Sunday, July 5, 2026

Thoughts about the movie Young Washington. reminiscing:

 I bet I won’t like this movie!



40 years ago, there was a movement of preachers in our sphere who thought it was unto edification to present the forefathers of our country as the spiritual icons that they were.  They took precious preaching time and presented us with their writings and prayers and testimonies about them, etc., etc.

I was livid!  As you could quite imagine, a young black activist, just having been delivered from socialist thinking and with an enormous chip on my shoulder about the slave trade and the degradation of black people, I was not going to have it!  I tell you I wont have it!   I won’t participate in the justification of these people for the sins of their fathers and our fathers.   I am a proud American, but that is where I draw the Line, I tell you!   

God had shortly before arrested my heart that it was my spiritual responsibility to submit to those who rule over you in the Lord and regard them highly for their works sake.  They are the ones who must give an account for your souls!   Needless say it was with a begrudging spirit that I attended the stated meetings of the church in that season.  

This Pastor and that pastor from churches far and wide came with their diggings of prayers and writings of the founding fathers.  Slowly and very begrudgingly, I repeat, I started to grow in my pride of my nation and of my faith as a Christian.   I had learned to apologise because my upbringing had made me believe that Protestantism and my personal protestantism was and afterthought and perhaps, just perhaps, I might still be on a fools errand, regarding “the things most surely believed among us.”  God’s word was my one and only true friend and trust and if it didn’t pass the test of God’s word it was going in the trash.  Even if Pastor Martin himself was the purveyor of it!  He had proven himself a safe and godly guide through the scriptures into biblical thinking and living.   We knew that we didn’t know everything.   We knew we needed direction and instruction and we were coming to the best church we could find to get it.  Many people from many parts of the country believed that Pastor Martin was forging a path in the middle of the many weeds of Christendom that had take authority in those days.  He was preaching God’s word to our nation and we were receiving it and attempting to align our lives as repentance and faith would have us walk.  

Every Sunday we were taken to the woodshed and wallopped for our worldly thinking and deadly attachment to this world and our sins.  The dearness of the sore bottoms we received spiritually brought us back each week looking for more.  Our ambitions were driven by our love for God and His people and of a desire to seek God for His improvement of us in our relationships and life.


Well, if I was going to appreciate the new season of the church that we were in, I would have to see the research about these founding fathers with my own two eyes.   I would have to do my own research, find my own stuff about them and look for myself.  I did the research.   I found the books, in and out of the library.  I took the time and read the prayers and saw their biblical perspectives, some of which were forged, in places we had been to.   I learned to love them, even if I didn’t agree with them.  I learned to love the brethren who traced their lineages proudly to these men, even if I couldn’t relate to their pride of place in that way.


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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.