Welcome Miss Rene and other new readers:
"CJSM" is an acronym for Cookie Jar Sweet Memories.
Our family gave us a cookie jar filled with paper-notes,
each reminiscent of an event in our lives over the past
50+ years celebrating our Golden Anniversary. I write
a blog post each day "fleshing" out the sweet memory;
with this effort, I plan to publish a 4-book series of this
endeavor, each book 1/4 of the total adventure.
Also, I occasionally write a separate blog post---like, today!
Enjoy! Check out my 8 books on Amazon books.com
A Synopsis of Christ’s Love
(a definition of
quintessential Christian-generosity)
Shout
thou holy righteousness; demean divergent beliefs; deny God’s Truth; sin.
Wherever two or
three are gathered in my Name, there, I am among them! Amen!
Religion---is…personal! Totally! Complete! Perfect!
As
an Independent-Individual imbued with
sacred free-will I am commanded to uphold “my word” absent equivocation, for any reason, actual or imagined; my
character hungers for: Truth! Justice!
The American-way! To sustain a “cleansed” soul demands Justice through Truth! My
free-spirit soars on celestial-high emulating the Lord’s pinnacle example of
Christian-Love-generosity. For absolution of my sins through His
redemptive-blood Faith begets
Salvation.
Each
among us, as human, might, and, will, view any presentation with myriad
eye-interpretation and cognizant brain-activity conclusion due to the varied
perspective of “sight” born of independent and individual experience within our
world-space through time; still, the “Truth” of reality is a precise result construct in the realm of all physical,
spiritual and celestial.
Just
because someone “thunk” it, may be completely irrelevant to the reality of the
subject. A great writer allowed that: A rose by any other name is still as
fragrant. Where is humble man?
And,
so, my enlightened query begs: Where find I any humble self-educated man? Hmm!?
Truth! Is Truth!
Stands tall! Stands alone! Does not quake, or bend, or excuse! Truth! Lives!
Nothing
in God’s creation lacks Love! Save
one: The dark epitome of evil which
is absent life.
Within
that coldest heart, in the dead-eyed spirit, on the blackest soul, Love’s seed awaits the awakening of a
tender-heart, a humble-soul, an excited spirit, each yearning desperately for
the simple light-of-Truth to warm Christ-love desire to germinate, sprout and
grow satiated pleasure in the self-fulfilling completeness of sacred conclusion
that all is born of Perfect-Good!
That
the dark-of-evil exists is like any
poison-dead---inane…if “I” choose not to participate.
The
fruit of the Tree-of-knowledge was not
evil; temptation-embraced
transgressed in sin!
Revelation reveals: In the
end, the Good guys win! Make
everything of life-force a prayer!
Have
problem-issues? Reflect the mirror self-face and visit both: the cause and the
solution!
Thou-alone
shall independent choose thy station in reality-physical and realm-spiritual.
It
is not for any to judge my Faith! Such
is personal; none of any other’s business-concern.
Such
sacred exercise is between God and myself, as is your concluded-determination. Amen!
I
pray a Truth-humble spirit unto
me---and…thee. Good luck! To each. Amen!
Good
enough
is poor hope-chance
Better is the quite
uncommon-stance
Best-effort is
practiced-love enhanced
Live!
Love! Laugh! Focus-contemplate!
Vigilant be! Not
one future is ever late!
Faith!
Family! Freedom!
Might just be all there really---Is!
In one eternal
instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 69
Florida
vacation: Dad gets a “blistering” sunburn;
after a visit to
the E.R. he walks like
Frankenstein
down the street
Oh!
Baby! And---blistering…it was!
Indeed!
How
cool for a landlocked Midwestern boy to get to the ocean, dive right in like a
novice and spend several hours floating on the deep blue on an inflatable raft?
Dumb! Dumber! Dumbest!
That
was just the first day on the beach! I got so burned that the lobsters were
envious!
Next
morning, after a terrible night of unrest, I sat in a bathtub full of cold
water. No relief!
Yep!
To the E.R.! The only “salvation” from that embarrassing trip” the pretty
little nurse asked my wife if she was my---Mother!
(Honestly, excusing my “humor”, it was uncalled for!)
When
we were walking down the street, me wearing a tee shirt split up the back
because I could not tolerate the excruciating pain of anything touching my
burned back, we turned a corner and the “mean” ole sun slipped in between the
folds of the ruined shirt and tortured my back like scalding water! Yeow! As I
plodded on to our motel, my out stretched arms were immobile to preclude the
pain generated when I held them in a normal fashion, by-standers thought I
walked like Frankenstein! What an insult! I really didn’t care---Hell!...I was delirious with intense
pain!
I
still love to vacation---now…I try to be just a bit more mature about the experience.
Ah! Cookie Jar “”heavy” sun tan oil” Sweet
Memories!
(Note: Tomorrow begins a selection from the book: Station Master)
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