To be a Christian

Mathew 25

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

Christ didn’t come to save the righteous. Sinners, the lost, the homeless, immigrants, transgender children, and all the people you love to mock and detest are included in the preceding scripture. You can continue detesting them, or you can follow Christ. But you can’t do both and profess to be a Christian.

 

Truth matters

 I try very hard to just post my happy little stories without ticking anyone off. But I’m worried about our country. Truth matters, and repeating falsehoods until people are numb and exhausted does not make them true. We’re told that our country is threatened by people because of their sexual orientation, or their religious beliefs, or their country of origin, or their support for human rights, or their belief in climate change and established science. Hogwash. Its not difficult to recognize those who actually threaten democracy. Democracy is threatened by those who deny election results and attack public institutions. Democracy is threatened by angry voices threatening civil war.  Democracy is threatened by violent rhetoric instilling hatred, promoting sedition, subverting truth, and sending hooded hate groups marching through our streets. SC

And then one day everyone woke as from a nightmare. We hugged. We cried. We reconciled. We shunned those who would divide us. And we rose as one, as brothers and sisters, and set out to face our future. SC

UPHOLD THE CAUSE OF FREEDOM

Shades of passion, dimly cast,

Crimson shades in purple glass,

Seen through bubbled windowpanes,

Hazy shades of what remains.

Shadows of what used to be,

Softly cast in memory.

Misty thoughts of days gone by,

Reflected in a glistening eye.

Days when valor flowed with ease,

From long forgotten gallantries,

When unrestrained, we sought the truth,

Reinforced by faith and youth.

When patriotic hearts prevailed,

While selfish cravings dimmed and paled,

When reverence soared for those who serve,

And we raised our flag with steely nerve.

Shirk not responsibility.

Rest not till all who thirst are free.

Dare not give credence to the lies,

And insurrection’s alibis.

Raise up as one and join our cause.

Lift up God’s truth; uphold God’s laws.

Heed not the despot’s wretched cries,

His insurgency, and wicked lies.

Denounce the mobs who sew mistrust.

Oppose their slander with disgust.

And do not let their falsehoods be

The death knell of democracy.

Lift our banner to the sky.

Bow your backs and raise it high.

Honor those who risked it all.

Boldly answer duty’s call.

Give no credence to the lies.

Don’t dignify, don’t heed them.

Salute with pride our flag-filled skies.

Uphold the cause of freedom.

Shannon Thomas Casebeer

September 25, 2021

When my family faces difficult decisions affecting the wellbeing of my wife or daughter, its our choice. My family makes the decision, and God have mercy on anyone who interferes. SC

Bend over ladies. Your butt belongs to the government and Trump’s fanatical base.

Heads up!

As some of you are aware, I’ve written three historical novels, loosely based on the lives of my ancestors. I post them to my Facebook groups in serial form, one episode each day. My groups are LIFEFORMS UNITED, and Old Dry Diggin’s aka Hangtown. New members are welcome.  The photo is my great great grandpa Asa Camp, and his family. Asa was a genuine 49er, having set out for Hangtown and the goldfields in 1849.