On Thursday, May 7, our nation will observe the fifty-eighth annual National Day of Prayer. This year's theme is Prayer...America's Hope, based on Psalm 33:22, which says, "May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You."
While I find it sad that we have to have a "National Day of Prayer", I do have to say that I appreciate the fact that at least our government will recognize prayer. Everyday that little saying things are going to Hell in a handbasket rings loudly in my ears as I read the news. I'm thinking right now that handbasket is getting a touch full with all of the ensuing insanity. From babies being slung from cars going down the interstate, to public official flagrantly lying about their adulterous behaviors ... what has this country, this country that so many honorable men and women have fought for - fought and died for become.
My prayer for this National Day of Prayer will focus on the hope that the citizen's of America will turn to face God, get down on their knees repent and pray for His forgiveness, grace and blessings. Otherwise what exactly do American's have to look forward to ...
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
The America I Remember ...
Telephones ...
Rooster remembers crank handle telephones. Where you called the operator and she connected you to the party you were trying to call.
Rooster remembers party lines. His family's phone ring was two longs and a short. Of course the phone numbers were also something along the lines of SHerwood - 54499. You had to search out the "S", the "H" and then the numbers.
We both remember rotary dial phones.
We both remember push button phones.
We both remember our first "hand held" phone.
We remember "mobile" phones that were wired into your vehicle and would honk like crazy when the phone rang.
We remember "affordable" mobile phones that came in a bag.
We now, no longer have a land line. We only have our cellular phones.
Do you remember any of these things ....
Of course these were simpler times, times where you were polite and did not listen in on the party line. If you had to break in you only did it in an emergency, and you apologized for interrupting your neighbors phone call.
Neighbor, now that in itself is a word that is lost on todays society. Do you know your neighbors? Neighbors were those people you used to sit on the front porch with in the evening while the kids played hide-n-seek, kick the can, or even tag football if you were from my neighborhood. We girls practiced the latest "cheer" on the sidewalks while the boys played ball in the street. Our dad's didn't have to referee, because the older brothers made sure that the game was fair, even for the littlest of players.
I miss this America ... the land of the free, the home of the brave ... the one that still trusts in God.
Rooster remembers crank handle telephones. Where you called the operator and she connected you to the party you were trying to call.
Rooster remembers party lines. His family's phone ring was two longs and a short. Of course the phone numbers were also something along the lines of SHerwood - 54499. You had to search out the "S", the "H" and then the numbers.
We both remember rotary dial phones.
We both remember push button phones.
We both remember our first "hand held" phone.
We remember "mobile" phones that were wired into your vehicle and would honk like crazy when the phone rang.
We remember "affordable" mobile phones that came in a bag.
We now, no longer have a land line. We only have our cellular phones.
Do you remember any of these things ....
Of course these were simpler times, times where you were polite and did not listen in on the party line. If you had to break in you only did it in an emergency, and you apologized for interrupting your neighbors phone call.
Neighbor, now that in itself is a word that is lost on todays society. Do you know your neighbors? Neighbors were those people you used to sit on the front porch with in the evening while the kids played hide-n-seek, kick the can, or even tag football if you were from my neighborhood. We girls practiced the latest "cheer" on the sidewalks while the boys played ball in the street. Our dad's didn't have to referee, because the older brothers made sure that the game was fair, even for the littlest of players.
I miss this America ... the land of the free, the home of the brave ... the one that still trusts in God.
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