I’m Boycotting Xmas!


My Words will never pass away

My Words will never pass away

That’s right. I’m boycotting this. It’s a heartbreaking holiday, which I have found most people don’t understand. People filled with hate, still honor a god, whom they do not know. They pay homage, to Xmas, or Santa, or St. Nick. Or whatever else they may deem, their god.

The stores are itching their greedy palms in anticipation of this one day. The advertisements on tv are ripe with words of enticement. We should want this. This is the next big thing.

Really? Because this is the one time a year, people think they are expected to be nice? And why is that? Jesus Christ cannot be mentioned, except in curse or jest. The name, so offensive to some that the holiday, named after Him, can no longer carry His name. He has been ‘X’d out. A censor which has people walking on eggshells, lest we offend. Yet, these same, celebrate this day.

I listen to stories of people being robbed of money in mall parking lots. People breaking into homes to steal the gifts under the tree. The stories of suicides increasing at this time of the year. And the latest tragedy; innocent children gunned down.

As these little ones anticipated this holiday or perhaps this holiday season, they were violently snatched from this life. I watched the memorial last night and couldn’t bear the thought of these parents. Notes and stuffed animals piled up on the walkway. Candles to memorialize all of those lives.

I thought of my own tree and how it must feel for some of those parents. Gifts under the tree and yet no one to open them. Oh, how I wept. I was sobbing. It seemed no way of stopping the flow of tears. The pain is so unbearable, and yet, I’m a stranger.

But the Lord reminded me, that the true meaning of Christmas is that He was also torn from this life. Yet, His plan was to come to us. Immanuel, God with us. And knowing what a horrible death this would be. Yet, the violence of mankind was no different then. The heart of man is evil.  He has told us this. “The heart of man is wicked. Who can know it?” There were men who longed to spill His blood. Hateful and vengeful. Yet, they are the same ones who set aside this day to honor Him. And hate the rest of the year.

But Christ told us, “That no man takes my life, but I lay it down willingly, so that mankind may be saved.” Yes, He knew the plan, and yet He went through with it. For our sake. And He was an innocent, condemned to death. But He tells us, He is a man who has suffered all things.” He surely knows the sorrow we feel and He is here to comfort us.

Our Lord does not make evil happen. There is still a plan. Only He knows. We cannot understand why these terrible things happen. Our hearts reel with pain, as we try to find reasons. But He has a timetable to end this. And He has provided a way for us.A light in this darkness. A way for us to hold on to comfort. ” He layed His life down willingly, only to take it up again.” This is why we can celebrate. We will see our loved ones again.Like a bad dream, this will end. “And He will wipe every tear from our eyes.”

When King David lost his child. He fasted and wept, in the hopes of sparing this baby’s life. But after the baby died, his servant wanted to know why, he now got up to dress and eat. He told him, that his baby was with the Lord. “And he will not come to me, but I will go to him one day.”

This is the hope within each of us. This is what CHRISTmas is. And this we celebrate, every day of our lives. And what honors Him on this day and every day is, “The love we have, one for another.” Laying down our lives for another. This is the true HOLY day.

As Paul stated in scripture, “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.” So, I am boycotting, Xmas, and celebrating, the birth, death and rebirth of our Savior, Jesus Christ! 1Corinthians 15:19

Peace and blessings to all of you.

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I’m In Contempt….Again!


So I had a stressful holiday as usual and decided next year, to avoid it until after all the pagans are finished celebrating.  Of course I say this every year. I’m tired of the people taking up my parking space when I want to go grocery shopping. I’m tired of the mall shopper’s on the streets. I’m tired of the people with bad moods, just because they’re all trying to get the last-minute items for everyone, and they don’t even believe in anything.

Oh, I know, I know. Everyone is supposed to be something. At least that’s what statistics say.  But the truth is that no one knows what the original meaning of it is anyways, so I’m going to start doing my own thing.Well, it’s not as if I wasn’t already. But, I really mean, I’m just tired of doing  everyone else’s thing. Come on, hang with me on this one. Christ did not…and I repeat…He did not, celebrate His own birthday. And you can research this any time you please. I am an avid believer that everything had a purpose in scripture, and God said, that nothing was placed there without a reason, so, that being said, why didn’t Christ have birthday parties, yet we celebrate His? And, by the way, on a date, which, we just decided, for Him?

Nope, I’m thinking that this was a merchants, fiscal dream. At any rate, it’s fun for kids. Yet, I’m not sure if we are teaching the real message of love and giving. And I’m way over the bad attitudes, in the name of the goodwill to all men  No matter,how badly the churches scramble. Even they seem to be sending a message of trying to get something by using this holiday to bring hordes of people in. Even they have gotten way too commercial. They’re using all kinds of bait to draw people in the name of Jesus. Then  in the hopes of membership. Yes, I know this isn’t what some people like to hear because they get comfortable in those seats. So comfortable that they never leave.

The lights, the shows. It’s way over the top. I cannot even stomach the flashy churches with the show-stopping bands and lights. Sorry, if I don’t fit the image of all things religious for you. But, I’m not into it. Once I went to visit a church with a friend of mine years ago, and he said it best; “if the show starts, I’m leavin.” I started cracking up. But it’s true. I don’t think God needs a bunch of bells and whistles to get His point across.

Now, don’t get me wrong, not every church has a sinister agenda. There are some with a true desire to seek and save the hurting and the lost. But then they would get outside of those walls, wouldn’t they? I’m reading a book about this right now. Probably the best I’ve ever read on the subject. The Hole In Our Gospel by Richard Stearns, the founder of World Vision. He stepped down from position of CEO to serve the poorest of the poor.

This is the point. The love and compassion for the lost and hurting is what Christ wanted. Not a birthday party. So I am beginning to watch this whole exercise of Christmas with a mix of amusement and irritation.

Then I have all of the other things that come due at this time of the year. Like my brother’s guardianship report. Which most of you remember from last year. Yes, it always happens that I leave out some small detail and it’s kicked back to me with some threatening letter from the court, that I will have to appear if I don’t fix it, or “I’ll be held in contempt.” Or worse, “I could be removed as guardian.” The fact is, I’m the only real guardian, my brother has ever really had in his life. I love him and care for him. I’ve always protected him and wanted the best for him. He wanted to be with his family since my mother was forced to give him up and it was my desire to bring him home since I was a child. Now I have to jump through hoops ever year to prove that I am a fit caregiver.

Now the previous agency was just a generic entity, that made documents to commit fraud. They had listed all kinds of things on his reports. They had him capable of having a driver’s license,” marrying, the ability to  “buy and convey property.” What’s the big deal? Yes, if one would peer into some of th documents,  of the people with Special Needs and the elderly,they would find some interesting details. But that is the funny thing. Most wards of the state, have none to oversee their care so it is very easy to fly under the radar.

So, I painstakingly make out my  report year after year, even though nothing is going to change. I take him to his doctor to have him do his part. “Yes, he’s still mentally challenged. He still hasn’t been cured.”

Now, like clockwork, I get the letter. “Your letter has been audited and your letter isn’t clear about his residence. It should state, “current or present.” On page 6, it should say, what his plans are for the next 12 months. This must be complete in two weeks from date of letter or blah, blah, blah. Same old threat.

Oh, I’m so irritated. I would like to take last years and the year before. Or maybe the ones from up north. Oh no, those would pass no problem, they’re so ridiculous.

I make the necessary corrections immediately, but I have to go to work for a few days. Then the offices are closed. I decide to up to the office with my brother. I hand the secretary my report. She looks at me and almost with glee, she exclaims, “You can’t turn this in! It has to say, Amended on it!” “Well,” I told her. It did not say that in my letter. It only stated what corrections to make, and I made the necessary corrections.” Then she asked, “Do you have the letter with you?” “No, I didn’t bring the letter. I made the corrections, which I was told to make and brought it, before the date requested. But I’m sure you have the copy.” She yells back to the other woman, “You sent her the wrong letter! You didn’t tell her to write Amended, on her copy!” “Are you kidding?” For some reason, I’m not feeling the love from this woman. Really? Is the peace, love and joy, of the holidays, finished already?

Now she looks at me with a smile and says. “Oh, and you have to sign it again over your signature. And your attorney has to sign it again, over his signature.” At this point, I could see that she loved all of this control she was wielding over me.Wow, she must have really been shafted over the holidays. Probably got some sock’s or a Snuggie(so last year) “You mean I must go back to my attorney, just to have him sign above his signature again?” “That’s correct.” She said.

As I looked at her, all I could think of is that word “contempt” and how descriptive, it was of her.  She smiled and said, “Happy New Year!” I wouldn’t let her have the satisfaction of knowing that I was wondering how it would feel to slap her right now. Yes, I could do, three, instead of the traditional New Year’s kiss. One for each cheek. After all, it is a Christian mandate, isn’t  it?  Turning the other cheek? Except it would be her own. Yes, I’m zoning in right now;It’s all about visualization; HAPPY (SLAP)NEW((SLAP)YEAR!(SLAP)!AHH, That felt good. The Lord was right. We Should turn the other cheek! I smiled right back at her and said,  “Oh, Happy New Year to You!” Even knowing, full well, that I had to leave, again, to go to work the next day. Arriving home on the holiday, with only one day to spare to get this paper-signing feat.

But alas, I still managed to get this accomplished, and my attorney, said “Isn’t this stupid?” “Oh, believe me” I said,  I’m like so over all this nonsense!”

Those who should be held accountable, are not, and those who are doing the best they can are inundated with paperwork and technicalities.   I’m ready to boycott Christmas next year, I’m over the courthouse records, guardianship papers, etc. It’s just more money and my time. So, I’ll just be doing my own thing from now on. That’s why I like Richard Stearns book. He found the Hole In Our Gospel. I saw the same thing many years ago. You can see it everywhere you look. But as we continue to pour ourselves out to a dying world, He fills me up. Those irritations will come and they will go.But He will lift me up, through it all.

Yes, that was my super spiritual moment! So even though I did get back from my trip get those signatures and back to the courthouse. I got everything in order. Next year and the year after….I’ll be in contempt again and again and again!!!!

Braving the Winter Storm


I have been shopping for Christmas gifts, and I found myself getting very emotional in a store yesterday. I was looking at things for my mom. I remember, as I’m looking at clothes. Her hands are frail and she’s having difficulty with the simplest of tasks. Buttoning, unbuttoning. Opening little things. She’s even requesting that I walk her from one room to another. I find myself thinking, how many more Christmases do we have?” Time is so fleeting. It seems like yesterday that we were young and celebrating Christmas, with anticipation.

She recalls these days, often. “What I loved the most was going to church on Christmas Eve.” She says. Yes, I recall these very special years, in my life. We all went to school right down the street. It was Atonement Lutheran. Every class participated in the Christmas program. Each class was responsible for reciting parts of the Christmas story. When it was time for the kids in Kindergarten, to speak, it was always the best. So cute, and there was always, one or two, kids who were trying to yell louder than the rest. With their missing teeth and squeaky voices, it was adorable, even to us older kids.

At the end of the service, we would leave, to go home and on the way out the door, we were given stockings with peanuts and oranges. It’s amazing how wonderful this gift seemed to us. I think if I were to give that to my son, he’d say, “What the heck? Is this a joke?”

We lived down the street in a place called, Parklawn. And although, we were the poor kids, we all had a great sense of community. My friends from the outside, would beg to come visit me. They were so intrigued by us, “Parklawnian’s.” The poor people, who seemed to live in a perpetual party.

I have to admit. As rough as the Project life could be, we found our own entertainment. And back in the 60’s it wasn’t as violent as it is now. Although, we did have our share. We would get into physical fights and meet up at the park. But we didn’t have gangs or carry guns and knives.

My mom, tried to make our holidays special, even with her meager income. I appreciated that. Looking back, I’m amazed that she even made attempts. And her whole purpose for sending us to this school can only be God. She had to become a member, and I would sit in on the instructional classes. It was taught by Pastor Schaefer. Who happened to be the grandfather, of a girl in my class. She would later become a good friend.

You really never know what you’re doing that will influence a child. My mother would take me with her, because I was the oldest and she thought, I would behave. I always brought a book to read, but I was so interested in what this pastor was saying, that I would just listen to him. Seeds were planted in my spirit. I had the fertile ground to cultivate those seeds. I  hadn’t realized this until much later in life. But just coming through the spiritual storms, had dredged up this dry ground, and I was absorbing this ‘Water of Life.’ It was perfect timing in my life, to hear the Word of God. “And faith comes by hearing, and hearing, by The Word of God.”

As my mother and I recounted these experiences, I said, “Mom, I remember the earliest Christmas. It was with you and dad and we lived at, The Green House. This was the term we used to refer to our house we lived in, right before my mother and dad split. It was a cute little green house, (hence the name) Built brand new. I still remember the smell of stained wood and new paint. I remember the excitement as a child, moving into this house.

It’s amazing how many memories we have. I told my mom, “That year, I wanted a Barbie Dream House. You and dad gave it to me.” She had remembered that they stayed awake into the wee hours, trying to assemble this thing. I loved these memories. My dad,would place a sheet over the entry to the living room and we weren’t allowed to go in until after we had breakfast. My mom would bake cookies the night before, for Santa, and there were a couple bites out of each one. It is actually my only memory of her baking.

We would eat our cereal, with so much excitement, just to race into the next room. I wonder at times, how they did all of this, considering the major dysfunction with my dad’s drinking and the abusive nature of their marriage. Perhaps this is why I love these memories; it shows how a sense of giving,  can bring people together. If it is only for a day. How healing comes through self-sacrifice.

That Barbie Dream House, had all of my own fantasies, wrapped inside. I had drifted into my own world. As I watched my brother, Dennis, I grew so attached to him. I taught him to walk and he would seem to know when I was coming home from school. A few short month’s later, it seemed, he was gone. Spinal meningitis, had stolen him from me.

My father and mother were separating and I was in crisis. Yet no one noticed. After all, I was a child. I learned very early on, that the Dream House was destructible.  It would not withstand the test of time any more than my whimsical family life.

Now, I am sharing memories with my mom and wondering how much time I have with her. I seemed to have turned a corner in our relationship. For years, her attitude has been stubborn and argumentative. I see a softness in her.

We had watched a movie starring Betty White, yesterday and I commented on how vibrant she is. “Yes,” she said, “You have to have something to look forward to.” I thought, this is so true. We have to feel relevant. It was the reason my father, lost his desire to live. He felt he had no purpose and it’s the reason that people just give up.

Just last Christmas she was upset about a toaster. And this year, I bought a bright, red toaster for her. I can’t wait until she opens it, as it has become a joke to all of us. I went into a Salvation Army, the other day, and amazingly, I found a little porcelain toaster too. I was so tickled and knew it had to be God.

Toaster

She is happy with the simplest of things. My son gave her a little ornament last year. It says, Grandma, on it. It lights up. And she keeps it on the table so she can look at it. She pick’s it up every few minutes and says, “This is so cute, isn’t it?”

I realize that I’m getting sad, that she doesn’t keep talking about her return to Wisconsin. She used to drive me crazy with this incessant talk. But now she hardly mentions it, and I feel more upset about not hearing it. Is she beginning to give up?

I woke from a dream this morning. In this dream, I had a doctor’s appointment, with my mother. I had been out shopping and a snow storm, was just starting. I must have lived somewhere else. I looked all over and couldn’t find my mom. I asked my kids, “Where’s grandma?” They told me she went out for a while. I was frantic. “Your grandma can’t go out by herself! She doesn’t even know where she is!” I was furious, and terrified, at the same time. I started running from room to room, with the hopes that they were wrong. “I’m sure I’ll find her sitting quietly on the bed.” I thought. Every where I looked, it was empty.

I’m now wondering if I should call the police. I look outside and it’s beginning to get dark. The street lights are on and the snow is coming down so hard, it’s blowing sideways. There’s no way she can survive out there. I’m panicking.

I go into a bathroom and see a hole in the ceiling. “What in the world? I climb up and realize that my daughter and a friend, had broken some lights, and had found a hidden room. Then I remember, there were rooms in the highest level of this house, which I never went into,because of fear. It is a nightmare I’ve had for many years of my life. I would not enter into this highest level and open these doors. But now I was looking at them from below. I see that my daughter and her friend had found this secret room. And there were all kinds of things in here that I could use. I saw paint containers and tools. I was looking at a ladder, coming down from one of the rooms which I would have never entered. But somehow, from this perspective, it was all so non-threatening. I felt a sense of relief, that I had been able to finally access this all alone.

When I woke, I began to dissect this. Of course, I know that this dream, had bit’s and pieces of my life throughout. I see that the Lord has tried to show me how fearful I’ve been to open certain doors. As I’ve been told in my past, these are the areas, He wants us to give to Him. And as He helps us to open them, we will see that, we have all kinds of tools, which will help us. “I know the plans, I have for you,” says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

My mother is one of those rooms. I hold on so tightly and I am afraid to face the winter storm. Distracted in my search for her, by a room which had hidden all of my fears. He revealed to me that, He is in control and I felt Him trying to prepare me. At times, the thought of her leaving, makes me scared. When she wakes up too late, I have fear. When she loses interest in little things, like her Soap Opera, I try to rekindle her fire. As if by doing this, I’m the one holding onto the silver cord of life. Christ reminds me that He is the reason we celebrate this holiday. He is the “Light of the World,” on Hanukkah, and the “The Greatest Gift,” on Christmas. He’s greater than any Barbie Dream House, and He’s not a fairy-tale.

I’m so thankful that my mother listened to the voice of the Lord and gave me the opportunity to Hear the Good News!

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!

The Blizzard

Black Friday on the Crazy Train!


The Prince of Darkness beckons you!

And who would be a better representative of this momentous day, other than Ozzie? The Prince of Darkness to promote this day. Come on out folks. Take your chances and board, ‘The Crazy Train,’ to shop on Black Friday!

Yes, I continue my rant. I can’t resist. I went to the Swap Shop on Black Friday. So, I’m not a legitimate, Black Friday, shopper. But I just had to get into the murky waters, of river rats, swarming to the malls.

Now, my son knows. I’ve given him the drill, “no yelling at bad driver’s,unless he’s driving. So, as is his custom, when he sees my tension rising because someone cut me off, etc; he touches my steering wheel and yells, “Moron!”

I go to the local Flea Market, to check out some things. I hate to pay full price for anything. And besides, I have a good friend, who works there. He lives solely from the proceeds, he brings in from selling things donated to him.

I  love the hunt that comes with looking for that certain thing, which is too ridiculous to buy at a retail store. Most people who go to bazaars and flea markets, know, it’s all about bartering.  I learned a long time ago, that people redecorate, and just get rid of things, which are in brand new condition. I’m not going to pay way more than an item is worth, just to say, “it’s new.” I don’t care about, “the story,” and I sure don’t care about impressing anyone.

Then the icing on the cake, confirmed every ill feeling I had about our new excuse to spend, Black Friday. I was watching the news, later. People trampling each other, and a woman, pepper sprayed a crowd, at a Walmart. Why? Oh, well, don’t you know? She had to get that X-Box. Well of course. Everyone, should have one. Honestly, I could have been watching, Wall Street, and the Occupy movement. It looked identical. Except in this case, a shopper sprayed other shopper’s. At least the 1%, stay at home with the $$$, until the chaos of the poor, greedy people, has subsided. While those in the media and marketing, who had created this blitz, probably sit back with their golden bowls of popcorn and watch in amusement. I’d think very similar to the gladiators, of old.

I watched with amazement, to see what greed, caused such actions. And it’s just this greed, which is the root of our problem in this country and in the world. The need for instant gratification. It’s not isolated to those in the top echelon of society. It all begins in the heart.

Yes, Ozzie was right. This is really, The Crazy Train! I’m sure not boarding. No one seems to notice, that, Black Friday, is just a new term, to turn this season into a ‘vampire holiday.’ It’s another ploy to get the people in red, to put them in the black! Playing right into their greedy hands.

Now, we also have, “Small Business Saturday.” Oh, great. Let’s not forget about those poor small businesses. Yes, it reminds me of my daughter. The other morning she came home at the wee hours and I was irritated.  She went to work and didn’t return. I knew she hadn’t worked 12 hours and I was concerned. “Mom, I was helping to set up so we could feed the orphans tomorrow. I would think you’d be happy about that!” Oh, here we go. A table-turning??? You think I can be manipulated that easy? I had to point out that I wished she were that considerate. If she was, she’d think about her own family and the turmoil she’s been causing. “Well, you better help with the orphans,” I said, because you may be standing out on a corner with a sign yourself!” Like everyone else, I pointed out, her priorities were a little messed up.

Now, these marketing strategies, seem to be working. All these people spending money we don’t have. Wait, last I heard, we were supposed to have a huge deficit. But then we have corporations, getting bailouts, only to turn around and declare bankruptcy. (Solyndra) All the corporate people probably helped the economy, by plugging it back in during their shopping sprees, this Christmas.

Now, I  think we need to use every day of he week, just to get that economy pumping again. I mean, if we’re going to be played, how about taking advantage of this, and guilt people into spending, for 7 days? We can really be tapped out by Christmas. Wonderful. And think about how much interest, the bankster’s can make from all the bankrupt people. Then when the bills come, which no one can pay, we’ll just increase the deficit. Yes, I definitely think we need to add some more incentives to spend.Ahh, the heart of man. Just persuade them to get the latest gadget. The ‘must have, for this season. And I love the fact that we’re supposed to actually feel sad, for those poor businesses.

How about, “Spend your unemployment, Sunday? Food Stamp gift cards, Sunday. Madoff, Get Out of Jail Cards, Monday. Bail out your favorite corporation, Tuesday.Repossess your purchases, Wednesday.Oh, and my favorite, “Bail Out an Occupy Wall Streeter, Thursday.

Yes, there are just so many opportunities to give.  And didn’t our Lord say, “It is better to give than to receive?” And I guess some people think, you should run people down to get that gift. Well, at this rate, “on the 12th day of Christmas, I’ll be eating my partridge in my pear tree.”

Oh, I am really starting to understand that the Lord was literal, when He said, “Peace on Earth, Goodwill, to all men.” Yep, that’s where I shop, and so will you, if you keep squandering. Hope you remember the real meaning of this occasion. That’s right….His name is Jesus! The reason for the season!

Ode To the Flight Attendants Bill of Rights


snowpocalypse!

 

 
It was Christmas and  all through the night, the cooking the cleaning to make everything bright.
Now, the day has arrived but because I am flight crew, I can’t just, ‘sit down’, I must call, Jet Blue!
Yes, that’s right, this is Christmas, but I must not forget! Naughty or Nice, matter’s not, I Must be on this list!
I have a trip the next day and I cannot be late. This is the one thing, that  Scrooge,will not tolerate!
 
How did I do it? I wonder sometimes? I must have some angels working overtime.
On a perfect eve, I would have checked in, in advance. Drat, it didn’t work.
I won’t leave this to chance.
I was taking my friend home and the decision was made, I would swing by the airport and check in that day.
 
I arrive at the counter and empty it was. I was listening to the agents, as they quietly, ‘buzzed.’
“They’re canceling flights, for this terrible storm. It’s Big, It’s Ferocious, It isn’t the Norm!”
Hmmm, As, I spoke with the agent, I inquired, “Could this really be true? An airline so consistent, to cancel all flights as Jet Blue?”
“Oh, yes, she assured me, tis true!”

“Well, then there is only one answer, for me,” A storm, such as this, to cause such a fright. There’s nothing to do, but to go out tonight!”
I went back to my home and all through my fortress, the calmness and comfort, was now under duress!
Oh, do you think Mr. Scrooge knows what we do? No, and even if he did, he doesn’t care! Boo-hoo!
 
I finally made sure all the left-overs were packed up with care. Making sure my family was taken care of, while I wasn’t there.
 
Once again, I returned to the airport and found, nothing was happening, it seemed not a sound.
It was hard to believe, that this talk could be real.  I wondered to myself,what is the big deal?
I got on my flight with no fan fare at all. Wide open. But I was glad the next morning, that I heeded the call.
 
The flights started canceling early that morning, and I was sure glad,that I heard that dire warning.
Now I was working my flight, and we taxi ‘d out twice. Thank God, I said, for that Passenger’s Bill of Rights.
 I saw that snow, falling hard and sticking, and I sure wasn’t liking it while that clock was ticking.
The runways, closed, all but one; and it happened to be our flight, and I was praying for “Done.!”
We just happened to be flying with “St.Nick,” on that flight. I told him in briefing he was our bright light!
 
I offered my work to our “Scrooge Desk,” while there. They told me, “No worries, we’ll just use our 35 spares!”
What 35 spares? May I ask? 
New York is declared a “State of Emergency” This could be quite a task!
To tell them to come, when we are here now. This isn’t right. I’m sure they thought, I was the one who wasn’t bright.
 
Sure enough. Here he came. The poor guy told his story. 4 hours it had taken, from Brooklyn to get here. No excuse he been given, “he been scrooged,” not forgiven.
They have no mercy, he shlepped his bag through ice and snow. 3 busses and walking, no matter how cold.
He got there at 4, to find out his flight didn’t leave til next morning. No call given. Oh, no such warning.
 
Oh, yes, that’s right!!!! I jumped to my feet, and made such a clatter! My flying partners had to ask, What is the matter?
I answered, There is something missing here!!!!! The Silence is SO LOUD ITS DEAFENING!!!!!
COULD IT BE????
The FLIGHT ATTENDANT BILL OF RIGHTS?
Yes, there has one in place, for many years, and come about through many fights.
 
 Oh yes, there is a Santa Clause!!!!! Yes, Yes, Yes!
I told them, we’re the ones with the power to make this happen, but we must take a stand.
But it has been corrupted by those who are holding the reigns, and they are not Santa, no, they think we are slaves.
 
Now,  I said to my flying partners,
When you think about this, who are the only ones you haven’t heard from at all?????
 In a dire circumstances, the ones who must answer our call? Aren’t they the ones who we pay to protect us?
Now I don’t want to be so negative, but here’s the real rub, I’m going to be paying even More, for my dues in this club!
 
Oh yes, to maintain their position, they make all kinds of noise, with a clickety clacket.
But where I come from, we call this a Racket.
Have you guessed the answer to this riddle????
That’s right, it’s the union. The one,  which is supposed to represent its members.
It’s not Santa’s elf….not not that little. It is a magnum force,but not larger than ours.
If we stand together, we become the POWERS!
 
So come on, David, and Reggie, and Albert, and Mitchell.
St.Nick and Jackie, and Samantha stop bitchin! Let’s stand up let our voices be strong. Especially when it comes to the ranks of our own.
  
That union is inside, out. Meant to look, mean and menacing, But they’re the ones who do harm, by they’re lack of representing.
 
Mayor Bloomberg was slow to respond? Yes and now he is apologizing.
Well, maybe the union should take a lesson from him. The patience of people is wearing thin.
 
Now the Grinch has stolen from many, but he will steal no more, if only men will finally learn, in the end he has in store.
Nothing, for greed cannot satisfy, those who seek, Christmas is in the heart.
And even Scrooge did find this out.
So, stop and think about the end, and what this life is all about.
 
Jesus Is the Reason For the Season!
  
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!!
 

 

I’m In Contempt


and so many other things

I just couldn’t handle it today. I was supposed to have my Guardian Report in month’s ago. But I thought it was by December,because that’s when I did it last year. Because, I was late last year too.

But this year, I picked up my mom up in July. I returned to training, in June. And she was calling me to come and get her in a frantic voice, on my very first trip back. I was so upset, and I couldn’t sleep. I remember being so worried, and I had to tell her, that although, I was going to wait until the next month, I would get her in between trips.

So, needless to say, I was certainly not thinking about a report, that needed to be filed.Now, I had more responsibilities, with her care. My brother,was really easy, compared to the things she needed.

But now, I received a paper from the court, stating that if I didn’t get this report filed I would be “in contempt.”

I had all my trips, back and forth, to New York. I did this last year, so thinking it is not a big deal, I’ll just find some time to finish before the 3 days alloted me for the hearing.

Not so easy. My trip gets messed up with weather.Then I make a crazy flight home in a whirlwind flight with a girl who can run like the wind. I laugh at how she makes the impossible seemingly possible, and now this will be a done deal.

I get home on the 2, and the hearing is on December 6th. I get up early. Get my brother off to school. Praying that my mother rests just a little bit longer. I get on the computer and try to pull up those reports, only to remember that I did a system restore. Oh, yes I did. I wiped out all that information. Everything gone. All that stuff that was so easy, is a difficult task.

And now, I called my attorney’s office,only to be told that it can’t be 3 day’s to the hearing. I think, this can’t be true. So I personally go to the courthouse and speak to the deputy. She tells me, to speak to the secretary.

I speak to her and she says, “Of course, just fax me your info and we’ll give you an extension.” “Yes, that’s great, because I’m leaving on a trip.” I tell her.

Besides the fact that I must take my brother in to have an evaluation with a doctor. (As if anything is going to change) And my attorney needs to sign the documents.

I have all kinds of things going on. I celebrate Christmas and Chanukkah and I realize that my attorney is Jewish.

I go type up the written request and fax it. Today my attorney calls to ask whether I’ve heard anything. “No.” I tell him. “Well, we have to show, or you’ll be in contempt.” he tells me. “Well, then I’ll be in contempt. They told me they’d give me an extension, if I send a written request. This is ridiculous. It’s a matter of paperwork!” 

I was talking to my girlfriend after being so overwhelmed to the point of almost crying today. I said, “I’m so sick of all this. I snapped at my mom. I’m probably going to go to jail for not having my report in for my brother,while all the criminals are getting away with murder!” We started laughing. She said, “Yea, did you hear about that woman today, that was arrested for having $200 worth of overdue library books?” “Oh,that will be me!” I told her!

Definitely no good deed goes unpunished! My attorney finally told me to fax him the request and we’ll see what happens.Isaid to him, “Hey it’s Chanukah, what are you doing at the office, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at home celebrating?” “I’m putting out fires, here.” He said. “Hmm, Good point.” lol

 I guess I am rather contemptuous,at that. Ask people who know me. I’m always flying by the seat of my pants.Perhaps it is the reason, I am a flight attendant. And a contemptuous one, at that. So if I end up in prison, I’m sure, I won’t be on Santa’s nice, list, but, please send me some cookies….oh, and don’t forget to look out for my family!!!!

p in prison, please send me some cookies, and take care of my family!!!!

“I Am the Light of the World.” Jesus Christ


Yes, it’s no coincidence that both Chanukah and Christmas are all about lights. The Son of God, came into the world and filled the darkness with His light.

The Festival of Light or Feast of Dedication, as it’s also known is full of pictures of the messiah. In fact He was at the Feast of Dedication, when He spoke these words. Once again, to all the religious teachers, were too blinded to really understand His message to them.

When Christ was born, He entered into the world and He was laid in a manger. He was wrapped in swaddling cloths,(a white linen cloth) for warmth. A beautiful picture, but only the spiritual eyes could see the full meaning. Not only a picture of His birth, but it would be a picture of His death ,the white linen grave cloths. Also, remember, this from my earlier post, is what the Lord tells us we must purchase from Him, to cover ourselves at His coming, “to cover our shameful nakedness.” (Rev.Church of Laodicea)This cannot be purchased by ‘covering ourselves,’ as the world would do, but by allowing Him to cover us with His righteousness through the acceptance that we are sinners.

The wisest men of the day, the ones who also studied the lights in the sky, knew where He was to be born. And there He was, just a babe, however, the picture is incredible, is it not? We have been so inundated with Hollywood fantasy, we fail to grasp the sheer magnitude of what really took place that day. God, stepping into the body of flesh and being born into a sinful, corrupt world. What a picture already beginning with his parents having to be alienated because of a death sentence against all male children, and to find no place to stay but a barn. Yet, God the Father, with the plan in place, provided for their needs, and He also foreknew that this would be the picture for us all. No, Christ was no lying in a cute little basket, but a manger, where the animals ate their food. He shared a bed with the creatures of the earth. He became a servant to us all. How can we be anything more than He was? But yet it is that pride in us that He tried to combat on this earth. The very first sin. He tried to show His disciples “that unless they would allow Him to wash their feet,” they had no business following Him. Always giving lessons and like us all, the disciples were always needing to be reminded. Every time I see Jesus saying to Peter, “Are you still so dull? I have to think He’s speaking to me.

Now when the miracle of Chanukah took place, it was a small band of men, God used, once again. He likes those kinds of odds. This miracle was a very significant picture, because just as the Passover with the disciples pointed to the past Exodus from Egypt, and future resurrection of Christ, Chanukah, pointed to the past, Jesus as a baby, Him speaking of the Dedication of the Temple and the future, the Holy Spirit filling our temples.

The oil in the lamps was made of olives and the olives needed to be pressed very hard to get just a small amount of oil. It would have been impossible for the Macabees to get this oil in time. The oil in scripture is also referred to as The Holy Spirit and it is not until we are “hard-pressed,” that this anointing is really released. Most of us must suffer to begin to walk in faith. To understand what it is to be totally reliant on God.

The cruz of oil was then filled with enough for one day. The Lord reminded us to pray this way as well. “Give us this day, our daily bread.” Just as enough manna, (bread was also a picture of Christ) was only given for one day to the Israelites, as they wandered the desert. This is how they were being taught His ways and learned to follow Him and to trust Him for their provision.

Next a “swaddling” was placed into the cruz of oil to allow it to burn. Here is where we see the ultimate picture of Christ. He was “filled with the Holy Spirit.” The wise men, knew that this was a word picture and the fulfillment of prophesy. Through this little baby, all the nations of the earth would be blessed. “Here He was wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” And now you had all of the heavenly hosts proclaiming “Glory to God in the highest, Peace, Good will to All Men!

Now when we celebrate chanukah we can see that the center candle, the Shamash, is the Servant, or Helper candle. It lights all the rest. Just the same way, that we are filled with the Holy Spirit when we ask Jesus Christ to be our Lord and Savior. He comes to us and places His light within us. But the real picture is that now we can dedicate the temple to the Lord. “Know ye not that you were bought for a price and you are not your own? Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.” We dedicate ourselves after we have received His free offer of salvation. It is only after receiving the power of the Holy Spirit that we can overcome the natural desires to sin. He gives us the power and there is no other way. We cannot earn it or work it out on our own. We can only acknowledge that we can’t do it without Him. To understand that He didn’t die for us because we are so good, but because we can’t be good enough. But He can and He loves us all so much. This is why He stepped down from eternal glory to suffer on our behalf.

On that day the angels in heaven rejoiced, “Immanuel!God With US!”  What a scene that must have been!

To only know that this innocent baby would suffer so much because of my sins makes me weep, yet He willingly did this for me and for you.

Jesus Is the Reason for the Season!

May you have a blessed Chanukah and Christmas!!!