Easter-celebration! Begins! (Day 1 of 14)

 

Easter-celebration!

 

My Heroes have always been cowboys and Men & Women “steel”-of-character.

Like? The Lone Ranger! Superman! Ladies & Gentlemen of WWI and WWII generation!

Yeah! I get it! I know the Ranger and Superman are fictional; the WW Heroes are “old”!

I spent a lot of time in front of the neighbor’s T.V. as a kid; we couldn’t afford our own set until I was seven; black & white, 7”-screen, 3-channels. But---Adventure!...For a curious boy! Today, that scenario makes children cringe, maybe even “pity” me? For me? A windfall!

And, fine Lovely-Ladies and Handsome-Gentlemen of yesteryear, I knew personally! Wow!

These were, to a man, to a woman, Real-people! Intelligent! Honest! Honorable! Ambitious!

Today? There are still more “Good” people than there are evil miscreants but they are moderns! The elders honored Integrity!  They were most Proud to “keep-their-word”!

The 50’s and 60’s were a special time Delight for kids to grow-up; at least, I concluded such!

“Things” were pretty simple; like the citizens; things are still “simple”---but…not the people!

“We” is “sophisticated”!? Hmm!? Half-a mil for a domicile!? 80-grand for a truck!? Drive-in screens in the living room for 200+ channels with nothing-of-value to watch!? Designer-everything!? Most people “running” hither-’n-yon searching for “something” and coming up empty for worth or value!? Running makes life “empty”, not “full”. $300 dollars for “new” jeans with rips in the legs and rear-end!? Vacations to “get-away”!? Travel!? Nirvana!? Wow!

And, yet?---the collective purposely chooses a vacant-mantra…Bored! Lonely! Afraid!

Jesus wore a robe, was shod in sandals, never owned property, traveled less than 200 miles!

A “King” for all mankind! Never a celebrity! No faux golden crown bespeckled with precious jewels! No designer anything! Just---an inscription…INRI “Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews”!

“For God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son to die for the sins of humanity and that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)

Perjury! Heresy! Torture! Scourging! A Crown-of-thorns! A heavy cross! Nails! Death!

Our precious, holy, sacred Stations-of-the-cross reveal the story of Christ’s worthy sacrifice.

In His “end”?---A new beginning!...In Jesus’ resurrection Christ defeated evil death! Amen!

 

Easter-prayer!

 

Oh! Glorious morning light-of-Easter-morning dawn! Alleluia! Alleluia!

We humble accept and respect His tribulation and miracle Resurrection!

His Christian-generous “gift” guaranteeing our Redemption & Salvation!

An evil lie of heresy, jealousy, envy and pure hate served to condemn Him!

They stripped away His clothes! Mocked! Scourged! Spat! Ridiculed! Crowned!

Made Jesus carry a heavy cross! Denied! Nailed! Pierced! Defiled! Killed! Him!

One voiced his belief in the Lord and was rewarded with eternal sacred heaven!

Loved ones retrieved His holy body to lay Jesus in a borrowed temporary tomb!

On the third day Easter morn Jesus arose from human-physical “dead”! Alleluia!

The Deity-Trinity “plan” for God’s faithful to Redemption!-Salvation! Complete!

By the Father’s authority! Jesus’ Blessings! Holy Spirit Grace! Testament-fulfilled!

Pray (simple-humble) I be worthy of Jesus’ holy-sacrifice in Honor of God’s command!

Precious-Lord! Allow I return your perfect-Love with honest-generous Appreciation!

 

Alleluia! Alleluia! Happy Easter! Amen! (March 31, 2024)

Stations-of-the-cross

 

1.   Pilate condemns Jesus to die

 

Jesus: I am the Way! The Light! The Truth! Fear-not! & Follow-Me! For I am with thee!

 

That insidious evil of the “forked”-tongue spoken lie served its purpose well in condemnation!

 

Vacant-gossip! Faux-jealousy! Evil un-truth! Purposed-selfishness! Self-hate! Sins-of-man!

 

Persecution!---Yet, Jesus stood tall, unflinching, un-afraid, absent defense…Humble & Pure!

They put a purple robe on Him placing a crown of thorns on His head, mocking the “king”.

He refused to dignify their purposed evil-sins with rebuttal---Best…to hold thy eager-tongue!

 

Judge-not lest ye be judged! Know thy enemies! Hold the friends close, thy enemies closer!

 

Jesus’ sacred-holy life displays a Value-in-Truth worthy of imitating Exemplar Virtue-Love!

 

By my worthy-example, let character reveal Truth absent any obfuscation thus resulting Love-Appreciation codified-in-evidence inviting imitation of such Virtue concluding spirit Peace!

 

In Christian-generosity of humility silently reject evil-assault absent validation-of-challenge.

 

Silence-is Golden! Our Jesus-Savior conditioned us by example to withstand faux-arrows!

 

Fear-not hollow-evil word attack! Follow-Me in the image of My example! Evil cannot stand!

 

Amen!

(Day 2 of 14 Tomorrow)

Sun!

 

Sun!

 

A-pleasure to enjoy your comfort-warmth!

 

A golden-shaft to-light a clearing in a copse of-pine.

 

Sparkle-diamonds on a Whisper-wind stirred Fox

Lake where Dad and I sit in a row-boat over our

secret crappie-bed on a summer-afternoon; we

“deep-sixed” our Christmas-tree weighted with a

concrete-block wired to its-trunk by laying it

on winter’s frozen-ice so it would-sink upon the-

thaw, thus providing spawning-cover for our-query.

 

Heat-building on the south roof-slope to melt cold-snow.

 

A cold orange-orb ascending the eastern-horizon

washing out that pink-blush hint-of-dawn that summoned-sunrise.

 

The marvel of filigree-shade in cool-delight mid-morn.

 

Long purple eve-shadows soon to-tally another Glorious-day!

 

And, then - - - thy secret-partner - - - an alabaster-pale full-moon!

 

And. In yonder midnight-space I dare-dream a-Fantasy

to soar an eternal-cosmos on winged-Unicorn awaiting-day!

 

Amen!

Golf!

 

Golf! What a –game!

 

85°! Cerulean-sky! Puffy, white-clouds! The sweet-

smell of fresh-cut grass! The dimpled-ball teed-up!

A long-shafted driver coiled with potential-energy!

Muscles-taught to-spring kinetic-energy down the

long, narrow God’s emerald-green fairway seeding.

The manicured-green punctuated with a white-gonfalon

pinnacled with a breeze-wafted red-flag No.1! Wow!

 

Life - - - is…Good! Golf slathers sweet-icing on the life cake!

 

Delicious! - - - it absolutely-is… a fantastic-adventure!

 

Why? Does a game where one hits a little white-ball

as far as possible - - - only to chase it-down and, then,

hit it again…offer such “Peace-of-mind” satisfaction?

 

Hmm!? Well! Let’s just explore that-“fiction”

 

Could require some very-expensive psychoanalysis?

 

But, No! like everything in-life, it’s really quite-simple.

 

In-golf- - - the only-competition (like all-competition)…

is only with yourself! Always - - - “Do” your very…Best!

 

Amen!

Rainbows! Butterflies! & Unicorns!

 

Flutterby-Butterfly!

 

Deliciously-enhancing arch-rainbow subtle hues and

strikingly-bold color-beauty of the flower-garden comes

a plethora of dainty-flittering “Flutterby-Butterflies”!

 

Amen!

Halo! (Part 2 of 2)

 

Frustration and boredom led to-trouble; three of the-men

were arrested by the Military Police charged with robbery

and rape; they were intoxicated when apprehended in a closed-bistro

in the company of a young-woman who affected the-complaint.

 

For these-offenders - - - the war was-over… Leavenworth!

 

Any military hates a “black eye”! The P.R.-guys

covered-up and spun the-atrocity as best they-could.

 

So the-word came down from above: A pontification:

All-officers, downward in the chain-of-command, would

be held-liable for any further-“embarrassments” of the-army.

And, the-General ?- - - exempt from any-responsibility?!...Amen!

 

And so, the superiors clamped-down - - - Hard!...Fear-is

a wonderful motivator! Also, in one-day the order-came:

Move-out!

 

People often “Move-on” - - - trying to leave their troubles-

Behind… in-that, the army was no-different!

 

Bury-the dead! Hide-the-Truth! Begin a new-campaign!

 

Pops’ company was ordered to “Move-out” at noon the next-day.

 

On the morning of the eleventh-day in Gay-Paris, Pops

spent the last-penny of his meager cache.

 

When he knocked on the door across from the bridge with

the empty milk-bowl on the-stoop, he was burdened with four

large-sacks loaded with loaves of-bread, blocks of-cheese,

pastry-delicacies and four quarts of-milk. Praise-God!

 

Pops’-helmet glowed a golden-halo that day!

 

Amen!

Halo! I (Part 1 of 2)

 

Helmet “halo”-glow!   II

 

After 6 weeks fighting in France’s muddy fields, Pops

Finally, at last, got three-days rest in Gay-Paris! Wow!

 

The Allies were pushing the angry-Huns eastward, with

luck, hopefully, the-war would soon be-won and over. Hmm!

 

His helmet-glowed blue-white from an overhead-lamp

as-he stood on a bridge above the river-Seine. Pops

viewed the swift-flowing water, he reminisced about

the big-river back home and the creek behind the-barn

where he and his family crawfished Sunday afternoons.

 

A row of storefronts lined the river; above the myriad

commercial-establishments were 2^nd-story apartments.

Many served as “cribs” where delightful-mademoiselles

entertained lonesome GI’s. Pops-abstained, he had a-girl back-home.

 

At one of the doors located between commercial-enterprises,

Pops noticed a yellow-cat meowing to-be let-in. The-door

opened several-inches; Pops caught-sight of a slender, dark-

haired young-woman setting a-bowl before the-feline.

The hungry cat licked-greedily at the milk-contents.

 

The next-evening, Pops knocked at the door. “Dark-hair” “Merci!”

answered and Pops handed her two-quarts of-milk.

 

Orders-came - - - then-delays…new-orders…more-delays!?

 

Pops weathered the chaos in-stride; he’d been around long-

enough to have-learned to-endure, the younger-guys, who lived

a Hedonistic nether-world practiced-chaos, moaned and complained,

always outside earshot of any higher-authority in-rank.

 

Three-days in Paris grew to-five, -seven, and, finally-ten!

 

Pops spent time along the Seine, took in the-sights, bided his-

time, thankful for the-respite from the evil-Hell of-war.

 

His younger, and foolish, protégés suffered severe hangovers,

soon found their shallow-pockets empty. To add supreme-

insult to injury, the French-gals seemed less so-beautiful

after a week of-temptation and vacant-romance; also, their

affections and seductive-passion waned-quickly as the-money dried-up!

(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)

 

Halo

 

Helmet “halo”-glow!   I

 

Lightning-flashes and thunder-booming echo-crescendos

shattered an evil-darkness as mean-intentioned-bullets

screamed-“Death” in a raging-battle; the flashes and earth-shaking

concussions were absent Mother-Nature, rather, resultant of

heavy artillery-shelling of a muddy-“Hell” battlefield. Evil!

 

Steel-helmets glowed like a-cache of sparkling-diamonds in the

midnight-cosmos reflecting illuminations from artillery-bursts

highlighting the battlefield like silver mushrooms on some fantasy-

fauna-flora pine-meadow. But - - -evil-Death…knows no-humor.

 

Pops, so-nicknamed by the “boys” aged 19 and 20, because

he was an ancient “34”! buried his unshaven-face in the

slimy, cold mud of a French-field while clutching his

government-issue rifle beneath his-body and pressing

his steel-helmet tight against his-skull with a free-hand.

 

A seeming-lifetime later, in actuality, only 2 ½  hours, a

pink-blush hint-of-dawn teased the eastern-horizon.

 

The onslaught-ceased with day’s new-risen sun! Scary-Quiet!

 

Pops reached for his-canteen, took several-swallows;

the tepid liquid cool on his parched-throat. Ahh!

 

Daring to raise his head, Pops surveyed the-carnage. He-cried hot-tears!

 

Stumbling-forward, he spied a dead-bird, buried-it, placed a rock on-it.

 

Onward, Pops - - - and, the boys…marched, as the-dead, into their-future.

 

Amen!