When I first heard of this program, I thought it was a wonderful idea. Reading my Bible is a daily occurrence for me. Numerous folks were to share scriptures until the total sixty-six-book anthology was finished. When it started this week, the Facebook post showed President Trump.
Those of you who have read my columns already know that I have never been a fan of our current Chief Executive. When he was just an executive of businesses, I viewed him as one of those owners that I would never want to work for. I listened to him lie to his employees on TV.
I heard interviews where he was asked if he thought about getting into politics, and he said he did not think that was something he wanted to do. Then he was given a TV show and showed how kind and considerate he was by telling celebrities, “You are fired.” I never watched the show, but I heard that line on the commercials for it.
Then I heard him tell people he thought he could win the presidency. He said he was a Democrat. I guess the Republicans gave him a chance, and he changed his platform. He began lying to more than just his employees. In 2016, I could not believe that the Republicans and Democrats both chose candidates who should never have been nominated.
From the time he was elected the first time, I knew he would not win again unless the Democrats did something else stupid. Trump continued his lies by saying that the only way he will lose is if the election is stolen from him. He continues to maintain this lie.
And this man is chosen to be someone who reads the Bible to us. Why not get a Buddhist, Muslim, or atheist as well? Now we are told that a man tried to assassinate him because he is a Christian. Give me a break. Let’s read the Bible again and look for what it says about the people who say and do what he has said and done.
Think back to when Trump said that if he were able to solve the conflict between Russia and Ukraine, then he would know he would go to Heaven. His religious right friends did not seem to have a problem with that. I now wonder about them.
“For by grace are you saved by faith” is what my scripture says. More than one Biblical writer tells us that what we do has no bearing on whether we go to Heaven or Hell. Your belief in and relationship with Jesus the Christ is the only criterion. Anyone who believes otherwise is not someone that I can listen to.
If you, like me, did not bother to listen to this reading of the Bible, please read it for yourself. Begin with the gospels and then the rest of the New Testament. Notice what Paul and the other disciples say in their letters. The book of Hebrews is another book to study to understand what Jesus told us. The Bible is good reading. Remember that anyone can read it. Not everyone believes what they read.
On the first of April, a local Christian radio station played all their regular music without any lyrics. The announcers told us that they were having problems with their system and even interviewed an engineer who said they did not know what was wrong.
I told my wife that it was an April Fool’s joke after about thirty minutes. When it was not corrected quickly, I knew that someone had done it intentionally. The program director told us the next day that he had used instrumental-only tracks to produce the effect.
I knew these tracks were available because of working the sound booth at church and having purchased cassettes and CDs for my daughters to sing with at church. Today, these tracks are available for purchase or sometimes free online.
The following day, my suspicion was confirmed when the program director confessed that he used these wordless tracks for a joke. Often, we as Christians encourage each other to teach about Jesus and, when necessary, even use words. We use this phrase to say that others should see Jesus in us. Talking is still one of the best ways to tell others about our Savior.
Christ is not just a fictitious character or fable; He was a real man and is still the bodily form of Jehovah. He referred to Himself as the Son of Man, which is a name that Ezekiel was called by Yahweh. We call Jesus the Son of God because some of the prophets talked about this person coming.
In the Eastern mind, a man’s son is equal to himself. The firstborn male offspring was endowed with the major portion of the estate of the parents. We westerners, follow an equal share for all progenies. God asked for a sacrifice to redeem the firstborn male for the sin that is accounted to us at birth for being human.
I like to use the example of an egg to describe the triune nature of both God and man. The symbol must be explained with words. You would not understand me if I held up an egg and pointed to it and then to you or myself. You might think I was calling us eggheads or worse. Words can be used to describe almost anything that you want to explain to another person. I know that it is said, “A picture is worth a thousand words.”
Sometimes, even a picture needs a caption or description to explain ideas that are not included in the image. As you walk through life, try to do so without talking to anyone for one hour. My guess is that you will find it very difficult. I can go for an hour or more without speaking when I am working on my writing, but who can write without words?
While watching the sing-along version of “The Sound of Music” broadcast on a Sunday evening on ABC Channel 33-1 in Springfield, MO, thoughts returned to a live production of this musical. Before attending Southwest Baptist College and studying the Bible, high school studying journalism. Full-time Christian ministry was the change in focus that took the creative writing major from SMSU to Bolivar.
While a student at Central in the fall of 1968, “The Sound of Music” was the fall production by the music and drama departments. For some reason, it still holds a fascination that cannot be shaken. A love for live theatre was born and has been passed on to the next generations.
A critic was not created. One must be able to distinguish the good from the bad to judge. Tone deafness prevents this ability. However, it cannot restrict the enjoyment of the songs. Even though my voice does not bring applause, I do like to sing along with Oklahoma or any of the other musicals from which I still remember the lyrics.
“Sixteen Going on Seventeen” is my favorite from “The Sound of Music.” The sentiment of a young woman being told that a young man who is “seventeen going on eighteen” will take care of her is humorous to adults. As a young man, that sentiment was one to take to heart. To be the protector was a fond possibility.
“The Music Man” and its “Seventy-Six Trombones” and “Marian the Librarian,” among others, are also excellent. Growing up in the sixties and seventies, I remember the Elvis movies, which were not called musicals but were. If you went to a film starring a singer, you wanted to hear them sing.
And you had to have music so Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire could move around the floors, walls, or even ceilings. Grace Kelly was not Fred’s only partner in crime. Gene was also able to share the floor with Jerry, the mouse. You millennials think you have good movies. You have nothing on us, baby boomers. We lived during the heydays of cinema magic and creativity. They could not just punch a few computer keys to find special effects.
Life would be dull without musical entertainment, and we no longer must call friends and neighbors to join us. Thanks to Thomas Edison and Mr. Victor, we now have a band in a box, with their singers. That box has been shrunk to a size that fits in a pocket and doubles as a phone or TV screen.
I hope you enjoy all the clips I’ve included with this column. Maybe you’ll find ones you haven’t experienced before. These modern conveniences have been around for almost one hundred years now. Between sound recordings, movies, TV, the Internet, and our phones, we are good to go almost anywhere with the sound of music.
In 2009, I was laid off from the position I held at a manufacturing company. I found another position a few months later, but was fired for incompetence within seven months. They claimed that I wanted to be fired and opposed my unemployment. I fought back with the unemployment office and won when I informed them that for the first six months, I was told I was doing my job very well.
Shortly after that, I was instructed to run a complete inventory for the first time in over two years. I was salaried and worked over 120 hours in the next two weeks. I asked for two days off next week and was given it reluctantly. The next week, I was given a written warning about something I did not know was not the proper procedure.
The following week, I was walked out of the plant. The plant manager who fired me failed to ask for my key. The next morning, I returned about two hours after my shift would have started and returned the key. I learned that my desk and position were taken over by a former employee.
My Unemployment was approved, and I returned to looking for another job. One of the companies that I applied to was coming to Springfield, and they were looking for a representative to promote their business. They worked with nursing homes and other companies that helped families find services for senior citizens.
I was excited about the opportunity after I had spoken to HR two or three times. They liked my sales experience, purchasing background, and ministry experience. She downplayed the salesman concept until I was interviewed by the sales manager, who would be my direct supervisor.
After that conversation, I declined to go forward and began thinking about the fact that for most companies, closing the deal is more important than people. I did not want to be one of those employees. I finally found another purchasing job. That is the company I retired from six years ago.
I found my place, and I hope that each of you can find yours. Keep looking for where you belong, whether you are looking for a job, a church, a mate, or a home. Life is one long search for enjoyment and meaning.
I have taken jobs where I was asked to do things that I would rather not. That one time, I felt that it was better to remain without a job than to accept one that I felt certain that I would fail at. There might have been companies that I would not want to recommend to families. I hope you can say no when you want to.
I have borrowed this title from Os Hillman’s column on his website Today God is First. I’ve been an avid follower of him for years. He is also a workplace minister, as I have been. If you have not read his columns, I recommend them.
I am going to take this opportunity to appropriate this title and not his article. This is legal according to copyright law. You cannot copyright a title. You can trademark them, and that is much more difficult. None of my titles is trademarked; grab one when you want to, Os.
I want to talk about the word trinity. Originally, it meant three gods who became one godhead. Almost all the god legends from other cultures include a trinity. That is why some refer to the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit in Christianity as the Holy Trinity. The term should be triune being.
Let me explain. You are a triune being. In Genesis 1:26, Jehovah said that they were going to make mankind in their image. I am sure that you have wondered what this means. There are a thousand explanations for this. The simplest is that Yahweh is soul (Father), body (Son), and spirit (Holy Spirit). So are we.
Our soul was created, unlike God, who has always existed. God created humanity and, therefore, our bodies, which are connected to our everlasting existence. Do you understand? This part of you will not die, ever. That leaves the third part of us, our spirit. Yours may be dead right now.
I’m sorry if that comes as a shock to you. Some people have spirit guides because they cannot connect with the spirit world without one. As a born-again believer in Jesus, my spirit has been reborn. This is what Jesus meant when He told Nicodemus that he must receive a new birth.
Those who do not know Jesus as their personal Savior have no spiritual connection of their own. If you claim to be a Christian and have never heard from Holy Spirit or felt that Jesus or God is with you, you might want to rethink your salvation experience.
When Holy Spirit speaks to me through thoughts, ideas, visions, or dreams, I attribute those concepts to Jesus. He is my Lord and Savior, and it is not unusual for me to ask for His advice and assistance. I am sure that you will do this as well if you are a believer.
Each side of the triune being has a specific responsibility. The Father is the protector, among other jobs. The Son is the Life and the Savior of all who accept His free gift. Holy Spirit is the comforter and liaison between Father and Son and us through our rebirthed spirit. Now you know.
“I was doing eighty on the highway because the Vice Principal said my second grader was caught “distributing contraband” in the cafeteria. I thought he had drugs. I was wrong. It was pepperoni.
I walked into the administrative office still wearing my work boots, drywall dust on my jeans. The secretary looked at me like I was going to track mud on her carpet. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see Leo.
I found him sitting on the “Cool Down Chair” in the corner of Vice Principal Miller’s office. He didn’t look scared. He didn’t look guilty. He looked confused. His hands were folded in his lap, and there was a smudge of tomato sauce on his chin.
“Mr. Russo, thank you for coming so quickly,” Mrs. Miller said. She was a nice enough woman, usually, but today she had the posture of a steel beam. “We have a zero-tolerance policy regarding the exchange of food items. It’s a liability issue. Allergies. Sanitary concerns. We simply cannot have students passing food around like… like it’s a free-for-all.”
She slid a discipline across the desk. Incident: Unauthorized distribution of lunch materials. Defiance of cafeteria protocol.
“He gave away his lunch?” I asked, looking at Leo. “That’s why I’m missing a half-day of pay? Because he gave away a slice of pizza?”
“It’s not just the pizza, Mr. Russo. It’s the defiance,” she sighed, adjusting her glasses. “The lunch monitor instructed Leo to keep his food to himself. He refused. He insisted on giving half to a classmate, Samuel. When told to stop, Leo argued with the monitor.”
I turned to my son. “Leo, buddy. Look at me. Why did you do that? You know you’re supposed to eat your own lunch.”
Leo looked up, his big brown eyes filled with frustration that seemed too heavy for a seven-year-old.
“Sam didn’t have a tray, Dad,” Leo said. His voice was small but steady.
“What do you mean?”
“It was Pizza Friday,” Leo explained, as if that explained everything. In elementary school, it basically did. “Sam got in line, but when he got to the register, the lady took his tray away. She threw the pizza in the trash bin behind her and gave him the cold cheese sandwich in the plastic bag. She said his account was ‘in the red.'”
I felt a tightening in my chest. I knew that term. I knew the ‘Cheese Sandwich of Shame.’ It happens when parents forget to load the lunch account or when money is tight.
“Sam started crying,” Leo continued. “He didn’t want the cold sandwich. He was hungry. So, I broke my pizza in half. I gave him the big piece.”
“And then?” I asked.
“Then the monitor came over and took it away from Sam. She threw that piece away, too. She said I was breaking the safety rules.” Leo pointed a small finger at the wall behind Mrs. Miller’s desk. “She said rules are rules.”
I looked where he was pointing.
Directly behind the Vice Principal’s head was a massive, laminated poster, decorated with bright primary colors and cartoon stars. It was the school’s motto for the year.
KINDNESS MATTERS.
Below it, in smaller print: In a world where you can be anything, be kind.
Leo looked at me, then at Mrs. Miller. “Dad, I’m confused. The poster is big. The rule book is small. I thought the big poster was the boss.”
The room went silent. The air conditioner hummed. Mrs. Miller opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at the liability forms on her desk, then she turned around and looked at the poster she walked past every single morning.
The monitor said I was being bad,” Leo whispered. “But if I ate my pizza while Sam cried… wouldn’t that make me bad?”
Mrs. Miller took off her glasses. The corporate stiffness drained out of her shoulders. She was suddenly just a person in a room with a father and a son who had asked a question she couldn’t answer with a handbook.
“It’s a policy, Mr. Russo,” she said, her voice softer now, almost apologetic. “We have to protect the school from lawsuits. If Sam had an allergy…”
“Does Sam have an allergy?” I asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But we have to assume…”
“I know,” I cut her off. I stood up and pulled out my wallet. It was thin, but I had enough. “How much is Sam’s debt?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sam’s lunch account. How much is he in the red? Five bucks? Ten?”
“Mr. Russo, you don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. How much?”
She typed for a second. “Four dollars and fifty cents.”
I pulled out a twenty. “Clear it. And put the rest on Sam’s account for next week. And if Leo gives him a slice of pizza again, please just… look the other way.”
I didn’t wait for the change. I signed the disciplinary slip—admitting my son was a “disturbance”—and walked out with Leo holding my hand.
We walked to the truck in silence. I buckled him in.
“Am I in trouble, Dad?” Leo asked, looking at his knees. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
I started the engine and turned to him.
“Leo, look at me.”
He looked up, bracing for the lecture.
“You are not in trouble,” I said firmly. “You did the right thing. The school has its rules, and they must follow them to keep their jobs. But you have a heart, and you have to follow that to keep your soul.”
“But they threw the pizza away,” he said sadly.
“I know. Sometimes doing the right thing makes a mess. Do it anyway.”
We stopped at a pizza place on the way home. I bought two large pepperoni pies. One for us, and one for Leo to take to school on Monday, just in case.
As I watched him eat, getting sauce all over his face again, I realized something terrifying.
We spend eighteen years trying to program our kids to fit into the system, to sit still, to stay in line, to follow the handbook. We teach them that “compliance” is the same thing as “goodness.” But today, my seven-year-old showed me that sometimes, you must break the rules to keep the promise on the wall.
Civilization isn’t built on handbooks and liability waivers. It’s built on breaking your pizza in half when your friend is hungry.
If that’s a punishable offense, then I hope my son stays a criminal for the rest of his life.”
I found this on Facebook, and it was not accredited by any author. This is why we should never accept the authorities that claim something as they see it. Rules and manuals are just that. Kindness is a law of God. I think we all need to follow it. If this is your story, please advise me and I will reassign the copyright when you provide proof of authorship.
When President Trump was asked if Americans could expect the price of Gasoline and other petroleum products to remain exorbitantly high, he answered, “For a little while.” As a politician, he is careful not to say anything that can be used against him later.
This phrase does not say what President Trump wants you to believe. He wants you to think that these outrageous prices will subside quickly. He is not the one who raised the prices. He is not the one who caused prices to rise across the board. That is done by those who control the pricing in our country.
You and I are responsible for consumer prices. Our economy is based on supply and demand. When we illegally attacked Iran, the Oil Companies chose to increase their prices. The excuse was the rise in crude oil futures. If you do not understand the futures market, it is what investors will pay for the product at a time to come.
Higher oil prices are not the current prices of the actual cost. That will come in a few months. Our gas prices are rising now because the oil executives are greedy. To make the prices go down, we must reduce our demand. Stop traveling. Stop buying products that use this commodity. Remember the price reductions after the Covid crisis.
There are non-petroleum options for many things that often call for crude oil. The economy was already tanking since President Trump and our Congress tried throwing money at the COVID-19 pandemic. All that did was convince some that they could get money without working. Those of you who run legitimate businesses were hurt most.
Greed, money, and infamy are what motivate most of the so-called political leadership. They only need you to vote for them. The rest of their two-, four-, or six-year terms, they try to be sure that you will not remember the stupid things they said or did.
Back to what President Trump really meant. Let’s break it down. This means that he is not willing to predict a definite time. A little while is also so vague that no one can take him to court for it after he leaves office. Most of us are like he was during his first campaign and term. He lied and never thought it would be used against him.
Today, he is starting to realize that we, the people, are not as stupid as he thought. Even those who believed his lies and ignored the confusion he attempted to perpetrate in America have started to rise from their sleep. He will call them woke because that is the same thing, only he uses it as an insult.
This year, all the legislatures of both the US and each state will be elected. To stop the so-called war in Iran and the Trumpites’ quest to dominate the world as Hitler did in World War II, we need to throw out both the Republicrats and Demicans. If you can, in your state, select representatives who are non-partisan. That is the only way to stop this madness.
Do you like weddings? I do. That is why I have married several different women. No, it isn’t what you think. Cindy is my first and only wife, but I have officiated at many wedding ceremonies for friends and, in some cases, people I did not know until I was asked to celebrate their marriage with them.
The first was Eldon, who was the store manager at the Wendy’s restaurant in Joplin, MO. Cindy and I moved there two weeks after our wedding. I worked at that restaurant from May of that year until September, when I left the Wendy’s of Southwest Missouri family.
Eldon and one of our employees had decided to get married. They were going to have the wedding at her church, but for some reason, her pastor was unable to officiate at the ceremony. Eldon asked if I was legal to perform weddings. At that time, Missouri laws were much stricter about who could officiate a wedding. I checked and found that you did not have to be ordained but only licensed to the ministry, which I was.
That was my first. I have done weddings for my brother Sam and his wife, my sister-in-law Sharon, my cousin Troy and his wife Coleen. I was even able to help another friend I worked with one Valentine’s Day. She had told me that they wanted to get married and had even gotten the marriage license.
On Valentine’s Day, she told me they were going to get married that day. Larry, her fiancé, was at the courthouse trying to find a judge to officiate at the ceremony. I told her to let me know if that did not work out. Later that day, she came back to my office and asked if I could help. We had the wedding that afternoon, and every year on Valentine’s Day, I wish them a happy anniversary.
Not every marriage that I have helped to begin has lasted this long. One may not have made it as long as celebrity weddings. The day after the ceremony, the bride called and asked if I could tear up the marriage license. The copy I left with had already been mailed to the county recorder. I always drop them in a mailbox when I go home after the wedding. I can be fined if it isn’t postmarked within a certain period. She asked what she could do, and I told her she would need to call a lawyer if they could not work it out.
I had only been able to have one counseling session with them because of the time crunch they were in. After that, I was skeptical about officiating at weddings for people I do not know. Since my second daughter was married and I performed their ceremony, I have not done a wedding. Their oldest daughter turns nineteen this year.
Marriage is not what it once was. Today, in Missouri, a twenty-one-year-old and a seventeen-year-old cannot be married even with parental consent. That apparently isn’t important to anyone but me. Cindy was seventeen, and I was the dirty old man of twenty-one when we were married in Springfield, MO, and her mother signed our marriage license.
This is the reason that my state representative will not have my vote this year. He voted for that bill. You may ask why I am so adamant about this. Laws were already in place that prevented parents from filing statutory rape charges for a child who was seventeen and had sex with someone of majority age. Now, the parents of this same person do not have the right to authorize a wedding. To me, that is sanctioning promiscuity.
What brings back memories? The parents of a lady in our church on Sunday started me remembering. This couple from Texas was visiting their daughter’s family for the birthday of a grandchild. Texas to Springfield, Missouri, does not seem like a great distance, but for working people, it can be. Memories of a mission trip to Houston, Texas, came back.
I was serving as interim youth minister when a new pastor and his family came to our church. This was in the early spring, and the youth leadership had not made any plans for a mission trip that summer. As we discussed possible locations for ministry, we were presented with a plan to go to Houston.
They had taken other groups in previous years and made contacts for us. As we made the preparations, I began having dreams about being at a church and seeing a young girl crossing the street. I saw a car coming down the street, and I ran out and grabbed her and threw her to the side of the road.
My youngest daughter was one of the youths on the trip. And I saw her crouching by me and crying each night just as I awoke. This continued for about two weeks before we left. When we arrived at the church where we would work that week, I recognized it as the building from the dream.
All week, I was watching the street anytime we were outside, and I scanned the kids to try to find that girl. I did not see her, and nothing happened. My first night back home, I awoke from another dream in which I saw the church again and a voice that said, “You watched to prevent someone else’s death, what about your own?”
I am sure you are wondering what this could mean. I knew immediately where this was coming from. I had been having blood in my stool for these three weeks from time to time. I had not told anyone about this, not even my wife. That morning, I told my wife I needed to make an appointment with my doctor to talk about the bleeding.
He recommended that I have a colonoscopy to be sure there were no problems. A few nights after the procedure, I received a call from the doctor. He had told us they had removed two polyps, and he told me that one was clear and the other had a few cancer cells in the head. After hanging up the phone, I started crying when I told this to my wife.
I have been cancer-free for about thirty years now. I have not shared this dream and my message from God with anyone in all that time. I know what most of you who have not had this type of experience will be thinking. I made this up. That’s why I’ve never told anyone. That is the exact reason I withheld that information.
There may be someone out there who is experiencing warning signs of disease that you are ignoring. Let me remind you of the story about the man who was a flood victim. He had a warning before the flood hit and ignored it. He said God will take care of him.
A boat came by later to pick him up, and he said that God would save him. As he was on the roof of the house, a helicopter came to his rescue, and once again, he declared God would save him. In Heaven, he asked God why He did not save him. The reply was, “I warned you, sent a boat and a helicopter. What more did you want?” Keep that in mind if you are ignoring warnings.
As a writer, I am often encouraged to do things that will make me more popular and profitable. As a born-again believer, I am not in this for fame or money. My brand is not to be built by me. I should strive to glorify my Savior, Jesus.
In Acts 4:23-31, Peter and John have just been released by the Sanhedrin, who were the ones who took their teacher to Pontius Pilate and forced him to crucify Christ. It had to be done for all of humanity to be redeemed from our sin. That does not mean that these Jews are forgiven for their hate.
You and I do things often for our own benefit or because we want things to go our way. This never makes it correct. God knows that we will do what we will do. That is part of who He is. Omniscient is the word that we use to describe that He knows everything.
The question is often asked, “If there is a God and He loves us. Why do all these bad things happen to good people?” President Bill Clinton said that it depends on your definition of ‘is’. What does that mean? The I Am is the name of the Hebrew God. Some say Jehovah and others Yahweh. Either way, it means “I am that I am” or is He?
Is He God or not? Did He create the world or not? Is Jesus His son or not? Why does He not come down here and show Himself so that we have no doubts that He is who He said He was? He did that.
A man named Jesus was born around two thousand years ago. Like all humans, He lived a life, did His chosen profession, and died. He was nothing special. The gospels and other New Testament books were created by some demented men who just wanted to give churches a way to take money from the ignorant and unsuspecting masses.
Do you believe that? I don’t. I do not have enough faith to believe that this universe was an accident. To me, it takes more belief than I can conjure up to believe that nothing existed, then it exploded, and our planet’s existence was a fluke. The order we see around us, the laws of physics that we have ascertained, are all coincidental, and this can be proven by these same scientific principles, which were violated by the beginning of all that we experience.
I wonder who the ones are that are really confused. If matter and energy cannot be destroyed, where did they come from in the first place? My book, “Cosmic Flatulence,” is my attempt to explain the Big Bang Theory and how science can be understood.
No cloud of gas appeared from nothingness. The I Am has always existed. Jehovah was not created by man; that is what makes Him the creator. He has always been here, and if you believe that a cloud of gas came from nothing and exploded to form our universe, I guess Yahweh let a fart.
I am here to tell His story, to proclaim the day of the Lord so that you will understand. I am not here to build myself or my brand. I’m just telling you the truth and letting you decide for yourself whether Jesus is The Way, The Truth, and The Life, as He said He was.
Do not try to persuade others to agree with you, buy your line, and support your brand. Follow The Way, believe The Truth, and enjoy The Life which is as eternal as He is. I do not know how to explain it any better than He did. If God never existed until we made Him up, how did all of this get here?
Charles (Chuck) Kensinger 