Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the brave? Are we brave and free?

That song has been going through my mind for quite  a while this morning. It saddens my heart to see what is happening in the good ole US of A.  So all these people are bowing their knees to whom and for what? I've said, I'll only bow my knees to the Lord Jesus Christ. And the people of the US want these peoples knees on their necks like Mr. Floyd had his neck under that cop's knee? They'll end up just like Mr. Floyd. To whomever you bow, that will be your master. 
So I have been around black people all my life. In fact, in the really little town that I came from, there was only one black family. And everybody called them Aunt Nancy and Uncle Bill. She took care of just about every kid at one time or another in that town. I loved them. And Uncle Bill's funeral was the first funeral that I attended. I was in the third or fourth grade, and I went with my Grandma. And back then everybody kept Halloween. It was so different then. And when you wanted to go to Aunt Nancy's house, you had to stand under the street light that hung over the intersection of the street and call her name. She would recognize your voice, and tell you to come on in her yard. She had a shotgun standing next to her door. She wouldn't shoot you, but she would definitely scare you with it. Now why did she do that? Because back then most people didn't have indoor bathrooms. They had outside toilets, and some teenagers would go around town and tip them over. And every year somebody's toilet would end up in the center of town next to the train station. It makes me laugh now. However, one year my Grandpa came home for lunch and was telling my Grandma  that one of the guys that came into the elevator said that his toilet was tipped over. The only reason that he was a little upset was because his wife was in it when the boys tipped it over! Thank God that she wasn't hurt. 
I went to school with black kids. I lived in Pensacola, Florida for part of my fifth grade. One day my mom and I went to town to a restaurant for lunch. I couldn't understand why black people would get off the walk for us and they had different water fountains than we did. Neither did they eat in the same restaurant with us. When I asked my mom about this, she explained the segregation, etc. It literally hurt my heart. I couldn't even imagine such a thing. I thought about Aunt Nancy, and if she couldn't have come in with me to eat, I think that I might have caused a ruckus of some kind to be sure! How sad and shameful.
When I volunteered in a correctional facility for boys thirteen to eighteen years old, there were black and white kids. And do you know who showed the most respect for the workers there? The black kids. Some of the guards were black and they were fantastic fellows. I prayed for those kids and the guards if I knew there was some kind of problem affecting them. I helped in the special education classroom. And when I left there after three years, I had more farewell cards than I could count that were addressed "To Mom".  So my only really bad experience was with a back person was a fellow that was teaching a class at the university that had to do with the black culture. I signed up for the class because I thought it might help me know more about the black culture especially with the guys at the correctional facility. Boy, was I wrong about that. It was a small class and maybe there were three or four of us that were white. Well, after introductions, the teacher started singing this little ditty that was comparing the shades of black people, and it wasn't very nice. Talk about racism towards your own race!! When he finished, he was standing in front of me and told me that this is what I sang and taught my kids. I looked him straight in the eye and told him that I had never heard that song before. That was the first time ever, and that he must have taught it to his children because I had been around black people all my life and had never heard it. He never said much to me after that. Don't be accusing me of the things that you are doing. That class didn't help me at all, but it did show me for the first time in my life, the racism among the black people. What a shame!
I guess people, even Christians, don't admit that God created all the different peoples and their languages and that he loves them all. Jesus Christ died for every person ever born. And it's interesting that preachers don't talk about Moses marrying an Ethiopian lady. Miriam and Aaron didn't like it at all, especially Miriam. People need to read how the Lord dealt with that situation. He told the Israelites not to marry outside of the Israelite nation due to the gods that the other nations served. It had nothing to do with skin color. He knew that the wives and husbands would turn his people away from him.
So do we judge a person by the color of his skin or by his character? 
So what is to happen to our country? Will that star spangled banner yet wave over the land of the brave and free? Will we be a land of the brave and the free? Since when do we bow before those who stand against our constitution and the godly values that this flag stands for? When we give into the things that are against what our country stands for, we will lose the freedom that many of our citizens died to protect. But at the same time, as a whole, the US has turned it's back on the God that created this country to be a light to the world. And He is no respecter of persons or countries. Remember what happened to Israel when they turned their backs on God. If we, the people of the US, do not turn back to God, we too will be forsaken. There are blessings from the Lord to those that serve and obey him and curses to those who don't. He gave promises to both groups. Read Deuteronomy 28. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is a God of love, mercy, and forgiveness. And He will not force anyone to accept him. He will not go against a person's will. Our eternal life is in our own hands. 















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