*(old nfo)


Courage does not always shout . . . Sometimes it is a very quiet voice at the end of the day saying . . . I will try again tomorrow.

Rev 22:20 "Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!"

Thursday, August 12, 2010


It was 105° on our shady deck today. Cec and I decided there was nothing outdoors that required our attention, so with the exception of his trip to the end of the driveway with the trash and my two trips out with the dogs, it was surf the net, crochet and read. Little Gus has pretty much recovered from his wasp stings. I guess the wasps are as grumpy about the weather as we are. Either that or they resented him sticking his nose in their brand new house under the downspout at the corner of the garage.

It is getting increasingly difficult to read anything at all on the net anymore without wanting to throw something large through a closed window. The ground zero Imam is still going to the Middle East on the American taxpayers’ dime; the president is still bashing Bush; Juan Williams is still sounding like a moron; and the U.S. Mexican border is still a wide open invitation. Brian and Bruce will soon be mincing to the altar in California. Same stuff, different day.

As I was considering all this today I thought of my father, who passed away twelve years ago last month. Dad was a Christian, a small business owner, and a staunch Republican all his life, in an area that was pretty much Democrat. However, in the late innings, I watched a slow and inexorable change. By the time I realized what had happened, it was too late. In all fairness to Dad, after Mom passed away there was very little to distract him. He went to church, which had long since fallen into the “emergent” maelstrom. He was, as millions are, also a captive of the mainstream media. While I enjoyed the company of a conservative, intelligent, patient husband, scores of liberal, self righteous, “educated” well-wishers surrounded poor Dad for the last five years of his life.

As I considered all this, and how much I miss him, I suddenly realized I would not have him back for the world. It would break my heart to have him see the demise of all the values he held so dear. From our socialist president to our immoral congress; from the stimulus to obscene taxation; from the bailouts to abortion; from government takeover of the auto industry and banks to the removal of God from every area of public life; from the rape of the private sector to socialized medicine, the list goes on ad nauseum. I would hate to think of him watching one small business after another go under. I would hate even more to see his life’s savings—which he earned by the sweat of his brow and the work of his hands—disappear overnight.

Now we are nearly to the eve of the midterm election. Have we learned anything? I looked at some poll numbers today. Three quarters of the voters polled believe that our socialist president should stop blaming Bush for everything from the economy to ingrown toenails. However, a large percent of voters think our socialist president is doing a good job. God help us. I thank God my Dad is not around to see this. Do I miss him? Yes. Even after twelve years. I still have the last shopping list he wrote; I have kept all the sympathy cards; I wear his old ratty bathrobe. Do I wish him back? No. I rejoice he is with the Lord and I look with anticipation to reuniting with him and Mom someday. Meanwhile, Cec and I will do all we can to spread the word about the sewage explosion in Washington.




DeanO said...

Granny - I trust and pray we have learned something and will take that knowledge to the polls in November

Old NFO said...

I hope we will Remember in November... If we don't, well...