TV news commentators never cease to amaze me. They will pick a occurrence they consider news worthy and report it like it is the last important thing in the world. Then in their never ceasing effort to insult the intelligence of every viewer of their broadcast, they will pick some brain dead person who is unable to express themselves and ask them what they think. Of all the people standing around watching their little show at the time it was shot, what caused them to pick that particular individual?
There was a time when honor was strong within the police fraternity. Often you life depended upon knowing that the man behind you could be trusted to do what he had to do. If one of these demonstrated himself as a Judas other officers would have nothing to do with him. He then joined the ranks of the sick, the lame, and the lazy. That means he was assigned to a desk. Few listened much to what he had to say for he had not earned the right to be heard. When the political atmosphere changed and officers learned they could advance themselves at the expense of their fellow officers, everyone became worthy to express their opinion. After all, they now had an agenda and the political atmosphere found its strength in numbers.
What makes an individual worthy of being heard? What happened to earning the right to speak? In the same manner that respect is earned not assigned; creditability must be earned, it is not automatic. The news folks search for someone willing to voice an opinion agreeable to their agenda. What happened to honor? What happened to the value of experience and individual creditability? When did honor and truth become a casuality?
I fear that honor and creditability has gone the way of silence. We have lost our appreciation of being still and realizing that God is all around us. Knowing God has been replaced by noise. It seems that honor and creditability are causalities of agendas. These have been replaced by anyone’s opinion that is found agreeable.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
I WISH WE HAD PRAYED
Today was a glorious day! Besides being a shoot day, the weather was cooperating here in S. Texas. Low humidity with high 60’s, low 70’s, and that was all day! We gathered early in the morning, which is customary for a monthly shoot. Everyone appeared to be in high spirits anticipating the activities in store. Not only was this a great day to be shooting, a picnic had been planned for afterwards for even more fun and fellowship.
By 8:30 all attending had arrived, and the shooters meeting was started by the president of the club. The pledge was recited in unison both for our USA and the Texas flag. We’re all still having difficulty remembering the Texas one, but it’s starting to catch on. The highlight of the meeting was when sincere words of gratefulness were spoken for a couple of miracles that had been witnessed by most of these club members regarding two members. These two members had suffered significant trials in their lives. Both were now well on their way to recovery. I couldn’t help thinking to myself – Praises to God for His mercy and deliverance for these two people and their families.
My eyes searched the crowd as my spirit cried out – who has been asked to voice a prayer to God Almighty who has delivered such blessings already this morning. I hear muffled voices as the officers of the club lament and ask one another what other matters need to be covered since the safety portion was complete. I see a shrug, my spirit begins to fall, more like plummet, as I think of such an opportunity to praise God and give back to Him just a portion of all He had blessed us with this glorious morning. Then I hear, “Let’s Shoot”. Scripture flies through my mind as I now begrudgingly push my gun cart to my assigned stage. Silently I thank God for myself and on behalf of the others who never acknowledged God gifts starring each of us in the face.
We can talk about Father God, but if we don’t praise Him, he clearly tells us that the very stones of the earth will cry out in praise! (Luke 29:40)
Prissy Pearlene
#59753
By 8:30 all attending had arrived, and the shooters meeting was started by the president of the club. The pledge was recited in unison both for our USA and the Texas flag. We’re all still having difficulty remembering the Texas one, but it’s starting to catch on. The highlight of the meeting was when sincere words of gratefulness were spoken for a couple of miracles that had been witnessed by most of these club members regarding two members. These two members had suffered significant trials in their lives. Both were now well on their way to recovery. I couldn’t help thinking to myself – Praises to God for His mercy and deliverance for these two people and their families.
My eyes searched the crowd as my spirit cried out – who has been asked to voice a prayer to God Almighty who has delivered such blessings already this morning. I hear muffled voices as the officers of the club lament and ask one another what other matters need to be covered since the safety portion was complete. I see a shrug, my spirit begins to fall, more like plummet, as I think of such an opportunity to praise God and give back to Him just a portion of all He had blessed us with this glorious morning. Then I hear, “Let’s Shoot”. Scripture flies through my mind as I now begrudgingly push my gun cart to my assigned stage. Silently I thank God for myself and on behalf of the others who never acknowledged God gifts starring each of us in the face.
We can talk about Father God, but if we don’t praise Him, he clearly tells us that the very stones of the earth will cry out in praise! (Luke 29:40)
Prissy Pearlene
#59753
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