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Thursday, February 15, 2018

Providence or Coincidence

                      Providence or Coincidence

     Sometimes life throws us curve balls we don’t plan on. I have been dead twice already, but that was fourteen years ago. As you will read later in this post, I think I will be here for the rapture, but it better get here pretty quick. I am receiving Agent Orange Compensation for my heart condition, also was diagnosed with congestive heart failure.  My mobility has really gone downhill the last three years.  It has reached the point I use the electric carts at Walmart.  I remember thinking those people need to get up and exercise, but now I realize that is not always possible.
      My daughter tells me I need to exercise and I tell her if it was that simple the government would not be giving me the money they are. My answer to those people now is, “ You know how you feel when you want to do that one extra rep and it is just not there, Well that is the way I feel as soon as I standup.  At seventy plus years old I have several other problems also. Obesity is a big part of it. In the past right before my heart attack I lost 90 pounds, but now not being able to exercise it is a lot harder.  I need to try though as part of the “vision” I had requires me to be walking.  So if I am going to be here for the rapture it needs to be getting here.

    In the course of writing this I learned something else I had never noticed before. You will see why I find April Fool’s Day significant when you read the story, but I just learned some more trivia on the matter. Well Easter and April Fool’s Day are on the same day this year.  Checking Google to see how often that happens, it seems the last time was in 1956, which is a bit ironic. I have a brother who is 10 years younger than me and born in December 1956. That means, counting back nine months he was conceived around Easter1956. It sure surprised my parents, as they were told my Mom could have no more children after I was born.  I almost killed my Mom kicking my way out. The irony in it is that I find Easter and April Fool’s Day have been significant in my life more than once and at seventy plus years of age I just realized that.

                                               A Vision?

       In January, 1967, I went to bed, and, best as I can remember, everything was normal.  I had not been drinking nor doing drugs. I did at that point drink sometimes, but I had never tried drugs other than those prescribed by a doctor.  The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window of my room in the barracks looking out.  The window was open, and it was a nice spring like night.  As I looked, I saw two people walking down the street across from the barracks.  All of sudden, I realized one of the two people was me. I was telling the person with me about the Bible and the coming of the Lord.

      It was or seemed like a spring like night. One thing I noticed was that I had this peace about me. It was a peace that surpassed all understanding.  It was a peace to the core of my being.   Believe me, that was not the state of my life at that moment in time.  The next thing I knew, the heavens parted and I saw Christ coming forth on a white horse, with an Army in white, and a golden staircase preceded him. Trumpets blared, and the earth shook, and people started running in all directions and screaming.  Again I noticed that peace about me. All of a sudden, it was over.

        The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window and looking out. However, it was not a spring like night.  It was blowing snow and freezing cold, and about six inches or more of snow was on the ground.  I stood there a couple of minutes kind of dumbfounded by my experience. I looked around the room. The light was on.  It was a four man room, but all my roommates were gone.  It was very late. I closed the window and watched as a couple of cars passed by.  Slowly, I went back to my bed, turning the light off on the way.
      I laid there and tried to absorb what I had just experienced.  It was some time later when one of my roommates came in.  That was a relief.  It was not the rapture, and I had not been left behind.  I remember his asking if I was okay.  I said yes, but wondered if my voice betrayed my concern. He never mentioned it again.  Sleep was hard coming, but sometime later it overtook me.

        The next day I talked to Allan who lived in the next room.  That was his last name, at least I think it was, and I do not remember his first.  After all, it was forty plus years in January.  That is not an excuse, because I can close my eyes and replay that moment almost as vividly as the moment it happened.  It had not been my custom to talk to Allan; in fact, he was almost a social leper. He was a born again, Bible thumping Christian.  In the course of the day, I managed to get alone with Allan and discuss my “experience” with him.  He seemed to tolerate me.  While I had not played any of the tricks on him that the others had, I had not shown any sympathy or compassion either.  His main advice was to pray on the matter.

        While I did not do much praying, I did consult a Bible.  My success was limited to a verse a member of our church had written in the Bible before giving it to me on my return from Bible camp. It was Proverbs, chapter three, and verses five and six.  Since that day, they have become my life verses.  The fact I still had that Bible was a miracle in itself.  At that moment in time, it was my Rock of Gibraltar. It was all I had to cling to.  It was the needle that led me out of the haystack of confusion, although it was some time before I truly even grasped its significance.

      Slowly, I came to the conclusion that the Rapture was going to be in the spring.  So I came up with my plan.  Like Jonah, I ran.  I volunteered for Vietnam.  In my peanut brain and higher logic, I expected God to put everything on hold while I went to Vietnam. Spring came and went, and I was still in Germany.  Finally, in May, I got my orders for Vietnam and had to wait till the 20th of June, 1967 to leave.  In my job as a parachute rigger, I thought I was going to go straight to Israel instead. God was playing a trump card and sending me straight to Armageddon. Let me say that Israel was going to have backup if they needed it. The Israeli Six Day War came and went though, and off I went to Vietnam, with a short stay at home in the states.

       After forty-five days at home, it was time to go on to Vietnam and my appointment with destiny.  My year in Vietnam was a strange one to say the least.  It turned out to be more of a Jonah experience than I realized.  The units I was assigned to were over- staffed.  Upon arriving at the 101st Airborne in Phan Rang, I spent ninety days guarding water pumps for the Air Force.  After that, I returned to my unit, only to be transferred to Cam Ranh Bay.   Shortly after arriving there, it was my privilege to again be sent on temporary duty.  I managed to survive three months of driving convoys up and down the coast on Highway One.  Little did I know that this would open a door later in my life . Finally, when the Tet Offensive started in February of l968, it was my chance to perform in the field the Army had trained me for at great expense.  Many units were cut off and completely surrounded, our job became vital. We were returned to our home units.  Supply by sky, or by parachute specifically, became the sole means of getting supplies and equipment to many units. It was around the clock work for almost sixty days.

      Finally, my time in Vietnam came to an end.  When I had volunteered for Vietnam, it was really to get back to the states a little quicker.  At this point, I need to give a little background as to how I got to Germany the first time.  I had reenlisted to go to France, and upon getting there in September of 1966, my dream got cut short.  French President De Gaulle told the Americans to leave.  You know who left with the advance party.  Not being impressed with Germany helped me make my decision to volunteer for Vietnam.  The vision or dream I had also helped encourage me to leave. Otherwise I would have spent three years in Germany and then my last year in the States.  However, by going to Vietnam, I would get back to the States almost two years earlier and finish my time there.

      It almost worked.  I did go back to the States after leaving Vietnam, and spent almost eight months in a heavenly place known as Fort Bragg, North Carolina.  It was not Germany, and it definitely was not Vietnam, so for the time being I was happy.   At least till February of 1969, when I got orders to go back to Germany.  It was funny how Germany no longer seemed like such a bad deal.  After all, I was not going back to the same unit I had left.  At the time, there were only two company size units with my job specialty in Europe. At least I was not going back to Idar.

      As they say, God works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform.  My time flew by, and I took my short leave and off to Germany I went. Arriving at the airport of Rhine-Main in Germany, I got off the plane still in a fairly exuberant mood. The Rapture had not happened, and I was back in Germany, but not where I was before. As I exited the terminal a young specialist walked up to me.  He asked my name.  He was there to pick me up.  Well, first, they do not send a jeep to pick up a specialist, and secondly, he was not wearing an Eighth Division patch.  He was wearing the patch of the unit I had left almost two years before. In short order, I explained these minute details to him.

       He smiled and handed me my “new orders” explaining I had been transferred en route back to my old unit.  My cheeriness of moments before was gone.   Getting my bags and the almost three hour drive back to my unit was all a blur, and truly hardly any of it is remembered.  My conversation was mechanical, as I was lost in deep thought all the way.  How could this be, I kept asking myself.  Finally, we arrived, and I came out of my stupor.  There were a lot of smiling faces, a lot of back slapping and shaking hands.  The job field I was in was small.  After just four years in the Army, I had served with and went to school with many of the soldiers greeting me.  Also, as I said, it was a three- year tour, and I had only been gone two years. So some of the faces were familiar from when I had left.

       It was almost surreal as I came “home” the conquering hero.  They carried my bags in and took me to the First Sergeant and introduced me.  He shook hands and welcomed me to the unit.  Then he explained he would get someone to take me to my room.  I remember telling him that would not be necessary as I knew where I was going.  He explained that was impossible as he had not even told the clerk where he was putting me yet.  I smiled and looked at him, and by this time I knew where this journey would end.  I had literally gone clear around the world and was back in the same Company, in the same barracks, on the same floor and in the same room.  I explained to him my room was the second from the end on the right.   He looked at me puzzled.  I just smiled back and left with my entourage.

     As I reached the room, I opened the door and looked in. The bed on the right was taken the two by the windows were also taken.  Finally, I looked behind the door and sure enough the bed and wall locker were empty.  I had gone all the ways around the world to come back to the very same bed and wall locker I had left almost two years before. However it hit me that God does have a sense of humor.  The day I arrived was April 1 1969.  At that point, I became a little overwhelmed by it all.  I asked all the people to give me a few minutes alone.  I sat down on the bunk and leaned back against the wall.

       Many might dismiss all this as coincidence, but I felt God had actually showed me the reality of his Being.  As I sat, there I told God, “I do not know what all this is about. I will not be a hypocrite and get down on the floor and plead and beg. But I know now you are real and there is a meaning and a purpose to all this. I intend to continue on with my life, and, when it is time, you give me direction.  I will do whatever it is you want me to do. I do not know what it is, but I will do it.  My life is in your hands; do with me as you please.  When you call I pray, I have the wisdom to answer.  The call came in April of the year 1984.  At least the call to start turning my life around and get some direction to it seemed pretty clear at that point.

      That moment is also etched in my mind and was a moving experience.  However, this whole thing is not about me. It is about knowing God and His Word and having the faith to live by that Word.  In the course of this testimony, I left out a lot of the details, because, while they are important to me, they are not what this is all about.  It is about a revelation I have had over the years in my time in the Word of God.  There is nothing new here that has not been there all the time.  It is just looking at it all from a different perspective and saying why is this here?  What does it actually mean?

       To me, it means if we are willing to get into and truly search his Word, the answers are there.  The whole plan is laid out for us to see.  We just need to open our eyes.  The stories are not for entertainment, but for enlightenment.  All I am about write and explain came from asking God to answer one simple question.  He has been over twenty years answering it.  The answer gets more and more detailed as time goes on.

       Many years ago, when I first started walking the way the Lord wanted me to walk, at least I felt it was the way he wanted me to walk, many things troubled my mind.  Some things I could not grasp. Had I any clue how detailed the answer would be I might have tried to change my profession, had I felt called in that way.  To this day I have not felt called, just blessed.  At least that was the way it was till I started this project.  This has become a consuming fire.  Often I wonder if I have waited too long or put it off too long, but I do not feel that is the case. There is a purpose to all that God does, and, after, all this time I know He would have put a boot under me or sent the message to another.  Only time will tell, but it is my belief I will be here for the rapture.  Sooner or later “it will happen.”  My belief is that we are closer to sooner than we are to later.  My recurring question is, will I know that person I was walking with in my vision when I meet him?

     There is a certain irony about all of this. At the time I had my heart attack I had that peace about me. Over the last fourteen years it has been a struggle, but I have finally returned to that point in life. The last fourteen years have allowed me to share my experiences with others.  Hopefully inspiring them to trust and follow God. The Lord has prepared my path and I am ready to follow it wherever it leads me. Having lived my life in Gabbatha,  You will find that in John 19:13 and it is only used one time in the Bible, it means the pavement, which means the place of judgment.  We will be judged by how we have walked our lives.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

How to Fix America and End the Shooting Problem

The recent school shooting in Florida broke a very sad record in America. It bumped Columbine from the top ten list of the worst school shootings. The problem is not guns. The two worst mass killings in America did not involve guns at all. Oklahoma City and 9/11 both happened without a shot being fired.  The problem is a lack of respect for the sanctity of life. As God has been removed from our society we have fallen into a state of Anarchy. The only way to restore order is to make consequences of civil disobedience so severe that no one wants to pay the price. Criminals have more rights in America than the average citizen and is better served by the court system. It is time to reverse the corruption of our system of government and it can start by passing laws that I recommend in this post, or we can sit by complacently till the the talons of anarchy tear into our own lives. Congress can fix this problem. Decriminalizing Marijana will open enough cells to start incarcerating the people who violate these new laws. The drug laws are useless and a waste of money on agencies that only perpetuate their own existence thru incompetence and indifference. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson raised and sold marijuana on their farms. The financial and beneficial job creation from regulation, job creation, product production and industrial potential far outweight the threat of a few thousand pot heads. God made clear in Genesis 1;29 that all plants bearing seed were for our use.  In Genesis 1:31 God said he had finished creation and it was good.
He definitely knew the potential for misuse. It must not have bothered him. Alcohol is a far bigger problem for mankind but Jesus turned water into wine. So was Jesus wrong. Our priorities are a little messed up  God gave directions about the taking of life also. He did not hedge, he made it clear in Genesis 9:5-6 
           I created humans to be like me, and I will punish any animal or person that takes a human life. If an animal kills someone, that animal must die. And if a person takes the life of another, that person must be put to death. 

     The laws I am recommending are what God commanded. 

                                How to Fix America

    The recent tax fiasco proved to me that America is totally broke and needs a major overhaul. The last election set the stage and from there it has been steadily downhill. When Congress can add one and a half trillion dollars to the national debt and call it a tax cut I realize they are delusional. The fact that the professing Republi-can’ts, which is my term for Republicans, put the weight of the party behind a man who is neither, a politician nor a Republican, show me that keeping control of the White House outweighs the needs of America.

     The reason for calling them Republi-can’ts is pretty simple, they can’t fix the budget, they can’t fix healthcare, they can’t fix the immigration problem, and they can’t stop spending money the government does not have to spend.  While blaming it on the Dum-Ol‑Craps, another party with a ton of problems of their own.

    Recently we watched as the Republi-can’t  Congress showed that they truly have no conscience, morals or values as they stood on the steps of the White House and kissed a Pig’s Ears. If you raise the national debt by one and a half trillion dollars over ten years that is not a tax cut in any way, shape or form. At its best, it is a case of slopping the hog trough of the wealthy at taxpayer expense. The true picture of how abominable of a deal it is can be seen in the fact that they failed to pass a health care bill. The results of which will leave over nine million children without health care coverage. Not to preach but that action goes against the principles this nation was founded on. One of the duties given to Congress by the Constitution is to provide for the welfare (as defined by Webster) of America. When I think of welfare it does not include the rich. The following Biblical quote shows who it should include and the price that will be paid, it also addresses the issue of immigrants.
        Exodus 21Thou shalt neither vex a stranger, nor oppress him: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt. 22Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child. 23If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry; 24And my wrath shall wax hot, and I will kill you with the sword; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless.

   The vote on the tax bill shows that neither party has a viable solution to the problems facing America. Supposedly the definition of insanity is doing something the same way over and over and expecting to get a different result. If that is the case, America is insane and needs other parties to change the direction things are going.

     The Declaration of Independence states,  Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

      It also says. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,

     America has come to a point where it is our duty to fix the system. It can be done by either creating new parties with more reasoned solutions to America’s problems or rising up in revolution. While I prefer the former, my opinion is that the present direction of our government will lead to its inevitable collapse.

     My solution to the problem is to create my own party which I call the Constitutional Antifederalist Reform Party or CARP, the acronym is pretty much self-explanatory just check out Webster if you don’t get it. My party believes the Constitution rules and state’s rights are equal to the federal government. It is our opinion that the Federal government has managed the government to their advantage. There was no West Virginia before the Civil War which was created by secession.  Which is something the Federal Government holds to be wrong, unless it is in their favor. The following solutions are based on the Constitution.

      The Constitution gives Congress three duties.  1. They are to levy taxes and pay the bills of the United States. 2. They are to provide for the security of the United States.  3. They are also supposed to provide for the Welfare and infrastructure of the United States. While it is not stated I believe the Founding Fathers expected the Congress to keep a balanced budget also, but nowhere does it state they are to lavish wealth and benefits on the wealthy.

    The need to create taxes and the authority is not contested. While the government is to provide the funds to operate the government, it should also account for how those funds are to be disbursed in a clear and concise budget which is a matter of the public record. The following views, ideas and suggestions are what I view as part of the platform for CARP. Anyone and any party is welcome to share the ideas and push to get them implemented which might save America from collapsing under the weight of the presently mismanaged system.

                                                     Article 1

    The expenditures of government funds need to be done in compliance with the directives of Constitution. The first order of business is to raise and fund a military. The first expenditure should be the pensions of those who served our country.  The 1st priority should be given to disability payments of those who served and were disabled while on active duty. The 2nd priority should be to the pensions of those who are retired from military service. The 3rd item is the payroll of the active duty soldiers and military. The 4th is the expenditure for equipment and supplies necessary for the defense of our nation.

                                                    Article 2

     The government is commanded to provide for the welfare of the people in this country.  I prefer to use Webster’s definition of welfare, which is far closer to our Founding Father’s definition than Congress. Therefore the first article to be taken care of by welfare is the healthcare of every citizen.

    As far as I am concerned there are two possible ways to accomplish that.  One is to expand the present social security deduction to ten percent and remove the present caps. The reason for this is that those who are Blessed and have profited from the system are helping those who provided the labor to get them to where they are at. The retirement system would remain the same except for the removal of the caps. The difference between social security and the ten percent would be used to provide healthcare for the needy. If that amount will not cover the healthcare a new ten percent tax should be levied just for that purpose and the social security system should be left as is. A federal law should be made and enforced that the federal government may not borrow funds from the retirement fund and within ten years all funds that have been borrowed must be repaid. Those actions should secure the social security system. Removing the caps on the system will let the wealthy pay a fair amount into the system. The rich use the infrastructure just as do the poor, but they pay virtually nothing into the system.

       Figuring out which system works would be the requirement of government. Those who are not working will be able to apply for government housing and food cards.  They will not receive money from the government as long as they are dependent on the system for food and housing.   They will have medical coverage so they should survive. It is not the responsibility of the government to provide luxury like television and internet.  Whichever system is chosen all members of the government must be under the same system as the general populace. They are not entitled to a special system of their own.

                                                  Article 3

    To fix and maintain the infrastructure system one half of all business taxes collected shall be spent on maintenance and upkeep of the interstate system. The money spent in this manner will create jobs and income which will in turn be taxed.

                                                Article 4

4a. Weapons will be put into two categories.

Constitutional weapons, in this category would be muzzle loaders, like the ones that were used to gain our freedom from Great Britain. It would also include shotguns, breach action guns, pump shotguns, lever action guns, revolvers and any other weapon that requires a break in firing between rounds.

Recreational Weapons, in this category are all weapons that can be fired continuously by simply pulling the trigger. All recreational weapons would be licensed and taxed annually just like cars. If I have to license my recreational canoe, gun owners should be forced to do likewise. There will be no licenses limitation or fees placed on Constitutional weapons.

The nonregistration of Constitutional weapons means they are not in a database and no one can go on a computer and see how many weapons you have. Some of the single shot Constitutional weapons are accurate at two miles away. The skill of the marksman will accomplish as much or more than filling the air with bullets. This does not control or take away gun rights. The Federal government has already done that in banning the ownership of certain types of weapons, like machine guns. Licensing guns is not unfair, the government already licenses cars, boats, planes and many other things. In Indiana even horse and buggies are not exempt from the requirement, the Amish have to plate their vehicles.

This may not solve the gun problem but it will make those who have weapons responsible for paying the fees that help finance the programs

4.b Commission of a crime with a gun will result in a Federal Felony Conviction and no less that ten years in prison.

4.c use of a weapon causing bodily injury will result in a sentence of forty years to life,  If a life is taken it will result in a life sentence without parole.

These sentences are not unfair. It should not be a problem as killing people and robbery are not the intent of honest gun owners. In England police officers do not even carry guns. Their view is that they are to serve the public, not to suppress the public. England averages about 40- 60 gun deaths per year, which are mostly suicides.  In 2014 the number of gun deaths in Japan was six. Seems to me we have a problem with a lack of respect for life in America.

                                                 Article 5
I want to preface this article with something that should be considered. Jesus turned water into wine. Surely he knew the dangers of alcohol. Proverbs 31:4-9 address the use of alcohol, the Bible does not ban it. It does command the wise use of alcohol for specific purposes.  God created all plants and said they were made for our good. The abuse and misuse will happen of almost anything given the opportunity. Cars and guns are perfect examples, they can save lives or they can take lives. Which happens is determined by the one using them.

All seed bearing plants will be legal and will be decriminalized. Genesis 1:29 states man has the right to use all plants bearing seeds and in verse 31 God looked on what he had created and said it was good. It is if used for what its function was meant to be. Each state will be able to make and enforce its own laws, which is the way it should be. Most of the illegal crops can be used to make beneficial products from rope, clothing and building materials. While cutting down and in some cases replacing many of the petroleum based products like nylon used in carpets and clothes.  The industry and jobs created will more than replace the cost of incarcerating addicts. People in prison for drugs will be released and offered treatment.

Decriminalizing plant based drugs does not mean that they can’t be regulated. In fact regulation to collect taxes on commercial products and make sure drugs are grown safely and not polluted just to make and extra dollar will be necessary.

While heroin and cocaine are a made from plant based products they are manmade.
Manmade products should be manufactured under license from the government. Those making and selling drugs without a license should be charged with attempted murder. With the number of overdose deaths that is not an unfair charge. I would recommend a sentence of forty years to life.  The penal institution will be the final authority if a person is rehabilitated or not. A second offense is a mandatory life sentence.

These points don’t fix all the problems but sure give a good start.

1.Congress should be required to put forth a balanced budget.

2. Congress should be required to pay off all of this nation’s debt within ten years.

3.  Create a national healthcare system which all people can use and the Congress must use the same system.

4. Congress should put forward and amendment to the Constitution to do away with the Electoral College. When it was created it took weeks to cross the country and served a purpose to complete an election expeditiously.  Today the outcome can be determined in hours and as our most recent election showed is no longer needed. In this day and age it is used to manipulate the outcome.

5. When it comes to the issue of abortion.  It should be strictly between a woman and her physician.  The government should have no role in the matter, including the paying for an operation that is made by choice.

                                                  Article 6

The Supreme Court should be reduced to its original seven members. This should be done by attrition. The judges should also be forced to retire at eighty years of age.

                                                   In Conclusion

     While I cover a number of points, there is only one that matters, either this nation turns back to God, or God will turn his back on this nation. The rainbow was created by God to show his mercy. Gays have corrupted it into a banner for lifestyle that does not agree with Christianity or the values it holds. Their lifestyle choice ensures them a trip to hell, but that is their choice. The Bible says EVERY KNEE,  will bow before God, they can argue they won't bow, or hell does not exist. They are the ones who have to live with the consequences of their actions, that is a choice every person must make.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

America..A Nation of Bald Faced LIars.

 Too Beard, or Not Too Beard

      If you check out my profile picture you will discover that I have a full beard.  My thing with beards started when I was in the Army.  Every time I went on leave I would let my beard grow till I had to return to military duty.  It aggravated my wife quite a bit. When I left the service in 1978 I started growing a beard on a serious basis.  I made up my mind I was not going to shave it off and I didn’t for quite a few years. Somewhere along the way I found a Biblical basis(Leviticus 19:26-30, and 21:5) for not shaving my beard.  I also found a reason for not trimming my beard and several other things that are pretty much standard for me today.

      Leviticus 19:26Ye shall not eat any thing with the blood: neither shall ye use enchantment, nor observe times. 27Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard. 28Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD. 2

        My wife was constantly on my case to shave it off or at least trim it. She liked it the few times I trimmed it in a Kenny Rodgers style.  That all ended when she went on my truck with me.  We stopped at a mall somewhere along I-10 in Louisiana to get something to eat.  It ended up being a pizza place.  As we were sitting and eating a little girl about probably three to four years old walked up to our table.  She took hold of my arm and in the sweetest southern drawl possible said, “Mr. Santa Claus can I give you a kiss?” My heart melted as I said, “Sure” She left and went back to her table and watched us the whole time we were eating. My wife was smiling from ear to ear and she said, “Now I know why you don’t shave your beard. Experiences like that are priceless.”  I agreed that they are and since then she no longer gives me the hard time she used to.  When she seems like she might I just say, “Remember Louisiana?”

     There are a couple other benefits to having a beard that I can’t explain or prove but I know it is true.  At least in my case it’s true.  When I was in the military for 13 years I caught every cold or sniffle that came through the barracks.  Since I started growing a beard I hardly ever get sick. I have been sick only a handful of times since I got out in 1978.  I have asked other people I have met who have a beard and they generally agree they have had similar experiences.  So there may be something to having a beard.  That being said I have shaved seven times I know of since leaving the service.  Each time I have a new Grandchild I shave it off, and now every time I have a new Great Grand Child I shave it off. I have six grandsons and one granddaughter.  Also I have twin great grand-daughters, two of the grandsons are twins also.

    There is a story in II Samuel 10 that relates how some of Kind David’s men went on a mission for him and the people he sent his men to abused them by shaving off half their hair and half their beards.  When King David heard of it he had his men go into a private place until their beards and hair grew back. It says in the Bible the men were humiliated.  It implies being without a beard was not good.  In America beards were very common.  Even in the pictures of the Civil War many American soldiers had beards.  It wasn’t till the time of the Spanish American War that shaving became a standard practice.

       Most American military units banned having beards for a number of years. About the time of the Vietnam War some of the Navy personnel started growing beards again as a part of Navy tradition.  The Army however has stayed pretty much away from it.  While on vacation in September I met an Officer at a skydiving center near Ft. Bragg who had a full beard.  He explained that he was growing it to make it easier for him to blend in with the Afghan community where he would be serving shortly.  So the Army is willing to make exceptions. If people stood up for what they believe maybe more would have them.

      If you happened to read the verses I referenced for Leviticus you noticed there were several other things we were commanded to do or not to do. Not trimming beards was not the only thing I learned that we should not be doing if we are following God’s Word.  We should not get marks in our skin (tattoos), shave our heads, eat anything with blood in it, or listen to enchantments or those who claim to have gifts of visions, or fortune telling.  You can find most of this in Leviticus 19:25-30 and 21:5.  If that is not bad enough Leviticus 20:1-5 makes it pretty clear that abortion is a crime against God as he is the author of life, not death.  In fact God said anyone who participated and did not punish those who did killed children, he would kill them and destroy their nation.

     The recent decision by our government to take away the health care of nine million children may also have consequences for our nation.  Genesis 22:21-24lays out some pretty plain things that God hates and from my reading the treatment of immigrants, of which almost all Americans were at one time or another, will be judged,

       21Thou shalt neither vex a stranger, nor oppress him: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt. 22Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child. 23If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry; 24And my wrath shall wax hot, and I will kill you with the sword; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless.

     Sadly many of the things mentioned are standard practice in the world we live in today.  Today’s world has a sort of smorgasbord view of the Bible. Most people pick and choose the things they do not want to obey.  Many say the Old Testament does not apply any more.  Yet they will tell you creation is still valid.  Their view on the Ten Commandments will depend on the denomination they follow.

      When I found the verse on marks in the skin it verified something I had learned growing up.  It condemned me for some time as I already had a tattoo, but I realized God can forgive most anything.  Then I found two verses in the Bible that literally changed my life.  I found them while I was going through some trials in my life that God gave me a very clear answer to.  Listen to him, not man.  The verse I found at that time in my life was 1st John 2:27. It makes very clear who we are to listen to and follow.  The second verse he gave me was Jeremiah 17:5 and it makes clear my trust should be in Him and not in any man.  The issue that bought it up was the issue of tongues.  I finally came to believe what the Bible says on the matter and contrary to some denominations it has nothing to do with your salvation.  That is entirely in the hands of God and His Mercy and Grace.

      Reading the Bible and listening to God can cause you problems also. Genesis 1:29 tells us something God said we had the right to.  Yet many of the laws of man today go against that teaching.  Even our Declaration of Independence says we have certain rights given by God.  My only question is who is benefitting from the present laws, God or Satan?  The Bible says every Word of God is true and every man a liar.  Based on that verse, it becomes clear to me Satan is twisting the Word of God to accomplish his will on this earth.  The Bible also says,”My people are destroyed for a lack of knowledge.” He did not say the evil ones, the lost, or the sinners.  He said very clearly “My people are destroyed”  The only way we have of avoiding destruction is knowing what His Word says and standing on that alone.

      Genesis 1: 31says, that God looked on what he created and said it was good. Making laws against creation is like saying God is wrong.  The Supreme Court and our Congress would do well to wake up and turn this nation back to God, before God decides to do what His Word says and start killing us. The Bible says you reap what you sow and this nation has killed millions of people worldwide, Maybe God is about to make some payback with the Korean situation and the  Mad Man we have in the White House.

Second Timothy makes it clear what it will be like in the end. Read it, think about it and admit it is a pretty good description of this nation .  For those who don’t know, reprobate means Godless and that doesn’t sound anything like the Christian nation we claim to be.

       II Timothy 3:1This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,  4Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; 5Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 6For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, 7Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. 8Now as Jannes and Jambres withstood Moses, so do these also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, reprobate concerning the faith.  9But they shall proceed no further: for their folly shall be manifest unto all men, as theirs also was.

     It is not enough for this nation to know what is right, this nation must act on what it knows. Decriminalizing marijuana would be a step in the right direction. Start treating the addicts, not incarcerating them. Making it acceptable to seek help for your problem, instead of forcing them to hide for fear of persecution, remove the profit incentive for the criminal elements. After prohibition was lifted the whole country did not become alcoholics. Regulate the drugs so they do not use chemicals that destroy people for an extra dollar.  Create industry to fully maximize the industrial potential of the plant and tax it so the people using it pay for the treatment of addicts, not the honest hard working taxpayers. It is funny how to stop a few thousand pot heads from getting high, our government lays a major burden on taxpayers that the industrial development could pay for.

       California may have fired the last shot that has a chance of saving our nation and turning it around.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

America Just Got Raped

                  The Great Tax Cut Delusion

    Yesterday I watched as the Republican Congress showed that they truly have no conscience, morals or values as they stood on the steps of the White House and kissed a Pig’s Ears. If you raise the national debt by one and a half trillion dollars over ten years that is not a tax cut in any way, shape or form. At its best, it is a case of slopping the hog trough of the wealthy at taxpayer expense. The true picture of how abominable of a deal it is can be seen in the fact that they failed to pass a health care bill. The results of which will leave over nine million children without health care coverage. Not to preach but to show how that action goes against the principles this nation was founded on and one of the duties given to Congress by the Constitution is to provide for the welfare of America. When I think of welfare it does not include the rich. The following quote shows who it should include and the price that will be paid, it also addresses the issue of immigrants.
        Exodus 21Thou shalt neither vex a stranger, nor oppress him: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt. 22Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child. 23If thou afflict them in any wise, and they cry at all unto me, I will surely hear their cry; 24And my wrath shall wax hot, and I will kill you with the sword; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless.

    There will be a price paid for their actions. The Great Depression happened after the stock market rose to great heights and the rich had almost ninety percent of the country’s wealth.  America is at that point again if not higher. The stock market back then lost eighty-nine percent of its value. Today’s market would have to drop to 2,450 points if it lost the same amount.

    When the Great Depression started it was banks and big business that went bankrupt. The government at the time had very little debt and was still unable to fix the problem. That will not be the case when it collapses this time. This time will make the Great Depression look like a cake walk.

     Will it happen? America has had several depressions and from my perspective history does repeat itself. My grandfather served in World War I in France in 1917 to 1918, fifty years later I served in Vietnam from 1967 to 1968, today my grandson is in the Army and it is fifty years later. My grandfather was disabled for life from Mustard Gas. I am presently on disability for Agent Orange from Vietnam. I hope and pray my grandson does not or is not exposed to anything during his time in service. The fact that Syria, Iraq and other Middle Eastern countries have already used chemical agents gives me reason to wonder.

      The Constitution gives Congress three duties.  1. They are to levy taxes and pay the bills of the United States. 2. They are to provide for the security of the United States.  3. They are also supposed to provide for the Welfare and infrastructure of the United States. While it is not stated I believe the Founding Fathers expected the Congress to keep a balanced budget also, but nowhere does it state they are to lavish wealth and benefits on the wealthy.

     I had always been proud to call myself a Republican, but during the last five elections I have voted Libertarian, even though I do not agree with their platform.
So after much consideration it is time to create another party that reflects my views.  It may not be a formal party but I have three years to figure out how to make it one.

      The recent Alabama election showed me that write in votes can make a difference. Had the 2% that used the write in on their ballots voted on party lines Moore would have won the election.

    When I look at the last part of that Biblical Quote and realize what kind of mad man is in the White House the reality that it could come to pass is scary. When I was in the military there was a code of conduct that required certain standards of conduct, especially of Officers and they could be relieved of duty for conduct unbecoming of an officer. Our President has crossed that line repeatedly in his short time in office and should be removed for cause.

   With all the scandal and people being removed from office for offenses less than those confessed to and professed by our President, maybe it is time to create a male equivalent of the Me/too movement and make Him/too movement and show that no one is above the law. Not even the President of the United States.


Thursday, November 2, 2017

An Ex-Truckers Writing Tale

             Gabbatha holds significance to me as it is where I spent my life.
                       Took this on my way to my first conference.

                                            The Conference

    The difference between a fairy tale and a truck driving story is in the way they begin. A fairy tale begins with, “Once upon a time.”  A truck driving story begins with, “You ain't gonna believe this.” One other difference is that the fairy tale usually isn't true, but the truck driving story is, though it may be embellished a bit.

      Having just returned from a road trip that took me near the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference site my goal is to share how it is and has changed my life. Just attending the first time was an act of providence.  My intention had been to go to a conference in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  I discovered that conference in Writer’s Digest magazine.  It took me two years to get the money together for it.  The trip to the conference was 1500 miles one way.  In my van that would have been over $700 in gas round trip.  I had to have the deposit for the conference mailed in by June 1st.

      While surfing on twitter I found a link to a site run by Keiki Hendrix that listed Christian authors.  Well it also listed writer’s conferences.  One of them was the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference or BRMCWC for short.  It started on the 20th of May and this was on the 15th of May 2012.  In the morning I called and checked on it.  It had a lot of things going for it. First it was less than five hundred miles.  That saved me almost two thousand miles in gas alone which almost paid for the BRMCWC. On top of that the conference was only $730 for room, meals and classes which was cheaper than just the conference in Wyoming.  As they say, it was a no brainer.  The next few days were hectic.

    The drive to the conference was an adventure in itself.  After attending the conference I finally realized I do not really want to write books.  My goal is to have a meaningful blog where I can share things I have learned from life and many hours of studying the Bible.  My blogging started before the conference but had little direction.  My daughter Angelica had gone to Costa Rica to get her certification to teach high school Spanish classes.  She started a blog to keep us up to date on what she was doing while she was gone. I really loved it and told her so.

      During my last year in the Army in Panama I had been a photo/journalist for the command newspaper.  She suggested I start writing some of my life experiences so they could share them with my grandkids when I am gone.  It seemed a good idea to me having had a heart attack and been bought back in January 2004.  My youngest daughter Glenda fought a seven year battle with a brain tumor.  She went home to be with the Lord in August 2010.  One advantage of being on disability during that time was that I was able to spend a lot of time with Glenda taking her to appointments and running her around as she could not drive.  Starting the blog in March 2011 helped get me out of a bit of a low point in my life.

     Arriving at the conference and signing in was an adventure.  You meet so many people it is almost overwhelming.  Arriving early a couple of the first people I managed to meet were Alton Gansky  and  Edie Melson, later I would discover they are a couple of the people in charge of making things happen. They are both really nice people and were a pleasure to meet.  The chance meeting with them helped me realize I was definitely where I needed to me.

    The next morning I met a real nice person at breakfast. His name was Joseph Bentz and he was one of the instructors. He is from California and was on staff.  I told him I was from Indiana and he said he had grown up in Indiana and gone to Vincennes University.  Over the course of our conversation we found out we both attended the same years and may have actually crossed paths at some point. The thirty plus years since then made it hard to be certain.

    An hour into my first day of classes the schedule I had made for my self was history.  It modified as the conference progressed.  Finding what you really need and what will benefit you at the level you are at is one of the learning experiences you will go through at your first conference.  Writing was something I already felt comfortable with.  How to develop and market my writing was my interest.

     The classes I took helped me realize that many of the things that I had taught myself were not the best way of doing things.  Most of the teachers stressed that blogs should be short and no more than three to five hundred words.  My posts were and are much longer than what they recommended.  To me it is determined by the purpose of your writing.  Short is nice if you want to break things up and post often.  My style is to post four to six times a month and while my blog is not growing as fast as some I have heard of.  It is doing okay for me.  It has had over thirteen thousand hits and been read in over seventy countries.  That made me proud until I realized that those numbers were about what one might expect from accidental hits as big as the web is. Eventually I would like to start doing travel stories and maybe ones on crafts, especially ones done with recycled materials.

     What is fun and makes blogging worth it is when one of your blog posts takes on a life of its own.  A couple of my older blogs have suddenly started getting hits from all over the world.  They received far too many hits for it to be a random accident.

    One incident at the conference happened the second night and set a tone of things that has continued happening to me since the very first conference.  My room at the first conference was in the Mountain Laurel East building on the third floor.  In the evening I decided to have some Pepsi, but the ice machine on the third floor was not working.  So I went down to the second floor to get some ice. As I did two ladies were sitting in the hall and signing books.  When passing I said, “Hi” and continued on to get my ice. While waiting on the elevator to come back we made small talk and one lady said it was her book she was signing. I said that was nice and proceeded to get on the elevator and had a sudden and overwhelming desire to know what her book was about. I stuck my foot in the door as it closed.  It was about the loss of her daughter Megan. It was something I could definitely relate to having lost my own daughter.  We talked a few minutes and Marcia gave me an autographed copy of her book.  It really touched me and I realized it was not only my cross to bear, but that many others had been through the same thing.

    The conference went well and way to fast.  On the way home I pondered all the things I had heard, seen and experienced.  Stopping for gas and coffee at a truck stop in Leavenworth, IN in the wee hours of the morning I saw a man come in with one leg and on crutches.  I assumed, which is a bad thing to do, that he was riding with someone until I watched him go out and start sliding the tandems to make his truck legal. It would never have hit me that what I was watching was a story before the conference, but now I was seeing stories everywhere.

   In 2013 on my way to the Conference I decided to stop and see my daughter in Corydon, IN and watch my grand-daughter play softball.  Friday night I went to an oldies but goodies car show in Corydon.  Saturday morning we went to the game. Things went fine till I made a comment to my grandson about the pitcher having a real good arm.  Very sarcastically he looked at me and said, “Yeah she has a real good arm. Did you look at her Papaw?” It was then I knew where and why the sarcasm was in his voice. She only had one arm. In my defense she really is an awesome pitcher.  Anyhow I found out her father was the coach for her team.  She and a friend play in a traveling league.  She played with the 16 to 18 year olds but she was only 14 at the time.  There is a definitely a story here and if things go well I will get it.  Her Dad has been too busy to find time for me, but my daughter said he was just hired by the same high school she works for as a coach so the door still may open. 

   The second year was pretty nice and again I threw away my schedule.  It was a lot less hectic than the first year and I seemed to get a lot more out of it than the first year. While I had submitted several stories to publications I still had not had any luck generating revenue from my writing.  That was when I decided if my writing didn’t pay my way that I would not be back in 2014.
       A couple things happened in 2013 that I found strange.  There is a lady that goes to the conference and uses a walking stick.  I had wondered who she was and what her story was in 2012.  Well I sat down and struck up a conversation with and elderly lady,  It happened to be her Mom. Thank you, Lord, for that gift of knowledge. Then later in the conference I sat at a table with Edie Melson who has a son who is a veteran.  Five of us sat with her and every one of us had lost someone in the last couple of years.  That had to be a God thing. Some very powerful testimonies were given at that meal

       Well 2014 came up kind of fast and I had to either admit I wasn’t a writer or lie and go to the conference anyhow.  So to justify going I had to use some “trucklogic,” which is the title of the first post I wrote on my blog after my first conference, to allow myself to go to the conference.  It certainly was not because of a lack of money.  Between 2013 and 2014 my income had quadrupled.  In 2011 providence allowed me to go to a 4th of July get together at an old friend’s house.   His wife is a retired Lt. Commander from the Navy.  Well in the course of events I met a retired Air Force Lt. Colonel.  We got to talking and I shared how it had been my goal to lose weight and get back into skydiving.  It was something that I did in the military.  My goal was to get my Gold Wings for a 1000 jumps.  In the course of the story I explained I had a heart attack, after losing ninety pounds and that they had implanted a defibrillator in me and that I doubted I could jump as they had taken away my CDL.  Well it seems he had worked in the compensation department and informed me that if I had a defibrillator and was a Vietnam vet I was automatically qualified for Agent Orange compensation.  That was July and I didn’t do anything till January, when I decided to turn over a new leaf and fill out the paperwork.  The worst they could say was no.  Well in October 2013 the VA informed Me I would start receiving my compensation.  So having the money I could justify going to the conference.  I did fill out the papers and write all the forms they wanted me to write for the compensation and if I had not done so I would not have gotten the compensation.  So with a little stretch of my “Trucker Logic” my writing did pay my way to the conference. I also found I can still jump, even with a defibrillator, but I still have to get down to two hundred and twenty pounds.

      Also I have enough money to do some serious traveling this year and hopefully by next year I won’t have to play games to justify my coming to the conference. It is nice to know that money is not the issue anymore.  In the course of events though it was humbling to have realize what and why the Lord is opening doors for.  Since the first conference I have met dozens of people like Marcia and myself.  It is a ministry which I had not counted on but which gives me peace each time I am able to talk with a person who is recovering as I was when I met Marcia.

     One evening I decided to stop at “The Cloud” and get a cup of coffee before going to my room.  I met a pastor named Dan Ellrick who was attending the conference from Japan. He won the award for furthest travel to the conference.  I mentioned I had a close friend that was Japanese that I had lost contact with her over the years.  He asked me for as many details as I could give him.  Her husband, my best friend at the time, had been killed in a plane crash on his way to his first demonstration with the Golden Knights Army Exhibition Parachute Team.  The next morning at breakfast he handed me a sheet of paper with some info on it.  I had tried for years to track her down.  He had done it in one night.  When I called the number it turned out he was successful.  It had been only forty one years since I had contacted her.

     On the way home from the conference I had an experience that defies logic and kind of spooked me.  I stopped at the Wendy’s in Cherokee, NC and got me some lunch.  I got Chili, fries and a frosty.  When I got to the table and sat down I realized I only had three crackers.  As I pushed my chair back to go and get some more, a lady across the restaurant from me got up, picked up crackers off of her tray, walked over to my table and put her crackers on my tray.  Then she walked back and sat down.  Neither one of us said a word.  Kind of freaked me out till the next morning.  I, being a creature of habit, stopped at the same truck stop where I had met the one legged trucker.  I started talking to the coffee lady and started to get the wrong coffee. She straightened me out.  In the course of the conversation she revealed her Mom had died from a brain tumor a couple years before.  I told her my cracker story and she simply said, “You have someone looking out for you.” Yes I do and my prayer is that I learn to use it and walk in the power of it to help others.

      So what happened to 15, 16 and 17?   Fate I guess.  I have twin great-grand-daughters and they were being raised in government housing and it really bothered me. Then I was reading in First Timothy the fifth chapter and I got convicted. Their Mom wanted out of her situation but she needed a job to do it. One verse says that he who won’t provide for his own is worse than an infidel. That did not sound good and I looked it up. It is not, it is one that does not know God, which is not a good situation for a professing Christian to be in. So I stepped up and started taking care of the girls for her.  My wife said I was nuts at almost seventy taking on that responsibility.  It may be, but it was the right thing to do. So for the last three years I have been taking care of the girls. My wife is retired and goes to Texas a few months every year.  When she does I am on my own with them. They went to Head Start last year which made it easier. This year they are in Kindergarten and it is a lot easier. I get up at 5:30 every day Michelle works and she brings the girls to me. We go back to sleep and get up in time to get on the bus. After school they come here till she gets off work. It is working.

      I took my first break in three years and took twenty- five days off.  My wife and daughters worked to keep it going till I got back. It worked fine and so now if things keep going well I will be back to the Conference in 2018. I’ve slowed way down on my blog but now that the girls are gone all day it is my goal to get back to being active writing on it.

    My recent trip covered forty-three hundred miles, went to Niagara Falls, Ft. Ticonderoga, in eastern New York, up thru Quebec, over to New Brunswick, and down too Bar Harbor, ME,  Then down thru Rhode Island where I had planned or hoped to see Lori Roeleveld, who I met at my first conference and before she was a published author. Her book 'Running from a Crazy Man" is a very good read. Hoped to take her and her father to lunch, but she was obligated at work. I hope I did not upset her as I did not really warn her I was coming. I tend to "go with the flow"which is how I did when I was trucking for a living. I based it on John 3:8, which says to me I was where I was because the Lord already had plans for me. It didn’t really matter though as the exit before hers I picked up two hitch-hikers and their two dogs, who were going to Richmond, VA. We went thru New York City, around Central Park, past the new World Trade Center, out thru the Holland Tunnel and down to Richmond where I dropped them off.  Finally I finished up at Raeford, NC where I spent three days watching skydivers over sixty attempting to break some world records. Then I made a leisurely three day drive back to the house with all kinds of new material to write about.  Confidant that next spring my plans to go to the conference should work out well.

   My 10/29/2017 post has forty trucking stories with links if anyone is interested.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Top 40 Trucking Stories For Those Who Do

            Trucking Stories for Those Who Do

     Over the last couple months I have been pulling and posting some of my trucking stories for those who drive. While a few are not straight up trucking stories they all came from my trucking experiences in life. I decided to do something a little different. It is my intention in the near future if I live long enough, to write a book on trucking and how the Lord got me through it all. My writing has definitely improved from when I started seven years ago. That can easily be seen by reading some of my first stories.  Over time I have posted almost 260 blog posts and I dug 40 of the better trucking and faith based ones out and put them in a paper so I can go down the list and update and edit them for publication. I published them here as is with links.

     It is my goal later to travel around and meet truckers and compile a bunch of stories from a trucker’s points of view. I would like stories that are faith based or can save others from making some of the mistakes we made getting to where we are at in life. If you have one you would like to share send me and e-mail and let me know what it is about.

    The stories listed here have not been corrected or edited yet.  They are just as I wrote them over the years.  It is roughly 150 written pages so it is going to take me some time to get them all done. I invite you to share them with your friends and give me feedback about what you like or don’t like about them. Eventually I hope to have the links with them all when done. For now the original date is included so you can go to the year and month on my sidebar and find the story you might be interested in. The ones with the lower numbers were mostly from before I started getting readers.

     Hope you enjoy them. I am working on getting them in a format where I can share them on a CD, thumb drive or some other format that I can do for free. If I do make a book it will be at cost. I am not interested in making a profit I got that when I lived the experience. The story "Sometimes Following, Means Waiting" is about how I got started trucking.

8/22/2012     Sometimes Following, Means Waiting

5/28/2012     Trucker Logic

6/23/2016     A Tale of Life and Death

9/14/2012     Deadhead? or Not? How to Judge?

4/12/2012    How Not to Go Down a Hill, Vietnam

11/18/2014   Trucking Smarter Not Harder

7/14/2013   Driving on Prayer

4/11/2014   When God Says, "April Fool”

6/7/2015     Coming Full Circle

6/13/2012   Victory Over Stuffitis

7/24/2015   Church of the Eighty Foot Parking Lot

10/15/2015 Are You Who You Think You Are?

 11/7/2011   How Not to Go Down a Hill, Murphy's Law at Work

12/15/2013   Putting Your Hand to the Plow

2/22/2013    Is America Dysfunctional or Reprobate

6/22/2013   Building a Hedge of God's Protection

12/25/2014 A Meal with the Least of These

2/13/2014   A Wanna Be Sky God

7/8/2013      Three Things God Can’t Do

2/6/2012     How I Went From $150,000 to Nothing in a Heartbeat

9/9/2013     A Truckers Perspective

12/7/2013   My Scrooged Birthday

10/18/2013   The Evolution of Trucker Logic

 1/23/2014   Things I Learned the Hard Way

 4/25/2012   America Under A Threat Worse Than 9/11 or Katrina

3/8/2014     Unfinished Business

1/16/2014   When God Answers

12/15/2013 Good News for Christian Truckers

12/15/2013   Putting Your Hand to the Plow

11/13/2013 Agent Orange Tell a Vet

8/27/2013   Leap of Faith

9/12/2013   My Life as a Moonie

3/20/2013      Often Missed Detail in the Bible

8/24/2013   You Are What the Army Needs You to Be

 8/19/2013   The Road to Emmaus

1/5/2013     Driving with Zero Fossil Fuels

12/26/2013 Whoa God

7/8/2013     It Rains on the Good and the Bad Both

4/19/2011   Why Americas Losing the Industry and Marketing Battle

6/26/2012   All Things Work Together For Good

     These stories are the core of a book I am writing. Your feedback, both good and bad is appreciated. You can contact me via my e-mail  If you would like a copy of the list with links sent to you, send me a stamped and self addressed envelope to Ric "The Turtle" Ryan at 12079 E. Lucky Point Road, Wheatland, IN 47597 along with $5.00 which is a about 12 cents per story and I will send it to the address you put on the envelope, you can use the same envelope to send comments on the stories.