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Christian Police


Currently, they are the most picked on minority group in the United States. People shout how awful they are on social media, individually, and collectively. They are expected to take the abuse. As soon as people see them at work, they flip the camera on their cell phones to record them as if they are some escaped animal.
Yet, we are the reason for this discrimination. We hire military police just returning from fighting the enemy overseas. We expect them to do our dirty work. We want them fight crime, drugs dealers, clean up our accidents, and protect us from thieves, rapists, and even our upset friends.  I am talking about how we treat our law enforcement people.
In return, we want to skimp on their paychecks and benefits. We want them to have less time off. We want them to work in neighborhoods where anyone and at any time can purchase guns and ammo. While they are at it, we expect them to find some use for all the unnecessary military equipment our government bought and is just laying around.
In all honesty, the law enforcement people who gave me tickets for speeding, I wasn’t totally pleased. Police interference in my affairs was costly even if they were correct. If I were to commit a more serious crime now and again, I might be even more irritated if they were to stop me to say hello and ask what I am up to.
Yet, I admire all people who work in law enforcement. They are my heroes. They deal every day with the ugliness I don’t want to see. They make sure some idiot with things to do doesn’t run over me, even if he is upset he got a ticket. They deal with people under alcohol or drug influence who are unreasonable, insane, and upset. They deal with guts on the highway, suicides, and abused kids. In my civilized world, I pay taxes to not see such unpleasant things.
Law enforcement realizes that more crimes in their area are caused by certain people who look and dress a certain way. If it is a black neighborhood, it is usually young black males. If it is Hispanic area, it is usually young Hispanic males. If it is a white neighborhood, it is usually the black and Hispanic young males who get arrested. Yes, it is unfair. We want law enforcement officials to use tax money in an efficient manner. On the street, this is the most efficient way. On social media and TV, it is totally unfair.
We, in the United States, tend to look down on certain groups of people. If it isn’t one group, it’s another. If we wish to be called a Christian nation, I think we need to be Christ. The first thing we need to do is start picking each other up and helping one another be successful.
Lawmakers could do several things to help out. Moses ran a nation on ten laws. He did have a better law maker than we do. Lawmakers should work overtime to keep paper shredders running turning unnecessary laws into scrapes. When the laws become few enough someone can count them, then they can quit. All citizens deserve to be treated with Christian kindness. People need to be treated with respect, even if they don’t return the respect. That includes members of the other political party. Government agencies, businesses, and institutions need to treat the all citizens, including the poor and disenfranchised with dignity and respect. We can start by treating law enforcement people with the same dignity and respect we expect them to show us.

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Uncle Dad


On Mother’s Day last year, a woman in Missouri received a DNA kit from Ancestry.com as a gift. She grew up in a loving family where everyone took care of her. It wasn’t until she attended school did she realize everyone but her knew about their father. She had loving Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Mother, and cousins. But she didn’t have a Dad. She would ask her Mom but the only answer was it isn’t important.
So on Mother’s Day last year, the forty five year old woman swabbed her cheeks, filled out the paper work, and placed the package in the mail. Then she waited and waited. She was hopeful but very skeptical this would work. Finally, the day came when her results were in. She looked and discovered she had a “close” relative.
I was her “close” relative. As is part of my morning routine, I walked upstairs with a fresh cup of coffee to check my emails and Facebook messages. A couple of years earlier, my wife and I decided to also have our DNA done. We were horribly disappointed. We had specific things we wanted answers to and neither of us got a hint to those answers. So I was doubtful when I saw I had a message on Ancestry regarding a DNA connection.
When I read the message, red flags began waving. She lived in the Ozarks. She was conceived during the fall following the Summer of Love. At that time, I had just received my discharge from the Navy. I was working a night shift in Springfield, Missouri…in the Ozarks. While in the back of my mind, I wondered if this was some sort of internet scam. I never heard of the woman who told her name. Nevertheless, I answered her.
We instantly bonded and became close internet friends. After exchanging pictures from that time, I didn’t recognize her mother but 45 years is a long time. She asked her mother if I was familiar and she didn’t recognize me either. We didn’t know if “close relative” meant we were first cousins, brother/sister, uncle/niece, or father/daughter. We decided to test our DNA with a company that specialized in paternity testing. As we waited, we told each about our families and what history I knew of ours.
Kristie heard first from the company because it was in her name. They told her they were 98.4% positive I was her father. They had a glitch with one marker but that sometimes happens they explained. She called. We were both delighted. At first, it was awkward telling my wife she had a daughter for certain. She couldn’t understand how I could have a child and not remember the mother. But she was delighted as well. After three sons, she had a daughter and four grown granddaughters to go shopping with.

kristie and IThe very next evening, she called back. This time, I thought she had been crying. The DNA Company didn’t like having a glitch so they used more markers and ran the test again. They told her I was not her father. They were very positive I was her uncle. While he doubted it very much because he was so young, my brother sent his DNA in also. We finally met half way between Ohio and Missouri. As she and her husband were driving to our meeting place, she got a phone call from her Dad confirming he was 99.9% her father.
And that is how I became an Uncle Dad last year.

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In the early 1950’s a woman loaded her sample case of Stanley products in her car one morning. At the end of the day, she came home with a new son. This is a true story. Yet, it is not my story to tell. I think it is an exciting mystery that is slowly being solved by the son’s daughter. In God’s given time, it is her story to tell.
His adopted parents took extremely good care of him and his sisters. He had a wonderful life. It was only after he sadly died in his thirties, that his adopted mother finally told the story. And then, only after she was caught in several discrepancies about her son.
Apparently, it began one morning as she drove into a nearby desert town. At one of her morning door to door stops, she discovered a young, underage woman had just given birth. The new mother was being yelled at and threatened by a very drunk, angry, and disappointed father. Trying to be a mediator and settle the new born child’s grandfather down, the Stanley saleswoman failed. His last slurred words as he stormed from the home were if the baby was there when he returned, he was going to kill him.
For this reason, the saleswoman and new mother agreed that the baby needed a better home. Whatever agreement they made, it lasted a life time. When her daughters returned home from school, they were introduced to their new brother. They were told neither to mention their brother at school nor to discuss it outside of home. Her husband came home from work and readily agreed with the woman. The son was their son. He was their son for life.

Several years later the family was transferred again to a new state. At this time a family doctor helped. The family had a false birth certificate that was never questioned. The baby grew up, married and had his family, and sadly died at an early age.
In my opinion, the story is very likely true with one exception. I think everyone beforehand that when the baby came, it would be given to the Stanley saleswoman and her husband.
Fast forward to the present, the son has an adult daughter who longs to discover her missing family. With DNA, she discovered her real biological grandfather. He is a sweet and gentle man with a terrific and embracing family. The search continues to locate her real grandmother who sacrificed so much so her son would have a better life.

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The Mean Season


December 2, 2014

Christmas season is here. Unfortunately, it is another way of saying the Mean Season is here. The mean season begins with pushing and shoving while rushing to the first bargain battle on Black Friday, Thanksgiving, or whatever miserable day stores and malls decide. It ends when the last Christmas prize’s wrapping is wadded up and tossed into the trash.
It begins with numerous negative postings on social media sites. Posting, for example, that urges boycotting stores who tell associates to wish you Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas. Posting which urge readers to please share religious pictures of Christmas just to upset the censors at Facebook or whatever. Political posting that exclaim how terrible the black guy in the White House is for doing something like putting a gold star on the national Christmas tree instead of a white star like so and so did. All good intentions by good people designed to put Christ back in Christmas. However, I would like a major campaign this Christmas season to put Christ back in Christians.
What is wrong with a campaign to give a smile to overworked associates and help to tired fellow shoppers scurrying around stores for find Christmas happiness? How about sharing food with those who have no food? Or sharing your time and with those shut in or lonely? Isn’t this far more Christian than trying to upset some imaginary, unknown person? What is wrong with sharing your money with poor people directly instead of Corporate begging institutions? Is fretting over how well other people following your religion keeping you from loving them for trying? Different cultures do different things. Be the Samaritan. Be the kind of person Jesus would talk about as an example for all.

Once Christ is back in Christians, the mean season will a kind season once more.

Until then, have a Happy Holiday season!

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