Please Don’t Try To Rap!


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Ok, I’m upset that today, my son told me he didn’t want to go to the Christmas ceremony, at our City Hall. Well, not that he didn’t want to go, but that he didn’t want to go with, “his mom, and grandma, because it’s dorky!” 

“Oh, really? So, you are now at an age, where, it’s dorky, to be seen with your mom and grandma?” “Well yea!” He says, as if I should just know when he’s hit that magic number. He tells me that, “all my friends will be there ,and they won’t be with their parents.” “Why wouldn’t they be?” I ask. “If they’re going by themselves, that’s just to start trouble.”Wow. Now I’m really turning into a stern parent. When I tell him that he can just come with us, and go hang out with his friends, he responds, “My friends wouldn’t just go there to hang out!” Ok, now I’m confused.

I realize that my mom, really can’t get around that well, and thought, she’d just enjoy looking at the lights. But I have to admit, it wasn’t the greatest thing to take her to. I drove up to a good spot in front of the City Hall. But as I went around to retrieve my mom, I saw swarms of teenagers, everywhere. And they were running like they were late for something. You know they sure wouldn’t be doing that for a class! So, I surmised that, they had all their little cliques, and my mom and I had wandered smack, dab into the feeding frenzy. These kids were, standing in mobs..

At one point, as my mom had her ‘death-grip,’ on my arm, a crowd of girls, were standing right in front of us on the sidewalk. We seemed to be invisible, as I said, “Hello!” “Oh,” a girl said, “Sorry.”

I began to think, “where are these kids parents?” When I looked around, I saw some people my age, and they were all kind of hanging together as well.And I could swear, smelled the distinct odor of alcohol, as I walked by many of them. Not the kids, the parent’s.It made me think of the remark one of my friends made, after seeing my son run head-first into a big bunch of sand as soon as we arrived to our hotel. He got up and was covered. “I firmly believe that every mother should have a flask, strapped to her belt.” She said.

I thought, “those are probably the parents, and I can’t say I blame them. I wouldn’t want to hang with my son either. Not when I see these crazy kids, running in packs. I would definitely gravitate to friends my own age. Another sympathetic person, of an aging parent, and a  teen. Yes, I can see why the need to bond, with someone in the midst of this madness.

I navigated my mom through the chaotic scene. Each time some kids came running past, I felt her grip my arm, tighter. I just wanted her to see some pretty Christmas decorations. As she’s constantly telling me that, “it doesn’t feel like Christmas, if their isn’t snow.”

Upon returning home, I shared with my son. “Hey, I saw your friends.” “How do you know?” He asked. “Cause, they were all a bunch of punks!” I said. And I started laughing. “You should have seen them. And they weren’t with their parents. They were just hanging out, causing trouble, like I told you. Geesh! They almost knocked your grandma down a few times.”

Now, he said, “Told you!” Ok, I had to concede. He was right. I didn’t want him there. But as he stands over me, it’s hard to let go. Now, he stands on his toes, and he’s towering above me. “Hey, mom. In a few more months, I’m going to be wayyyy, over your head!” As if this is proof of his maturity. Now he picks me up. Oh, doesn’t every boy love to do this to his mom?

I realized, he’s really growing up. I always want to give him kisses, or hugs, and that’s another, no-no, in the general vicinity of his friends. I get it. But I guilt him anyway. Just because that’s a mom’s job. “Hey, we only get just so many kisses and hugs, in our lives, and then it’s done.” But I’m starting to see that this, is losing it’s levity as well. I’ve got to come up with a new game-plan.

Now I’m sitting quietly with my mom. I watch her, and  try tothink back to when I stopped, participating in my life with her. When was it, ‘not cool?’  I was pretty young. Actually, about my son’s age. I still remember, her bringing us back from Lake Michigan. We had gone down to the lake-front, on a nice summer day. Now, looking back, it was quite a feat, for my mom, with all of us. And, on a bus.

Yet, when we were at the lake, I heard music playing from down the beach. I wandered off. I came to a place, which would become my favorite hang-out, a few years later. ‘The Site,’ as it was called. Here, a  rock band was playing. I still remember,the name; Sigmund Snopek. One of the guys was just flirting with me, and I was so giddy. A teenage girl, with so much attention, from this older guy. And he was a rock star. Well, at least, that’s what it seemed to me.

Well, on the way home, we were standing on a street corner, when we heard loud yelling. We were amazed, to see a guy being tossed out onto the street, from a bar, appropriately named, Hooligan’s.’ Now this is a place, I want to visit. My brother and I both laughed at this, and decided, that it looked like a really fun place to be.

I think of the passage of time, as I watch my mom and the difficulty she has, with just the little things. Then I begin to wonder, if I have any hopes of depending on my son or daughter, when I get like this. I sure hope they store some of this in ‘the archives,’ so when I have just a few marbles, they will remember, “Oh, yea, I remember what mom did, when grandma was losing it.” Then hoping they have the compassion to put some of this into action. But, it’s really a crap shoot.I’ve only got two. And my mom, had a whole bunch, but in the end, just one, to rely on. The odd’s are not in my favor.

Now a commercial comes on. That annoying AFLAC, commercial. It’s a guy, my age,which means, old) trying to rap. With a bunch of stupid,  fake,animals. It makes no sense, and my son and I crack up, every time we see it. Who came up with this? Another group of overpaid, ad exec’s with a power-point presentation. And no one had the guts to say, “This sucks.”

The duck used to be bad enough, but now, a rapping menagerie. And the words, are terrible. They don’t have the correct rythym. I said, He says, “There’s just something major medical, doesn’t do.” When it’s perfectly obvious, to anyone writing rap, it should have another word. Like, “There’s something’s, major medical… just doesn’t do.’

It’s irritating enough, just to see a stupid frog on a lilly pad, singing, but this is just beyond, hoaky! But then, maybe that’s the point. I started to think, it’s the last frontier, between my son and I. We both agree it is so ridiculous, so that’s proof, that I’m not that old or dorky.

It is also a moment of bonding between my mother and I, because she’s just as annoyed by this. So, perhaps, this is the really effective part of this commercial. It annoys all kinds of people, of all ages, and it brings us together in agreement.

My son imitates it constantly. Out of the blue, he’ll say, “Hey mom…”there’s just some things, major medical, doesn’t do.” I laugh each time he says, it, because he know’s it is so obnoxious.

So now, I think, there just may be some hope for me. He tell’s me, “Women belong in the kitchen.” He will say things that he knows are ridiculous, just to make me laugh. But knowing that we have a full on  agreement on some things, gives me a little glimmer of hope. I entertain it for a minute. “Perhaps, I won’t just be a little old woman with a bunch of cats.” Then I snap back to reality. Better get that AFLAC, in place.

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Prophetic Dreams


So young and with no clue!

So young and with no clue!

It was a few years before this time in my life, that I had the dream.

The dream that would stay with me. So profound was this dream, that upon awaking from it, I somehow knew it was unique. One of the primary reasons that I knew this, was because I had remembered every detail and it was so powerful that I have thought of this daily. It seemed to be a picture of the end time events and my role as well.

I had gone out the day before with a group of girlfriends. Wild as we were, we went to the lakefront in Milwaukee to hang out with other hippies. We called this part of the lakefront, adjacent to Lake Michigan, The Site. It hosted bands all throughout the summer months into the fall. It was a favorite hangout for hippies and budding musicians and poets. I had been going there since I was about 13.

I’ll never forget my first visit. I was at the beach with my mom and my siblings and I heard music playing. I decided to ditch them for a little while and go to investigate. I saw a crowd of people standing around and listening to a band called, Sigmend Snopek III. It’s funny now that I remember this. The guy playing the guitar was looking at me and smiling in a flirty way. I was a bit surprised at this since I was probably about 5 years too young for him. It was about 1972. It was flattering, however, and I had a real love for this kind of music. It seemed to be almost cult-like. They gave me an album and members of the band signed it.

Wow! What a great place. It sure beats hanging out with my kid brother’s and sister.

My mom finally decided it was time to go and since she didn’t have a car, we were going to take the bus. It’s funny I don’t remember how we arrived, but it must have been by the same mode of transportation. My poor mom. She had to try to keep all of her kids together and take public transportation with all of us. My youngest brother, Chris, also had cerebral palsy to boot. Now I can look back at my single mom with so much admiration for her accomplishments. She moved mountains, just to take us on a day trip somewhere.

As we walked down the streets on the East Side, I observed every detail. The smells of head shops with incense and patchouli filled the air. The East side, was synonymous with hippies and probably still is to this day. It was upper class on the lakefront and middle-class hippie, on the East side. The dichotomy was striking and yet had a quaintness to it all. Not at all like the crack neighborhoods you find today.

I looked up as we stood at the bus stop and heard a loud yelling from across the street. Right in front of us a patron was being tossed out on the stairs of the pub, named Hooligan’s. They weren’t joking. This was some kind of hooligan being tossed out to the curb and I wondered why they could advertise their name so boldly, only to toss on of the mascot’s out the door. Hmm, I noted to myself, “when I’m old enough, I’m certainly going to check out that place.”

Well, I sure did and it wasn’t any different from that day. My friends and I loved this part of town and this is where we usually went to hang out. I made a regular stop at ‘The Tracks,’ and when I turned 18, I had a birthday celebration there. Much to the surprise of the bouncer, Rich, who had become a very good friend of mine. “What?! You are just turning 18 now?” I’ll never forget being able to pull that one off for so long. The Tracks had a barber chair and it was so small you could barely turn around, but we loved the place, because any body that was anyone, hung out there. And anyone to us was, of course, all the cool people by our standards! Each year, we looked forward with anticipation, to The Tracks picnic. Rich and his cohorts tried with persistence, to get me drunk enough to enter the ‘wet t-shirt’ contest, to no avail. Girls would get up on the picnic tables while the hippies and bikers would stand around hooting and hollering and a bartender would dump pitchers of water on each ones white t-shirt. As you can imagine, it was only one step from being topless and most of the girls would oblige the screams of “Take it off!” No matter how drunk I got, I wasn’t going to do it.

I still remember meetind Mr. Fred Schultz and having a conversation with him in the bar one night.He told me his wife could give me weight training instruction. He was a cop that hung out here and we talked for a long time. He seemed to be a nice guy, even though he was constantly trying to impress me.  What a surprise to find out a few years later that his wife was no other than, Larencia Bembenec, or nicknamed, ‘Bambi.’ Yes,  anyone  around in the 80’s heard of her. She was the one accused of murdering the ex-wife and she also escaped from prison and was captured in Canada. The ‘kelly green’ jogging suit was the big news in her case and I swear everyone went out and bought one after that news hit the press. I personally thought she was innocent and this husband of hers turned out to be quite a scoundrel, but hey, he was a cop. He had friends.

Back to the point of my story; I came home from that evening of spending it with my friends and we were all in bad shape. I won’t elaborate, but to say that I fell asleep and had a dream that night. It spoke to me in ways that defined my future.

When I woke from this I felt as if I couldn’t breath. I tried to walk to the bathroom and felt myself almost falling into the door jam. I prayed “please God, don’t let me die.” I was not of any kind of strong faith, but I knew God had something to do with this.

I realized as I pondered the dream that God was not finished with me and I believe He was just showing me my future and the  need to be alert. He showed me my calling and destiny.

This was the dream; I remembered the whole earth was without light. I saw that there was no sun and I looked up to see a planet so close, it seemed I could reach out and touch it. There were a few people standing with me at the time. There were no lights to see as if it was all power sources terminated.

I heard a voice speak, seeming to come from this planet. It said, “prepare the people. Tell them not to take anything with them. Tell them to board the train and not to take anything with them.”

I nodded, as if I knew exactly what he was saying and began to fulfill my duties per command.

I would go to people and tell them, “you need to get on that train. Don’t take anything. Just go with your families.”

I saw others doing what I was doing in making these announcements to the masses. As people were boarding the trains, I realized that it was nearing the end of my duties and it was time for me to board the train. I did so and arrived in the station.

Next, I went into a very tall building. It was like a tower. I got on the elevator and went to the very top. As I stepped out, I walked into a room and it seemed as if I knew a group of people were going to be there. I looked out the window and it overlooked the railroad yard.

I watched the very last train arriving in the station. At this moment I started to speak excitedly, “He’s coming, He’s coming!” Everyone else in the room also started to repeat this. The excitement was building as if we were chanting, “He’s coming, He’s coming!”

At this moment, I looked toward the east and saw the horizon. The brightest light I have ever seen, began to come up over the horizon. It was brighter than the light of the sun, and with each inch that it rose, our excitement rose with it. It was as if all of us knew, this was the “He,” that we had been expecting.

When the light was at its brightest right above us, I awoke from my dream. This is when I was so awestruck that I tried to stumble from my bed. I knew that this was different.

As the years have gone by, I have had people who are gifted in the prophetic, interpret this dream for me. I haven’t needed to much help, since it’s pretty clear and when I became a believer, the Lord also gifted me with ‘interpretation of dreams.”

Once I realized that my gifts and calling are for evangelism, I could understand the dream of “telling people to prepare.” I became a believer shortly after becoming a flight attendant and this would also seem to indicate the symbolism in the trains. I was to secure a job in the transportation industry, at the time of this end time scenario.

I was at the very end, when I boarded this train myself and then found myself in the tower. A person told me that the upward trip in the elevator, symbolized the ‘rapture.’ It has also symbolized, to me, the fact that I have been involved with the people at the very top at the time of this return.

It is obvious that “He’s coming, He’s coming,” is in reference to the Lord. He is also referred to as the “bright and morning star, brighter than the sun.”

I believe that the Lord gave me a glimpse of His glory at a time in my life when I was in total darkness. It has been unbelievable to see these things playing out.

The Lord tells us that it is “more difficult for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than a rich man to get to heaven.” However, He does not say it’s impossible. In fact He tells us that “All things are possible with God.”

So, I know that my purpose and calling are clear and my career has not been my choice, but His, in order to fulfill His purposes. It will be His choice if I decide to go, but I don’t believe that was in my dream.

So ‘stand by’ and watch what the Lord is doing. Pay attention to your dreams as well because He tells us through Peter reminds us of the “coming of His spirit. “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my spirit on all people.Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams, Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days.

I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke, The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.

And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved!”

Acts 2;17-20