Yes! I am bored, as are most of you. To placate myself I piddle at this computer and research a variety of subjects that itch my curiosity.
At first, I inquired as to how many of our recent viruses originated in China and why they did. Many of them have originated there. I discovered the Chinese like live animals to cook. They think the animals taste better freshly killed. Thus, the Chinese have the live and wet markets. They buy the fish still alive or the chicken, take it home, butcher it and cook it.
Europe and America, we don’t do this, we buy it frozen at Kroger, Winn Dixie or HEB. Some epidemics don’t arise in the country after which they were named. The Spanish Flu didn’t begin in Spain.
I would encourage all of you to look up the history of epidemics. I found it quite thought provoking.The first profound fact you will see is: Today's pandem...
I was listening to Franklin Graham, the late Reverent Billy Graham’s son, about the current crisis. He stated a very pertinent truth when he said”God will never leave you nor will your God forsake you.”
I have known the truth of this for most of my adult life, but I nevertheless paused to ponder the thought. Often, when I recollect a person or idiom, I presume I am being prompted to act. I usually call that person or in this case write a post.
What of those who have never acknowledged God in their life. If God is not there, then it’s impossible for him to leave. If your refuge and fortress in times of trouble is your government, then government is your God. There is no salvation to be found in your government. Mankind will eventually let you down.
We are fortunate to live in a country which can aid its citizens and businesses. What other countries...
“I was conceived in the falling of leaves.” This phrase was conveyed to me by way of suggestion this morning. In that realm between slumber and awakening. This phenomenon is not a rare thing with me being I have often mentioned my irascible poetry sprite that plagues my subconsciousness. It asserts itself precociously when I am not completely awake and vulnerable to its vulgarities. I would state it was spoken or communicated but that I would suggest I hear voices, which I do not.
As I lay there contemplating this bafflement, I gazed out my bedroom window. There on my plastered outer wall were shadows that flittered, back lit upon the faded beige and eroded paint of the plaster. Unseen were the branches that filtered the light, dappling it erroneously. The shadows were still and sharp but then blurred and frantic as they were stirred by an unseen brea...