You Will Get Through This

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It’s been said that the Christmas/New Year’s holiday is a time when depression sets in. All that holiday cheer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Although, in moderation, it’s fine. I had fun at my sister and her family’s house Christmas day playing tug of war with their dog and her rope. I even tagged teamed with my brother-in-law. Rosie just kept playing hard, even almost doing flips! But being around Christians Christmas day is something more satisfying than rough housing with the family dog.

Not many of us could be down in the pits more than Joseph in the book of Genesis. Joseph was thrown into a deep dark dirty cistern by his brothers who then sold him into slavery. But in the end, the dysfunctional family learned a valuable lesson and it was for good. The spoiled, pampered brat who was brought down, over time, started obeying God. He ran away from his master’s wife after she hit on him and tried to pull him. And he was the one who got in trouble! But in the end, Joseph became Pharaoh’s right- hand man and became the de facto head honcho in Egypt. He walked like an Egyptian, talked like an Egyptian, but kept his faith in God.

Joseph helped save the greater Egypt area from famine. It took a while, but he eventually forgave his brothers and helped them out.

Forgiveness is something I’ve struggled with. It took me awhile, and the occasional gentle admonishment from my late dear friend and companion Sandi to, like Joseph, have some victory in this matter. Former foes reached out to me after Sandi went to the Lord to console me. Even as Sandi’s health wound down, I started thinking more about what’s important in life.

Seeing Sandi withering away, the brain cancer making her increasingly weaker, I was reminded that before God, we are all the same whether we are a Pharaoh or a slave. I’m thankful that Sandi did not die out in the woods like some wild animal, thanks to people, including some Bucks County, PA homeless, helping her.

This past Thursday I went to a candlelight vigil for the homeless. Like all of us, the homeless have intrinsic value, made in the image of God, who breathed life into man and created woman from man so man would not be alone. Homelessness does not define your character! All homelessness is, as Clarence “Frogman” Henry sang, people who “ain’t got no home.”

To help me cope with Sandi going home, I’m reading “you’ll get through this: Hope and Help for Your Turbulent Times” by Max Lucado. Max epitomizes his message with the lines:

You’ll get through this.

It won’t be painless.

It won’t be quick.

But God will use this mess for good.

Don’t be foolish or naïve.

But don’t despair either.

With God’s help, you’ll get through this.

This Christmas season, when the party’s over the celebration of Christ’s birth continues for those who believe He died for their sins and is always present with them. Although you may not always realize it, God has your back. Like Sandi, she has a future in heaven with the Lord. As the Westminster Catechism states, our chief end “is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever.”

Here are Bible verses from Max’s chapter “good-bye to good-byes”:

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”  Revelation 21: 3-4

For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God, who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”  2 Corinthians 5: 1-5

I declare to you, brothers and sisters, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed- in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.” 1 Corinthians 15:5-54

But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the LORD Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body” Philippians 3: 20-21

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” John 14: 1-3

“Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is1 John 3:2.

You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” Psalm 16:11

There is Hope For The Broken Hearted

Christmas comes once a year”

 “And every man must have his share”

 “Only poor Willy in the jail, drinking sour ginger beer

-Famous limerick that plays on the radio in Guyana, South America at Christmastime

Again, this Christmas, another Willy in lower Bucks County, PA will be in the jail, drinking sour ginger beer. Like the one who spent Christmas in jail last year, loud, crude, callous, violent behavior put him in prison.

It is sad that Willy has to spend Christmas drinking sour ginger beer in jail, but it’s equally sad what he did to put him there. It was selfish, drunken behavior, where he verbally and physically attacked someone, saying vile things to her and to a witness to his barbaric behavior that caused the problem. Over the past 3 ½ years, people have tried to help him overcome the besetting sin of drunkenness, trying to help him get to the root of it. This Willy had some terrible things happen to him, but he thinks he’ll find deliverance and peace from the bottle.

Society must have rules. Otherwise society breaks down into barbarism, as was the case with English schoolboys in The Lord of The Flies. The point of the story is that there is evil with humans, and it must be restrained. The island the boys get stranded on is a microcosm of society.

This Christmas Sandi, with whom I was very close will not be with me. Brain cancer took her away. I had spent the last three years with her, going in and out of ERs, hospitals, and physical rehab centers. We had good and bad times. There were times I wanted to give up on her, and times she wanted to give up on life. But I was committed to her, and we worked things out, getting ever closer with time.

Cancer wore Sandi down, stopping her from doing more and more things. Early on, she wanted to volunteer helping animals or volunteer in a food pantry. But that didn’t happen. For the longest time, she worked puzzle books. That stopped. She needed a walker. But even with the walker Sandi had a hard time getting around, even getting up from a chair or in and out of my car. But as her condition worsened, instead of wanting to give up and escape through things like alcohol, she fought the cancer, getting a better attitude. She sometimes said “Jesus is in my heart”, and, a child of God, she started acting more Christ-like. She reflected God by being pleasant with the nurses and aides in the nursing home, returning greetings, smiling at them, even thanking them. About one aide, Sandi remarked “at least he’s friendly.”

I am having trouble dealing with losing Sandi. There are other ways to act out, escape than alcohol or drugs. Sometimes I feel like snapping out, and I’m finding it harder to exercise self control and not lash out at annoying people, like people who make too much noise in the quiet area of the library!

Besides attending Grief Sharing meetings, I just got out “you’ll get through this: Hope and Help For Your Turbulent Times” by Max Lucado to help me get through with this rough time.  Max uses scripture to help people get through bad times. For example, he uses the story of Joseph, who was thrown into a hole and despised shows how God uses bad for our good. We should not, like Curly of The Three Stooges, lament that we are “a victim of soy cum stances!”

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.  For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.  And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.” Romans 8:28-30

I’m also continuing to go to Celebrate Recovery meetings, which not only helps people overcome drug and alcohol addictions, but with other habits, hurts and hang ups.

An important thing to remember is that God will get you through. “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.”  2 Corinthians 4:8-12

Also remember that Christ was born in Bethlehem to save you from sin and give those who confess they are sinners and believe in Him will have everlasting life. Christ saved us to be light to the world. Reaching out to the brokenhearted, as people have to me, is a way of showing this light.

Christmas Oasis

This time of year, with people running around like the White Rabbit and acting like the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, getting caught up in the hype and the materialism of worldly Christmas, there are some who engage in the true spirit of Christmas.  The Marrazzo family will serve the homeless and needy when they spend Christmas day hosting a Christmas dinner, as they’ve been doing every Christmas.


The meal is an oasis in a desert of incessant ads and jingles, clichés that wear on the nerves. It’s good to know that beyond the surface glitter there is something noble.

Christ was born in Bethlehem to save us from sin and to show us the way – to become more like him. Jesus healed the sick and lame and helped the downtrodden, accepting them for whom they are, a creature made in the image of God.

Christmas is not just about a baby in the manger. It’s about Jesus coming to earth, being one of us, suffering like humans, being tempted but, being perfect, he had victory over sins on our behalf. It was the gift given graciously out of mercy for our fallen state.

The annual Marrazzo family Christmas meal was an act of compassion. Helping those who have nowhere to go for Christmas have the companionship of others, many of whom only see each other’s at the meals shows shares the joy and self-sacrificing love of Jesus, the reason for the season.

Like other community meals hosted by local churches in Bucks County, they are more than just a meal. Man does not live by bread alone. The meals are a place for the homeless and those in need to feel welcomed and where they can socialize with friends. It’s a place where people can be kept up to date with the latest news and what’s happening in their lives. Information in the homeless community is most often passed on by oral tradition, word of mouth.

In the midst of all the surface glitter and manic, worldly ways this season, we need to be reminded what Christmas is about. A Christmas poem illustrates this:

All Christmas Poetry 

The True Meaning of Christmas 

by Brian K. Walters 

In todays day and time,

 it’s easy to lose sight,

 of the true meaning of Christmas

 and one special night.

When we go shopping,

 We say “How much will it cost?”

 Then the true meaning of Christmas,

 Somehow becomes lost.

Amidst the tinsel, glitter

 And ribbons of gold,

 We forget about the child,

 born on a night so cold.

The children look for Santa

 In his big, red sleigh

 Never thinking of the baby

 Whose bed was made of hay.

In reality when we look into the night sky,

 We don’t see a sleigh

 But a star, burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder,

 Of that night so long ago,

 And of the child we call Jesus,

 Whose love, the world would know.

This year we lost two of our sisters who have spent a season in the homeless community. Made in the image of God, we greatly valued them. So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” Genesis 1:27  They have greatly touched our lives.

As one of the hosts at the last community meal at Restoration Church pleaded, “be kind to one another.”

“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.  And the light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not comprehend it.”     John 1:4,5

Christmas is about light, the light the apostle John wrote about where Jesus took humans out of the dark, clueless world and into His light of righteousness. The light leads us to a life centered on God and his ways. Those who follow Christ  become more like him, not thinking of self but of others, putting their interests above theirs, sacrificing the way people do to provide a Christmas meal for the homeless and needy.

For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

The Ministry of Love

Finally, news about why the historic Sunbury Farms building on Newportville Rd in Bristol Township, PA is being demolished! It’s going to be turned into The Ministry of Love, said Bucks County PR representative R.I. Diculous.  

The idea came from a secret plan developed back in 1984, based on the case of Winston Smith, who, although he worked for the Ministry of Truth, secretly flirted with independent thinking, which is a thought crime. Mr. Smith was sent to The Ministry of Love for reprogramming.  

In Bucks County, PA, the county Ministry of Truth discovered deviants who went out on their own and questioned the government and like-minded institutions in the county. Like Winston Smith, they initially went along with the propaganda and historical revisionism that superseded the truth to support a noble agenda. But then they went against the grain and challenged The Ministry of Truth, even writing blogs! 

The ministry has tried to quash these rebels but have been unsuccessful. They railroaded one of them and made him a scapegoat, thinking he was responsible for the deadly blogs and shunned the other. They said they wouldn’t help either of them with anything, although they don’t need their help. 

Modeled after the original Ministry of Love, these rebels will be sent to Room 101, hidden underground, where they will be tortured by having to watch endless videos of propaganda from Shrillery Clinton, former Wicked Witch of The West Wing, and Barry Obummer, the Skinny Socialist. They’ll also be subjected to a lecture by Slick Willy Clinton on the definition of “is”. There will be a video of “The Emperor’s New Clothes” adapted for Room 101. After the little boy, who is the only one who will say anything, says the Emperor is wearing no clothes, he gets arrested and sent to Room 101.

What they may think is horror, is just tough love. They will be programmed to go along to get along. As Rodney King lamented “why can’t we just all get along?” That’s why we need The Ministry of Love in Bucks County. 

No more grease for the noisy wheel! A noisy wheel will just get replaced, or reprogrammed!  

“Silence! I kill you!” 


A revolutionary stop smoking device is here: Sandi’s Stop Smoking Straws (SSSS-Stop!). For decades, Sandi rode with Johnny Smoke, and evangelist for a rogue mission church: Sister Nicotine and the Holy Smokes. She was one of Johnny Smoke’s victims, as he gave her his best shot, fired away and she became another notch in his gun. She, however, left a device to stop Johnny Smoke in his tracks and lock him up for good.

As to smoking, I echo Diana Ross and the Supremes: “Stop! In the name of love. Before you break my heart.”

The stop smoking straws are a new way to stop smoking, by satisfying the urge to stick a cancer stick in your mouth. They are very bitable, non-toxic and are nonflammable. You can curb your cravings for those carcinogenic cancer sticks. Instead of reaching for that cigarette, pop out one of Sandi’s Stop Smoking Straws.

These straws will help you protect your unborn children.

So the next time you crave a cancer stick, reach for the Stop Smoking Straw, available in 20 pack dispensers.  The dispensers even have the pop-up action that simulates the Johnny Smoke quick cigarette draw, which helped make him such a successful gunslinger.

This satire has been brought to you by the folks who want to stop the insanity of the cult of Sister Nicotine and the Holy Smokes.

Next time someone asks you for a cigarette, offer them a Stop Smoking Straw. Gotta light? Gotta straw? No need for a light when you use a straw!


Seriously though, it comes down to a matter of the will to stop addictions or other besetting sins. We cannot do this on our own; we need the power of God to work in us.  By the way, Jesus coming to earth to redeem us and restore us to God’s image is what Christmas is about.

Realizing you need the power of God in order to overcome besetting sins is the first step, as found in Celebrate Recovery’s 12 Steps and Biblical comparisons:

  1. We admitted we were powerless over our addictions and compulsive behaviors, that our lives had become unmanageable. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.

For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. Romans 7:18

She’s Going To Her Real Home

After almost three years fighting stage IV lung cancer, which metastasized to the brain and liver, late last night my dear friend and companion Sandi has gone to be with the Lord. She’s been up and down; we’ve been on a roller coaster ride, with Sandi’s condition continually improving then declining. Last night the ride was over and she got out. It felt like I was getting out with her.

Sandi died in the nursing home. On more than one occasion there and on other occasions, Sandi said “Jesus is in my heart.” To reference the oft quoted Bible verse, Sandi will not perish, but have everlasting life, believing Jesus died to save us from our sin and confessing our sins and submitting to God’s will. Sandi is a believer in Jesus Christ, born again.

The Lord kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. The Lord makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts.”  1 Samuel 2:6-7

Sandi’s faith showed in her attitude, her demeanor at the nursing home. Instead of being bitter, sad, and taking it out on nurses and nurses’ aides, Sandi smiled at them, greeted them back and thanked them. Occasionally, when she wanted to sleep, she’d say “no” to doing something, but with some coaxing, she’d cooperate. Sandi seemed to accept her situation, and was content.

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”  Philippians 4:11-13

In a sense we are all homeless. We are just sojourners in this world. Riches and fame mean nothing when you die, much like homelessness. What’s most important is to serve God and his kingdom. As the Westminster Catechism states: “Man’s chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever.”

After a short hospital stay after leaving the ER, Sandi first got radiation treatment for the brain cancer for a few months, then chemo for the rest of it. After a year’s treatment, the cancer left the lungs and the liver, but came back to the liver. After a year of Opdivo, which was in use since Sandi started cancer treatment, it was like Pacman had eaten all the cancer. I thought we were home free, but then a few months ago the cancer returned to the brain, which cannot be retreated. After the Opdivo treatment, Sandi’s doctor compared the image of the before and after Opdivo treatment. He said that if the cancer was like the image on the before, she wouldn’t make it to Christmas. But now it’s the brain cancer that sent her to the Lord before Christmas.

After the first year or so after I took Sandi to the ER after she felt like an axe was going through her head and was disoriented, she went from meager 80 to 90 pounds of her five-foot four frame up to 112 pounds, the weight her cancer doctor said she should be.

We were in and out of hospital stays, after she fell and on one occasion a seizure. Also two short inpatient stays for physical rehab after her week or two long hospital visits. We went to Bible studies, community meals for the homeless and needy, to church and a movie. The action of the movie “No Place To Run”, with Owen Wilson, kept Sandi awake.

Over time, Sandi became increasingly more tired. After she stopped going to the community meals, church and Bible studies with me, she started going to her old church with me for a while.

The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways

Since I met Sandi three years ago, she kept telling me about a church she had gone to somewhere in New Jersey, not far from the Bristol, PA border. She didn’t know the name of it or the address or even the town, only the names Abie, whom she said was a great preacher, and his wife, Melissa, whom she said had a beautiful singing voice. Periodically I’d go on Sandi’s old Facebook page. On one occasion, Abie’s photo came up. I clicked on it and followed a link to the church FB page and website. I read about what the church believes, and it seemed basically sound. I got directions and a phone number.  Until Sandi got too tired to keep going to City of Refuge Fellowship in Burlington, we managed to get her with her walker up to the steps, where we got help from people there getting her in.

During one service, Sandi kissed me and said “thank you for taking me here.” She seemed right at home with her old Christian friends worshipping the Lord.

Shortly after I got the news of Sandi going home, I talked with Abie, who comforted and encouraged me. He said that Sandi was fighting the cancer and that my presence, staying by her side helped give her the will to fight the disease. He said that Sandi could no longer fight the disease.  I thought of lines from a song played on the Christian radio station K-Love that goes something like “never go under; you’ve got to fight until the final round…”

And as I’ve told her at the nursing home “you’re tough” and that she’s tough because her late father was a Green Beret. Abie said that even before Sandi and I met, she escaped tough medical problems and that God brought us together so she’d be encouraged to live.

Sandi was brought back to Christian fellowship. Besides formal Christian gatherings, I used to read the Bible and Biblical materials, such as “The Daily Bread.” I’ve read online summaries of Abie’s sermons to Sandi.

Sandi has helped my faith. Some time ago, after a Bible study at Restoration church, Levittown, PA.  I remarked after the study that I felt the Lord bringing us closer together. Sandi said she experienced the same thing.

Matthew 22:37-40

Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

She has taught me to love people unconditionally, to practice more compassion towards others, to show the agape love that comes only from God. I’ve learn more to put myself in others’ shoes. When Sandi was in the nursing home, I was in the nursing home. The day before Thanksgiving, one of her nurses asked “Will you be here tomorrow? It’s Thanksgiving.” I replied “Sandi has to be here so I’ll be here.”

Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ.  Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.” Galatians 6:2-3

When resentment towards others reared its ugly head towards people who have grossly wronged me, Sandi gently admonished me. She reminded me that they are people and that my attitude was not Christian. I’m still going to God to have Him work on me with that attitude and other things I need to change.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.” Philippians 1:6

Information about the memorial service will be announced after Abie, who will conduct the service, gets back from his mission in the Philippines.

Mau-Mauing The Tax Payer

Just as Joseph Stalin erased history by getting rid of images that were not in sync with his New World Order, today’s Democrats in Bristol Township, PA decided to tear down an historic landmark – Sunbury Farms on Newportville Road in Bristol.

It would have made great housing for the homeless, who could have restored the building, which wasn’t in bad shape, to pristine condition and maintained and managed it. It could have become a museum.

The Courier Times reported on March 30, 2016 that Bristol Township Council President Craig Bowden said “It needs to be fixed up“, and added “the township has a wish that whoever buys it will return it to its “pristine condition.”

And now, as I suspected, it’s returning to ashes. But, as Neil Young sang, “don’t let it bring you down; it’s only castles burning, find someone who’s turning and you will come around.”

On May 2, 2016, reported the Sunbury Farms historic property was sold to Mar Mar Builders (sounds like the Mau-Mau terrorists in Kenya) for $510,000.

There hasn’t been any news about the property since. This must be the transparency that the Skinny Socialist (former President Barry Obummer), with ties to Kenya, talked about that Bristol Township Dems are practicing.

The historic Sunbury Farms plowed under symbolizes the destruction of our heritage and the ushering in of a Brave New World. Special privileged characters, the elites will get an engraved, private invitation to the ribbon cutting. It’s rumored that some of the special guests will be from the non-profit AHTN and the Levittown Salvation Army Community Center.

George Soros, the guest of honor, will cut the ribbon.

Instead of having The Phoenix rise out of the ashes, Bristol Township will release pigeons.

It’s Not Easy on The Homeless Being Green

The Greens are not the friend of the homeless. The homeless are like the canary in the mine. A canary is an early warning sign for not having enough oxygen in the mine for humans to breathe. Likewise, the degree of homelessness is an indicator of an economy strong enough to support humans. 

Contrary to conventional wisdom, our God-given energy resources are not running out. And we are not making the earth overheat by emitting carbon dioxide. Humans do not have the power to change the earth’s climate; we cannot change the earth’s axis even if we all jumped up and down in the same spot at one time. God created a system whereby plants absorb carbon dioxide, produce oxygen, and people breathe oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. The more carbon dioxide we produce the more plants grow. 

In the November 20, 2017 issue of Principia Scientific International, John O’Sullivan wrote that fossil fuels are misnamed and that the Greeks got it right when they coined the term “petroleum”, which translates literally “rock oil.”  Oil is formed as a result of heat and pressure on rocks, God’s design, where oil is formed continuously. Our petro fuels are not running out and we don’t need “alternative energy” to save the planet and serve humanity. Petro fuels are regenerated. They rock! 

The mistaken idea that oil and coal was created through a biological process was made by western geologists in the 1870’s when they found some biological debris in oil and coal deposits. By the 1880s, John D Rockerfeller Sr., who had a monopoly on the energy business, ran with the story that coal and oil came from dead plants and animals. This became conventional wisdom, driven by greed. By the laws of supply and demand, when there is a limited supply of a product, and the demand increases and supplies are expected to decrease, prices rise.  

And, according to the article, petro products are not carcinogenic, or toxic, but the rare earths used to make electric vehicles are toxic, and are dumped as toxic waste.  

The Lord has bestowed upon us the earth, and a mind to figure out how to best use it for our benefit, generation after generation. The Lord has given us dominion over the earth. Petro fuels are the sine qua non of energy production and a healthy economy. Food, medicines, housing, and other things needed to live depend on it. 

Here in Pennsylvania, Governor Big Bad Wolf’s policies, under the influence of The Greens, are huffing and puffing and may blow a few houses down, creating more homelessness, as found in places like Bucks County.  A few years back, the wolf banned drilling for oil and gas in state parks and forests. A local state representative, The Bimbo of Bucks County, aka State Representative Tina Davis, admitted that the drilling creates jobs, and former PA Governor Tom Corbett added that the revenue from the leases would put more money in tax coffers, but the Wolf and the Bimbo said that protecting the environment trumps the economy. They never explained how banning drilling protects the environment. “Environmentalists” espouse the false choice between the economy and protecting the environment. They must have learned that at their school, Wattsamatta U. 

The Greens are spewing junk science, which not only destroys the economy but creates more pollution and toxic waste. The only thing green is money that lines the pockets of charlatans like Algore, at the expense of the rest of us. 

Green environmentalism is just a façade for a snake oil sales company, underwritten by progressives, who have taken over the Democrat party. If you’re homeless, move in with a progressive. I doubt you will be welcomed, even at the edge of the woods on land owned by a Limousine Liberal! You’ll probably be arrested! 

Those who work their land will have abundant food, 

but those who chase fantasies will have their fill of poverty. Proverbs 28:19 

Johnny Smoke

Banning booze during prohibition because ten percent of the population had a problem with alcohol didn’t work. Prohibition gave gangsters more opportunities and wasted our tax dollars fighting alcohol consumption. Likewise, concentrating only on drug pushers to fight the opioid epidemic, and making drug abusers victims and saying they have a disease they just happened to catch – drug abuse syndrome just creates more crime and wastes our tax money.

The power of the pen can do a much better job of reaching people’s minds and hearts, convincing them of your views than just using law enforcement to rein in the problem .

Skillful, passionate people have persuaded their fellow Americans of the bankruptcy and destructiveness of progressive policies such as The New Raw Deal. For example, the weekly magazine Human Events  founded by Frank Hanighen and Felix Morley with a significant contribution from ex-New Dealer Henry Regnery was very influential.  Ronald Reagan said that the magazine “helped me stop being a liberal Democrat.”  

I happened to dig up an anti-smoking public service announcement from the 60s. Produced by the American Heart Association, Johnny Smoke is a parody of a Marlboro ad. The parody is followed by a Marlboro ad pushing their cancer sticks. 

At the cancer center where I took Sandi for more than two years, I read that seven out of ten smokers who contract lung cancer continue their foolish, destructive behavior. Right after treatment, I’ve seen cancer patients start to light up as soon as they walk out of the center, but are stopped by the authority there. Smoking is forbidden on the whole campus, as it should be. On one occasion, as a guy started to light up, right in front of a “no smoking” sign, the woman he was with and I told him smoking was not allowed. When He questioned that, we both pointed to and read the “no smoking” sign.

My friend Sandi is in a nursing home, dying of cancer because she rode with Johnny Smoke. Will she just be another notch in his gun? God makes the final call on this.

Here at the nursing home, people incessantly scoot along the hallway to go outside to the courtyard, where they can smoke. Sometimes, mainly during inclement weather, there are traffic jams by the door out to the courtyard – lots of wheelchairs trying to get in or out. Sometimes oxygen tanks have to be schlepped around. Sometimes it’s almost like The Three Stooges trying to get out the door!

When a patient here kept coughing, a few nursing staff members suggested she not smoke, or at least cut down on smoking. She said she smokes because there is nothing else to do around here. I guess she didn’t have anything to do for 60 plus years! Her voice is easily mistaken for a man’s, a distinct fog horn low pitch.

Just now a patient told a nurse there was a bird in the lounge where people go outside to smoke. I had seen the bird earlier and suggested that it came inside to get fresh air because of all the smoke outside in the courtyard.

Johnny Smoke is an evangelist for a rogue Mission Church: Sister Nicotine and The Holy Smokes.

How many more will die because of Johnny Smoke?

The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. “2 Corinthians 4:4

Got A Light?


Cigarette smoking is more than an habit to many — it’s a religion.

Although now I know that before a smoker opens a pack and taps it against his/her palm countlessly, the purpose is to better pack the tobacco, this still strikes me as a ritual, a prelude to worship. Many smokers religiously light up, like a panting deer stopping for water at a stream.

I’ve had smokers approach me and offer me as much as $10 for one cigarette! One difference between tobacco and heroin is that tobacco is legal. And, as smokers have told me, tobacco is harder to kick than heroin. Heroine does, however, more quickly lead to anti-social behavior such as stealing and job loss than does tobacco. Cigarettes are a slow poison, and heavy use triggers sickness and work callouts and often to the cancer center.

Like other drugs, once cigarettes become your idol, you crave more and more, yet you never really become satisfied, except, perhaps, for a moment. “Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.” Ecclesiastes 1:8

For decades, we have been enticed by the lure of sister nicotine – though ads, integration in the movies where lots of scenes of people smoking are shown, billboards, and even at one time, believe it or not, doctors promoting smoking! They should be tried for malpractice. The tobacco industry and its henchmen have glorified smoking, saying it’s glamorous, cool.

Sister Nicotine and the Holy Smokes is a false religion. To restore people to health, mentally and physically, we need to reject the false gods of the world and turn to a higher power than ourselves, God.

The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.” 2 Corinthians 4:4

As a Presbyterian, in the Reformed tradition, I was taught that cigarette smoking is not inherently a sin. It was those silly Baptists (as my father was raised but changed) who believed it was wrong to smoke, drink or chew and not go with girls who do. Maybe not the chew part, but it makes a funny rhyme. But now I think the Baptists were right about smoking.

It was ironic that at a community meal a homeless smoker asked one of the hosts at a Baptist church for a cigarette. I said softly something like “a Baptist church is not the place to ask for a cigarette”, and started to chuckle. The host was gracious and politely said he didn’t have any cigarettes.

My close friend Sandi is in a nursing home. She caught lung cancer, which metastasized to the liver and brain, because of a lifetime of smoking. Decades ago, a physical education/health class instructor in college told the class that he’d like to go down south and burn down all the tobacco fields but added “Don’t tell your parents I’m really going to do it; I’m just trying to make a point about how bad smoking is for your health.”

Since I started caring for Sandi, I got the idea to contact that instructor, who was a 2nd Lt. Army Ranger who served in Viet Nam, to burn down the tobacco fields with him. I looked him up on the Internet, but found that he had died. I could imagine the headlines if the ex Ranger and I actually did this: TWO WACKED OUT VIETNAM VIETS BURN DOWN DIXIE TOBACCO FIELDS; THE RETURN OF SHERMAN.

Just a qualification, smoking has a more negative affect on some people more than others. And like alcohol, not everyone gets addicted, but many do.

When you get addicted to anything, it affects the way you interact with others and you may display anti-social behavior. As the 12 Steps rightly acknowledges, addictions, which are really besetting sin, are a result of a character flaw.

In the book Narcotics Anonymous I read a personal testimony of a former druggie who said that he had no moral compass with his addiction — that he would stoop to anything, including stealing from his own mother!

Being hooked on cigarettes approaches this problem.

Got a light?

There’s a problem when people start think that if the government approves of something, it’s OK. The government is populated by people, who, unlike God, are fallible. The government approves of abortion, same sex marriages, and gambling. It doesn’t mean it is right. These things are morally wrong!

A man who had to leave his apartment was homeless for five days and four nights before he ended up going to a colony of homeless people and meet with the Memorial Mob homeless advocate.

He was no longer going to wander homelessly alone.

After he finished the first community meal AHTN took him to, he fished out some change and said he’s trying to find enough money for cigarettes.

The new kid on the block was overheated, exhausted, and probably hungry when someone gave him two Bucks to help him out.  There wasn’t two dollars that same night after dinner just a few hours after someone gave it to him.

This wasn’t the first, and certainly won’t be the last person who when someone gave a homeless person money for food or drink, used it to buy cigarettes.

We all have our flaws. It’s just a matter of kind and degree. Sandi is a child of God, made in His image, and has intrinsic value. I’ve been camping out by her bedside daily, to feed her – she sometimes drinks her beverages erratically and the staff doesn’t have the time to keep checking back to see when she’s ready to finish her drink – and to assure her that there is someone on this earth who cares and that God has her in His hands.

Although you don’t want to enable people’s bad behavior and sometime just have to walk away, people should not be written off. Sandi is a good patient. She smiles, doesn’t curse out and fight with the nursing staff when they are trying to help her or make excessive demands like others, but cooperates with them, smiles, and often says “thank you.”

Our pastor said that Jesus only brings up sin when he can heal people from it. It is my hope that my words will convince people to not start or continue destructive habits. I didn’t listen to good advice, but finally I saw the light and came around.

A few years ago, I overheard a conversation about some drug that gets people very high, very cheaply and is extra dangerous. I heard a guy say that this drug kills people much more quickly than other drugs. This doesn’t matter, he explained, because all the user is interested in is getting high. Nothing else matters.

Burning down the tobacco fields is not going to resolve the false religion of Sister Nicotine and The Holy Smokes, no more than just pushing out the pusher will cure the drug abuse problem, no more than Eliot Ness and his Untouchables not letting anyone have booze.

To restore health, mentally and physically, you need to reject the false gods of the world and turn to a higher power than yourself, God. Healing is not instant, in fact it’s slow, but if one hangs in there, he/she will be better off.

Realizing you need the power of God in order to overcome besetting sins is the first step, as found in Celebrate Recovery’s 12 Steps and Biblical comparisons. The program is not just for addictions, but for other hang ups, bad habits, and hurts. I’ve been going to Celebrate Recovery to help me deal with Sandi’s cancer – for God to give me the serenity to accept that which I cannot change, and the courage to change that which I can change, and the wisdom to know the difference.

1. We admitted we were powerless over our addictions and compulsive behaviors, that our lives had become unmanageable. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.

For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. Romans 7:18