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For Tyler, The Life Ring That Came In The Mail

The Christmas season was upon us in the year of 1993.  We were three years into a terrible economic downturn.  The real estate markets were suffering the effects of a bursting bubble and banks and lending institutions around the country were folding their tents.  People everywhere found themselves upside down with home and business mortgages.  Businesses where closing at an alarming rate, leaving those depending on them in a very bad way.  I was one of them.
 
My business had lost two of our biggest clients that had been around for decades.  One had been in business for nearly fifty years, the other, one hundred.  It couldn't have come at a worse time.  My wife and I had just leveraged our home against a commercial venture that was supposed to build a better life and add to our future retirement portfolio.  We bought land and put up a nice new building where I could apply my skills and become established, so to speak.  With the loss of those two customers, it was all in peril.
 
If this has never happened to you, consider yourself blessed.  My days were filled with stress and my nights were filled with dread for the next day.  Every day I went to work hoping that would be the day it would all turn around.  By the end of the day, I knew that wouldn't happen and all I had to hope for was tomorrow. But tomorrow wouldn't be the day either.  A feeling of hopelessnes began to take over and I was in a deep depression.
 
A great friend of mine recently pointed out that men tend to evaluate themselves based on what they are able to provide.  His words were right on and reminded me of what I felt when I was drowning in debt and unable to keep up.  Certainly, I was unable to provide much and my self esteem was suffering from it.  Indeed, my world was crumbling before my eyes and there was no part of my life that wasn't reeling from the effects of that economic meltdown.  Business and personal relationships were strained and sadly, even my relationship with God was effected by this three year war that had all but sucked the life out of me.  It was a very dark time when even a trip to the mailbox only brought more pain.  Until one day...
 
A couple of days before Christmas we received a card in the mail from someone who would change my life.  The card was from the mother of a little boy who's story we had read months before in the local paper.  It was a great human interest story of how this beautiful little four year old had been diagnosed with leukemia, which was then in remission after months of chemo-therapy.  In the article, the mother was giving all honor and glory to God for the miracle of her son's recovery.  She wasn't the least bit intimidated by the secular movement that seemed to be gaining traction in the public square.  There she was, out front witnessing for God right there on the front page of the newspaper!
 
I had found the story a refreshing change from all the bad news that typically dominates the headlines and was moved to write a letter to the editor thanking the paper for printing the story and praising the boy's mother for her testimony.  Tyler's mother, Donna, had seen my letter and sent this Christmas greeting to thank me for it.  With the card, she included a picture of Tyler and his sister, Jenna and added a little more information about what the family had gone through. 
 
I was floored that she would go to such lengths to thank a total stranger for doing something that only seemed natural to me.  But this wasn't your typical "thank you" note.  This woman, who obviously knew God well, spoke in the language of the saints and her love for Him radiated from the page.  It may seem silly, but it felt as though I had received a Christmas card from Jesus, Himself.  A light had come on and yours truly was suddenly wondering how I could have been so blind.
 
In the midst of my misery and self pitty, I had overlooked God's greatest gifts.   Certainly, my problems were nothing compared to Donna's. I had been blessed with a wonderful wife and healthy children and my ungrateful attitude was brought into crystal clear focus through her gracious message.  She had, perhaps unknowingly, become an instrument of the Lord.  Though I was lost, He found me.  He pulled me from the depths of depression with a life ring that came in the mail.
 
To be continued..........
 
 
 
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The Kingdom vs. Mr. Hood

As a kid growing up in the 1950s and 60s, one of my favorite TV shows was Robin Hood. It was very entertaining watching the Sheriff of Nottingham being out witted by the clever Robin Hood and his band of merry men.  It wasn't until years later that I understood the message that was beamed into our living rooms every week.
 
We thought of Mr. Hood as a champion of the people, always coming out in defense of the downtrodden and never recognized the sinister methods he employed.  His legacy is that he "stole from the rich and gave to the poor".  How did we miss the operative word, "stole"?  This legendary folk hero was a thief - a well intentioned thief, but a thief none the less.
 
Mr. Hood is far from the virtuous hero presented by Hollywood.  He and his cadre of armed henchmen held up wealthy travelers unlucky enough to pass through their part of Sherwood Forest.  They were committing armed robbery.  Glorifying criminal behavior like this is certainly not a message we should be sending to our children unless you want weekly visitation with them at the local jailhouse.
 
It's also interesting how the responsibility of the poor is excused in the matter of  the Kingdom vs. Mr. Hood.  They were guilty of receiving stolen property and conspiring to conceal evidence.
 
The legendary tale of Mr. Hood sets up the metaphorical struggle between good and evil in the purest sense relative to moral character.  That's where so many of us fall off the wagon.  The fact that we're broken and corrupt to begin with is more than sufficient evidence of our need to turn to the instruction manual when things go wrong.
 
The Bible says: "You shall not steal".  (Socialist disclaimer: except in cases where the party of the first part is perceived to have been injured by the party of the second part or some social injustice, real or imagined, may have occurred, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah.)
 
The Left embraces an entitlement mentality which overrides common sense and Biblical teachings by promoting actions that will cause us to forfeit our salvation for a handout.  Here's a news flash. We all believe in entitlements.  Capitalists believe they're entitled to what they earn.  Socialists believe they're entitled to what someone else earns.  The socialist ideal is built on class envy and resentment for those who have been blessed economically.  Envy is bad enough, but things get particularly ugly when it builds a case for demonizing the producers to justify stealing the fruits of their labor.
 
Such is the strategy of the presumptive democratic presidential candidate who recently announced his latest plan for modern day income redistribution.  He plans to give "deserving" families a thousand dollars and he intends to fund this scheme with revenues stolen from oil companies.  Robin Hood has nothing on this guy.  Our presumptive democratic nominee has conspired to take, by force, that which does not belong to him and give it to those who did nothing to earn it.  This is the very essence of socialism - a crime by any other name. 
 
Attitudes of envy and resentment aren't considered virtuous according to the Bible and cannot possibly receive the blessing of the King of Kings.  We're supposed to celebrate the good fortune of others and be happy for them.  1 Corinthians 13:4 says: "Love is not jealous".  Well, if love is not jealous, what is?  If envy is not of God, then where does it come from?
 
The evil one tempts us to abandon our faith in God's providence in favor of our own methods of reconciling differences with others. The one who despises all things good, also calls us to stop being thankful for God's blessings.  God alone is the provider of all we have - not us, not the nanny state, not the presidential candidates, God.  Lining up for your illbegotten cut of the action will buy not one second of His favor.
 
Although the socialist leanings of the presumptive democratic nominee are an affront to my sensibilities, I'm even more insulted that the perp thinks he can buy my vote for a thousand bucks.  He'll snag a lot of suckers with that bait, but I'm not one of them.  I will not sell my country out for any price.  Furthermore, I choose not to become an accessory to grand theft, extortion, bribery and racketeering, thank you very much, Mr. Hood.
 
 
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