“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
Every child needs a laptop. No, I’m not out of my mind. I speak not of electronics. I talk of the human kind.
A spot where they feel secure until the 12th of never, by a tender, nurturing mother who assures she will love them forever.
The nook that they long to inhabit when Dad arrives home from work and does them well as they sit for a spell, his laptop is their prized perk.
A place where a youngster can hunker down while in loving arms embraced, as they hear a grandparent’s stories of trials overcome when faced.
It’s a fortress of strength with unlimited length in imparting to offspring instruction, as they’re cuddled and curled while words are unfurled in aiding their soul’s construction.
It’s really not keen ,kids entranced by a screen, their sensitivity and sense to sap. Let them know wisdom’s showers that come from the hours of time that they spent on your lap.
3/3/21 Inspired by the following quote: “All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop. Moms, Dads, Grannies and Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles – someone to hold them, read to them, teach them. Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience, rituals and knowledge of a hundred previous generations. Loved ones who will pass to the next generation their expectations of them, their hopes, and their dreams.” ~ Colin Powell
Before leaving office President Trump designated this day, January 22, 2021 to be Sanctity of Human Life Day. This was written in defense of the unborn.
Tempted By Their Helplessness
Tempted by their helplessness,
you know they can’t speak out.
It’s such a convenient bargaining tool
to help assuage the doubt
that what’s inside the mother
is more than a blob of clay.
You soundly silence your conscience
as you take that life away.
Tempted by their helplessness,
but it’s legalized you say.
Wouldn’t you want this unplanned pregnancy taken out of the way?
You don’t have to let an unwanted fetus
hinder your plans and dreams.
The simple in their simplicity
then fall prey to your schemes.
Tempted by their helplessness, the unborn don’t yet have voice.
You rationalize their killing
with “it’s my body, my choice.”
The unborn, a fetus, dehumanized
despised as a pile of mud.
Humanness denied, so you feel justified
in the shedding of innocent blood.
Tempted by your helplessness,
Lord Jesus will never be,
lest you turn and obey the gospel
‘fore you head to eternity.
1/22/21
Written in honor of Sanctity of Human Life Day
Rob not the poor [being tempted by their helplessness], neither oppress the afflicted at the gate [where the city court is held], [Exod. 23:6; Job 31:16, 21.]
-Proverbs 22 : 22
“These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,” Pro. 6:16,17
“But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8
“Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.” Jeremiah 18:3,4
“Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?” Romans 9:20,21
Karl Marx(author of the Communist Manifesto) – excerpt from a poem written in 1837
I reject the spirit of Karl Marx and the rampant evil on which it embarks. It confuses, disturbs, deceives and blinds, preys on impressionable, youthful minds.
I refuse the spirit of Karl Marx. To its call I’ll not be one who harks. A deaf ear I turn to it’s every beckon. Dead to such lies, myself I reckon.
I despise the spirit of Karl Marx that’s brought looting and violence to cities and parks aligning itself with satan’s ploy to murder, steal, kill and destroy.
I rebuke the spirit of Karl Marx. How it has ignited hatred’s sparks! Tempers explode and patience grows thin with perceived injustice over color of skin.
Yes, I rebuke that spirit in Jesus’ name. Go back foul spirit, to your pit of shame. Your gruesome and diabolical toil isn’t welcome on American soil.