ebbs ever so slowly,

But never realizes,

That soon- too soon-

Death is beyond the door,

How beautiful the ending be-

A mind frozen in time,

Not aware of what waits for him,

And thee!

Only, Alice are you there?

“Come down & see me,”

He calls endlessly, for the love,

His bride of fifty years.

Her heart heavy with grief

Bears the pain with dignity,

And sets his heart & mind

At rest, for the long sleep-

Where the angels await,

His body with no imperfections,

Heavenly gates open to free

His imprisoned body, at last!

 

Footnote:

My husband is now being cared for by Hospice.

He is deteriorating quickly.

But there is time to prepare, for what no one knows

The day of resolution!