Tuesday, October 30, 2012

If I Were the Devil by the late Paul Harvey

2Chronicles 7:14 (GW) However, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves, pray, search for me, and turn from their evil ways, then I will hear their prayer from heaven, forgive their sins, and heal their country. 

 Proverbs 14:34  Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.

Saw reference to this Paul Harvey article, in a video on a TV program called: "In God We Trust."  So used "Good Search"  to look for the transcript. Here it is, The Original version, 1965. I am purposely not giving you any link, because there are "tons" of versions out there, most with a political or biblical agenda tagged on.  I wanted you to just read the words against the backdrop of "now" and then pray for America to return to God. Let's put God back at the helm of our Great Nation!  Thank you. Nancy

Blessed is the NATION whose GOD is the LORD!  
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If I were the Devil . . . I mean, if I were the Prince of Darkness, I would of course, want to engulf the whole earth in darkness. I would have a third of its real estate and four-fifths of its population, but I would not be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree, [thee] so I should set about however necessary to take over the United States.

I would begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you, as I whispered to Eve:
 “Do as you please.”  “Do as you please.”

To the young, I would whisper, “The Bible is a myth.” I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what is bad is good, and what is good is “square”.
In the ears of the young marrieds, I would whisper that work is debasing, that cocktail parties are good for you. I would caution them not to be extreme in religion, in patriotism, in moral conduct.

And the old, I would teach to pray. I would teach them to say after me: “Our Father, which art in Washington” . . .

If I were the devil, I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting so that anything else would appear dull an uninteresting. I’d threaten T.V. with dirtier movies and vice versa.

And then, if I were the devil, I’d get organized. I’d infiltrate unions and urge more loafing and less work, because idle hands usually work for me.
I’d peddle narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. And I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

If I were the devil, I would encourage schools to refine young intellects but neglect to discipline emotions . . . let those run wild. I would designate an atheist to front for me before the highest courts in the land and I would get preachers to say “she’s right.”

With flattery and promises of power, I could get the courts to rule what I construe as against God and in favor of pornography, and thus, I would evict God from the courthouse, and then from the school house, and then from the houses of Congress and then, in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and I would deify science because that way men would become smart enough to create super weapons, but not wise enough to control them.

If I were Satan, I’d make the symbol of Easter an egg and the symbol
of Christmas a bottle. If I were the devil, I would take from those
who have and I would give to those who wanted, until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. And then, my police state would force everybody back to work. Then, I could separate families, putting children in uniform, women in coal mines, and objectors in slave camps.

In other words, if I were Satan,
I’d just keep on doing what he’s doing.
Paul Harvey, Good Day.
April 3, 1965


Monday, October 15, 2012

First, I am a Christian by Annetta Pyritta Lee

Guest Post:
First, I am a Christian
by Annetta Pyritta Lee
Jesus answered him, “The first of all the commandments is: ‘Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment.” Mark 12:29-30 (NKJV)
Although Miss Josie may not have been the most influential person in my life, for years I acknowledged her as being my favorite teacher. Due to her encouragement to be true to who I am, she remains one whom I remember with great affection.  With great effort I have indeed attempted to be true to who I am. This beckons the question, who am I?
I am an African American woman. I am a seeker of truth. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am a scribe and novelist. I am a daughter, aunt, sister, and friend to many. But first, I am a Christian. I have a God-given purpose and choose to see from His perspective every issue that affect my life and those to whom I am called. I do not necessarily share the limited views and opinions of those who cannot see past, present and future in one brief glance.
I’ve been a loner all my life; so much so that I’ve often been characterized as unfriendly. This unwelcome view impelled me to, as much as I could manage, become more involved with society. The effort was healthy and created opportunities to contribute in positive ways. It also however created opportunity to be strongly and negatively influenced by the convictions of others. I have often pulled myself back to reflect on questions Miss Josie would ask:
Do you really believe that? Is that who you are? Why?
As a child I watched my small world; my grandparents and parents with noble concepts fight for a place of dignity and expression that I enjoy today. I watched as foundational beliefs became idolatrous leaves floating down a stream of someone else’s agenda. Out of tradition and excuses for bitter justification they embraced a position that, for me, is no longer pertinent.
Never do I want to express a thing for the primary purpose of appeasing man, friend, family or acquaintance. I know who and whose I am, and I know I must answer to HIM only for my choices. I am wearied by the stale and disarming fa├žade which suddenly appears from unexpected places. I am in dismay and disappointment at the enemy’s rancid tactics of keeping mankind in a cloud of unrealistic and confusing rhetoric.
Life has many layers and hidden agendas clothed in good causes that tickle the ears. As an African American I have found it necessary to weigh and measure whether I’m more black than Christian. As Miss Josie’s former student, I have many times stepped aside to consider who I am and remain to be. I know I do not fight against a specific individual, but spiritual hosts of wickedness in an evil day. I believe that in every issue and situation, we must all question why we believe the way we do, if for no other reason than to satisfy the lingering questions of our soul.
Am I an individual with purpose, or the shadow-puppet of another’s agenda?
Like many others who tread the path I call righteousness, I experience issues I’m hesitant to discuss. I continue to endure conjecture from onlookers, misunderstanding from acquaintances, ridicule from family, exploitation & pity from purported Christians, and humiliation from strong-willed associates. Nevertheless, I continue in the excellence of the power to choose what is right, which is of God and not of me.
Yes, I am delighted to be an African American and, without doubt, honored to be a child of the Most High God who believes that Jesus Christ is King of kings and Lord of lords. I must resolve with absolute uncompromised reality to think, speak, and walk in light of this truth.
Yes. I am many things, but first, I am a Christian!
Annetta P. Lee (Author)
A Bitter Rose\Fragment in the Sand\Path of Thorns\ Scent of Rain\ Secret Thunder\ Small Whispers\ Haven for Mirage\Light Encounters
http://www.annettaplee.com/