Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Christianity and Racism

I am a right wing conservative, republican and a believer in the second amendment. I am anti-murder(aka pro-life/against abortion). I believe in states rights. I am a christian. I have light hair, blue eyes...I am white.
But, I am NOT a racist.
Because of recent events and overheard comments I've been thinking about this: Does racism and Christianity go together?
   Of course, I already know the answer. They do not. I have several arguments for this.
First: Racism is an evolutionary concept.
As a young earth creationist, I believe The LORD created the earth aproximitely 6,000 years ago. But evolutionist believe we humans came from ape-like creatures. They think whites are more evolved.
   As a christian who does not believe in evolution, I am against racism.
Second: Racism is prideful.
If you believe that, as a white, you are somehow better than those who are dark, than you are being prideful. The Bible says that we are ALL sinners, saved by grace. No human can be better than another. God cares about our hearts, not our skin color. All humans, black or white, must come to a place of repentance before God.
   As a sinner who can not possibly be better than anyone, I am against racism.
Third: Racism is not loving.
God is love. He created love; He is the source of love. How can we, as christians, be unloving and say that it is right? The Bible says that if you hate your brother than you are as bad as a murderer. If you hate a "lower" race, you are like a murderer.
   Because of God's love within me, I am against racism.
Fourth: Racism is hateful.
God is a loving god who wants all to be saved. If we hate someone of darker skin, they will in turn hate us. How can you share the gosple with someone who hates you, has no respect for you, wants nothing to do with you? How can you bring another human to Christ if you despise them? If you believe that God has saved you, than you should long to share this with others. You can not share love with someone you hate.
   As a sinner saved by a loving God, I am against racism.
Fifth: Black skin is the mark of Cain???
I have heard this as an arguement for racism. To me this has no grounds. And anyway, why does it matter? It goes back to pride. Are you prideful enough to believe that you are a better christian than the decendance of Cain? To God it is your heart that matters, not your forefathers.
So, whether you have black skin, brown skin, tan skin, white skin, yellow skin, red skin or any other color of skin, it does not matter to me, or GOD. And it should not matter to you.


Corum Deo, Kimberly Elizabeth

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Peter's Sweepers: Chapter Two

   Note: To read Chapter One scroll down, or click on July to the right.
   Rat pressed his stomach close to the shingles of the roof. His heart was pounding in his ears. Who were those boys? They obviously weren't friendly, considering the way Dart was shaking with fear. Rat didn't know what to do. He couldn't get Dart away from those boys by himself. Should he go get Dusty? But what if they carried Dart off? Would he be able to find them again?
Just then one of the boys kicked Dart, who cried out and fell against the stone wall behind him. His chimney broom rolled away with a clatter.
    Rat jumped up and fled. He had no choice but to leave Dart and go for help.
    Rat forgot all about that man, Horace, and went straight home without skirting around the man.
    The sun had bid the city goodnight and the lamplighters had finished their job when Rat finally reached Peter's tavern. The bar room was full of laughter and loud talking.
Rat stumbled through the kitchen door panting for breath. Dusty and Billy jumped up from their seats by the fire. Arnie and Lane must have been ordered to bed, for they were not around.
    "Did ya find 'im?" Billy asked.
    Dusty asked nothing but helped Rat to a stool. Billy brought a dipper of water from the rain barrel.
    Rat took the dipper, but before drinking he managed to gasp out, "Dart's in trouble. Some boys have 'im. Don't know why. One kicked 'im, I saw it." Then he drank the water while Billy poured forth questions.
   "How many boys? Where they at? Do ya think we should tell Peter?"
    Dusty stopped him with a shake of his head, "Peter's busy with the bar." and a burst of laughter from the front room emphasized his words. He turned to Rat, "Ya think ya can show us where Dart is?"
    Rat nodded, "I can show ya where he was."
    "What kind o' boys are they, Rat?" asked Billy, "Are they chimney sweeps like us?"
    Rat nodded, still breathing a little heavy.
    "Well, let's go." exclaimed Billy impatiantly.
    "Wait until Rat has caught his breath." Dusty ordered, putting a hand to the little boy's shoulder protectively.
    "I'm ready." said Rat, standing up with determination. He didn't want them to wait on his account.
    Dusty looked doubtful, but he didn't question. Flipping his cap onto his dark head and pulling it low he led the way to the door.
    Rat took the lead once they were on the sky road. He was feeling a little hungry, since he hadn't finished his supper, but he wasn't about to let it show. A feeling of urgency filled his small chest.
    Rain began to drizzle down. The clouds hid the moon and stars. The only light to guide their way came from the street lamps. The rain caused the roofs with older shingles to become slippery.
    When they came to where Rat had left Dart the boys jumped down to the ground. The the corner where Dart had been was now dark and empty. His chimney broom still lay on the ground, forgotten.
    Dusty examind the hard ground, garbage bins and piles of packing crates. Billy's red hair seemed to glow in the darkness as he lifted Dart's broom and swung it up to his shoulder. Rat shivered and wrapped his arms about himself. The back street they were in seemed too narrow and the darkness was sufficatingly close. Rat shook the rain off his cap and nervously ran his fingers through his hair.
    "I'm cold." whispered Billy, "Rain is runnin' down me back."
    "Shut up." Dusty whispered back, but not angrily. "Look what I found." He held up a wet, soggy piece of paper.
    Billy took it from him while Rat crowded close. "What is it?" Billy asked, obviously confused why Dusty cared for the piece of garbage.
    "It's a coupon for The Green Dragon. 'Buy two beers, get one free'." explained Dusty.
    Rat and Billy looked at eachother. Was Dusty suggesting they go for a drink?
    "That's where Dart is." Dusty further explained when he saw that his comrades were not getting it.
    Rat's eyes popped open, "How do ya know?"
    "It was lyin' over here, near where ya said Dart was. It's clean to, see? It's new, so I know it ain't been here long. I'm a thinkin' one of those sweeps dropped it when they was pickin' on Dart. He probably had it 'cause they were on their way there."
    "But if'n they stopped to bully Dart, do ya think they would still go there?" asked Billy.
    "Shore would." Dusty nodded with confidence, "They'd wanna go an celebrate. Ain't that what we'd do?"
    Billy shrugged. "Okay, but how do ya know they still got Dart with them?"
    "He ain't here, is he?" Dusty seemed to be getting a little irritated with all the questions. He was a good natured chap and had an amazing amount of forgiveness, but even the best of sorts don't like their knowledge questioned.
    "Where is this 'Green Dragon'?" Rat asked. He was beginning to sniffle from the cold.
    "Let's see if the paper says." said Dusty, reaching to take it from Billy. But the soggy paper ripped, and he left half behind in Billy's hand.
    Both boys held their half up to their faces, trying to read in the dark.
    "Here it is." exclaimed Dusty, "It says, '211th street'. That's only the next street over. Come on!"
    The three boys went off at a trot. It wasn't at all hard to find the tavern. They could hear the loud music and laughter from several houses away.
    When they arrived at the front door Dusty hesitated. Rat and Billy looked at him questioningly. He smiled to reassure them, took a deep breath and went in. Billy propped Dart's broom against the wall before following.
    Once inside Dusty again hesitated. All the tables seemed to be full with card playing men. At the very front of the room was the bar. All it's stools were full as well. The only differance was the stools were crowded with boys, not men.
    "That them?" Dusty asked Rat out of the corner of his mouth.
    Rat could only nod, his throat was too tight with fear to talk. The other boys far out numbered them.
    Dusty rubbed his right eyebrow with two fingers. Rat and Billy knew this was his "thinkin' pose" and waited for his plan.
    After a moment Dusty turned to them and loudly whispered over the din, "Act confident." Then he strode across the room toward the bar, with a very timid Rat and a semi-confident Billy trailing behind him.
    "Wet out there, it is." proclaimed Dusty to the bartender as he came up to the counter. "Rain's comin' down harder and harder." Then, completely ignore the local boys who were watching with strange smiles, he plunked a few coins on the counter, as if he were planning to buy a drink.
    Before the bartender could say anything, the nearest local boy dropped a heavy hand on Dusty's shoulder. "Ya better take yer money back, Kid." It was rather bold for him to call Dusty "kid", considering that he was the younger of the two by at least two years.
    But Dusty did not seem to take offence. He laughed and turned to speak to Billy and Rat, affectively twisting out of the boy's grasped without seeming to do it on purpose. "Come on, boys. He's offering to pay for our drinks."
    Several of the other boys snickered at this, but the one who had "offered" scowled.
    Rat and Billy came forward, attempting to look confident. Billy swung up on the only empty stool left and leaned casually against the counter. "Awfully kind o' ya." he said to the scowling boy.
    "Aw, come on, Turk." one of the other boys shouted, "Buy the strangers' drinks."
    Turk shot them a look that silenced them, then he turned on Dusty with an unfriendly smile. "Listen, Kid. I ain't jokin' around. Take yer money and git."
    "What are ya afraid of?" asked Dusty, faining innocence, "Me, I ain't gonna do nothin'. I just dropped in for a drink, is all. Ain't that right, boys?"
    "Shore is." said Billy, a little too loudly, while Rat nodded violently.
    "Well." said Turk, "Maybe that's what ya came in for, and maybe it ain't. But it don't matter none to me." He put his hand on Dusty's shoulder again. "I want you to leave." and he pushed Dusty back.
    Dusty stumbled a little, but he didn't fall down. By now several of the men at the surrounding tables were noticing that something was up. The bartender had retreated into a corner, polishing a glass. He didn't seem to want to become involved.
    Dusty's eyes flashed angrily now, but he struggled to control it. "Look." he stepped real close to Turk, but in a friendly way. "We didn't come here to cause trouble. We came cause-"
    But Turk interrupted, "Are you afraid of a fight?"
    Dusty had hoped to find out where Dart was through carefully manuvered conversation. But obviously, Turk was not prone to be friendly. And still more obvious, the boys with him would follow his example.
    "Of course not!" Rat cried indignantly, answering Turk's question. "Dusty ain't afraid of nothin'." He turned to Dusty, "Tell 'im Dusty. Tell 'im ya ain't afraid to take on the whole bunch o' them."
    Several men chuckled at this and one yelled, "Someone buy that little fella a drink!"
    Dusty pressed two fingers to his eyebrow. His only thought was to find out where Dart was and get back home. This was getting out of hand. Perhaps he was using the wrong tactics. "Look." he said again, but his voice was no longer friendly, "I don't wanna fight ya cause I got better things to do." His eyes bore into Turk's, "You wouldn't happen to know where my friend Dart is, would ya?"
    Turk's eyes wavered a little, "What if I do?"
    Dusty grabbed a fistful of Turk's shirt front and dragged the younger boy of his stool, forcing him to stand against the counter. "If he's hurt..." he paused a minute. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. "You'll suffer for it." he finished. His eyes were shooting sparks. Billy and Rat watched him with wide eyes.
    Several of Turk's friends got down from their stools. They looked at eachother, questioning whether or not to do something.
Billy carefully moved so that he was in between them and Turk. He wasn't much of a shield to hold off seven boys, some larger than himself, but it did help to give Turk a feeling of being without support. They hadn't seemed very supportive of him in the first place.
    All the men near enough to hear what was going on waited in silence to see what Turk would do. Turk and Dusty stared at eachother, their eyes inches apart.
    Turk jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "He's out back in the woodshed." Dusty jerked on the shirt a little and Turk flinched away, "He ain't hurt bad, I swear."
    Dusty released Turk and stepped back. "Come on, boys."
    Billy and Rat followed Dusty back out into the rain. Billy remembered to grab Dart's broom, and the three boys went around to the back.
    It was dark behind the tavern; The light of the street lamps didn't reach back there. But Dusty was able to find the delapitated woodshed with no problem. It was locked, but Rat climbed in the window and unlocked it from the inside.
    They found Dart lying on the dirt floor. He was shivering uncontrolably and whimpering. Dusty knelt down and touched his shoulder. "Hello, Dart. Ya okay?"
    Dart sat up and threw his little arms around Dusty's neck. Dusty hugged him back, not at all embarressed. In fact, Rat thought he saw tears on Dusty's cheeks. But they might have been raindrops.
    "I was scared, Dusty." Dart said, his voice muffled against Dusty's neck. "Those boys said I was on their turf. I told them I didn't know what they meant, and they all laughed and one kicked me, right here." Dart backed away from Dusty and pulled his shirt up to reveal a large black and purple bruise on his ribcage.
    Rat kneeled down by his friend and gently touched the bruise. Anger burned inside him. What gave them the right to pick on Dart? Dart never hurt anybody. He wished it had been him instead. He wasn't much bigger than Dart, but at least he didn't have lungs that rattled and made other funny noises.
    "Dusty." Billy said warningly. He was standing watch at the door, "Some fellas are comin'."
    Dusty went to the door for a look. Dart curled on the floor and coughed while Rat patted his back. Rain was pounding on the roof and Rat wondered how Dart would stand the walk home.
Five boys stood in a semicircle around the door of the shed. They didn't say anything, and in the dark it was immpossible to tell who they were.
    "What do we do?" Billy whispered.
Dusty rubbed his eyebrow. "Let's just ignore 'em." he said finally.
Billy was surprised at this. He knew that ignoring them would not make them go away.
    Dusty turned to Dart and lifted the small boy into his arms. Dart snuggled close for warmth. He was so small that it took very little effort to carry him.
    "Okay." Dusty nodded at the door, "Let's go."
    Billy wondered how they were going to get past the human road block, but he didn't say anything. He went out first, followed by Dusty holding Dart. Rat whispered that he would meet them at home and disappeared around back of the shed. Dusty was not worried about him. He probably knew a way home that the rest of them couldn't navigate in the rain and dark.
    Billy had been told to ignore the boys in their path, so he did. He walked right up to them as if they weren't there. When he tried to push through they broke ranks and let him. Dusty followed in his wake. Their enemys made no effort to stop them. The only sound was the rain.
    When they were finally on their way home Dusty broke the silence with a laugh. "Look at ya, Billy. Your hands are shakin'."
Billy shoved his free hand into his pocket; The other one was holding Darts chimney broom. "I'm cold is all." Then he took a good look at Dusty. "Yer shaking yerself. Yer knees are knockin'!"
    Dusty smiled wryly, cradling Dart close to his chest like a prize. "Guess things got a bit tense back there."
    "Yeah." Billy nodded.
    Rat was far ahead of them and almost home. He paused as he passed the house that that man, Horace had gone into. But it was only for a minute, and then he went on, struggling to put the man from his mind.
 

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

A Bull Moose



   This young bull moose visited our backyard today. Several days ago a bigger one visited us as well, so this is the second live moose I've ever seen!
   Praying God blesses your day!~Kimberly Elizabeth