Jesus the garbage man. A note I wrote to a dear friend of mine

This was first written in October 2011 to a woman friend of mine in another part of the country who left, and divorced her abusive husband. I’ve changed her name to protect her identity since he and his family are still looking for her.

Like I said on your birthday, you are one courageous woman! I admire and respect you more than you will know. Remember why you made this decision to be independent in the first place. Sure, it would’ve been easier to stay with your husband. The bills would be taken care of, car smog and registration, DMV, etc., etc. But at what cost? Your dignity and humanity would be stomped on and kicked around daily. Part of his abuse was to make you believe that you needed him to survive. In order to do that, he had to make you believe that you were no better than the dirt on the bottom of his shoes. DON’T BELIEVE IT!!! You are courageous, smart, independent, creative, loving, and most of all created by God! Live as a child of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords! You are precious in His sight! Go out and live in His strength. “For sin, taking occasion by the commandment, deceived me, and by it killed [me].””But now we have been delivered from the law, having died to what we were held by, so that we should serve in the newness of the Spirit and not [in] the oldness of the letter.””This is the message which we have heard from Him and declare to you, that God is light and in Him is no darkness at all.””But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.””Again, a new commandment I write to you, which thing is true in Him and in you, because the darkness is passing away, and the true light is already shining.” :’)

‎”For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare [are] not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ,” This is every thought that tries to remind you of what your ex used to say about you. When those thoughts pop into mind, grab them, identify them for what they are and bring them to Jesus in a quick little prayer. Something like, “Lord is this thought from you? Would you say something like this about me? Or is this the work of the Enemy trying to tear me down and make me feel discouraged and unprofitable? Take this away from me, Lord and remind me of Your strength and Your Love for me.” Bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ. This is how I have to think about my self everyday, Mary. It takes discipline, practice and patience. These little thoughts are part of the constant stream of thoughts flowing through my head throughout the course of the day. And so they sneak by with out notice and that’s when they cause the most damage. “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.”

Imagine sitting next to a stream in the forest. Clean. Pure. Fresh. Then a Styrofoam cup floats past. What’s wrong with this picture? Imagine what it looks like farther down river where tree branches grab the debris and hold it. Or where the water flow reaches a pond and slows down. How many cups, cans, wrappers, cigarette butts and plastic bottles will be there clogging up the water way? Think of the river as your stream of thoughts throughout the day and the cup as those thoughts that tear down and cause you to feel worthless. If allowed to pass by, the trash builds up to a point where the flow is choked off and the water itself is polluted. DON’T LET THE CUP FLOAT BY! Jump up and grab it out of the water as soon as you recognize it for what it is!!! It is trash! That thought is trash. Not the person who thought it, but the thought about the person is trash. Take it to a trash receptacle and dispose of it. Let the trash man take it away. Think of Jesus as the trash man taking away the trash from your presence. “O LORD, [You are] the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You maintain my lot. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant [places]; Yes, I have a good inheritance. I will bless the LORD who has given me counsel; My heart also instructs me in the night seasons. I have set the LORD always before me; Because [He is] at my right hand I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; My flesh also will rest in hope. For You will not leave my soul in Sheol, Nor will You allow Your Holy One to see corruption. You will show me the path of life; In Your presence [is] fullness of joy; At Your right hand [are] pleasures forevermore.” Ps 16:5-11 :’D God bless you and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you Peace. In Christ, Robert.


Facebook as a Drug…

It is a lot like Cocaine. You join Facebook and it’s like a big party where everybody goes to hang out and have fun. Everybody’s on Facebook! When you first see something in your news feed that you like or otherwise agree with, you click “Like”. Then FB starts funneling more of that page to your news feed. That, and similar type pages begin to appear. Maybe you like it, maybe not. Eventually, after a couple years, your news feed is comprised of ideas and positions that you might agree with in principle but not in practice. After a while that’s all you see and repost. Pretty soon family starts to avoid you, friends are less willing to talk to you. But the new friends and pages seem to draw you and repulse you at the same time. And the News Feed is so engaging and spectacular, with takes and interpretations on stories of the day that you can’t look away. You become increasingly pessimistic and… paranoid. The subject matter becomes more and more isolated and polarizing. Fewer and fewer people are “Liking” your posts and “Shares”. More and more hours are lost sitting at the computer. Less and less is getting accomplished in real life. But it doesn’t matter because what you’re are telling them is so important that you don’t care what they say or don’t say. Phrases like, “If you’re not angry then you’re not paying attention” start to creep into your thinking. The information you’re getting is cutting edge and ‘could blow the lid off… blah, blah, blah’. ”  I can’t believe more people aren’t outraged about this…” “Someone needs to do something about this…” “I need to ‘Share’ this because my friends and family need to see what they are not being told…”




It’s not about Conservative=Good, Liberal=Bad. Or vice versa. Or Republicans stand for Truth, Justice and The American Way while Liberals are Commie Scum trying to destroy ‘This once great Nation from the inside out’.

‘Murca! Yeah!! Love it or leave it, Pinko faggot!’

Yes, that is what many are saying. But I also see Democrats are trying to save the poor and Middle Class by waging war against the Fat Cat bureaucrat bankers and Big Business/Big Pharma/Big Tobacco/Anti-Union/Anti-Choice/Anti-Freedom/Anti-Gay/Anti-Muslim/Narrow Minded Self Righteous Bible Thumpers creating hate, division and intolerance.


blech. I need to check myself into rehab.

What do guns, horses, fire extinguishers and swimming pools all have in common?

What do guns, horses,fire extinguisher and swimming pools all have in common? May 29-June 1st there was a National Barrel Horse Association (NBHA) rodeo event held inside the Southpoint Hotel and Casino. There was also a gun show in the meeting hall right next door on the same weekend. I didn’t go into the gun show, walked right past it. Too expensive. Spent several hours watching amazingly fast horses instead. I started a long conversation with a woman who poo-poo’d the idea of guns and bristled at the thought of a gun show next door. She thought that gun shows were bad because they were totally unregulated and anyone could walk in and buy a gun with no questions asked! No wonder she was freaked out. I told her it’s just the same as walking into a retail gun store and buying a gun. All the same laws regarding back ground checks apply at the gun shows the same way they do everywhere else. Gun shows are held all over the country and they all must be in compliance with all Federal, State and local laws. I began to talk about the notion of guns for self protection and the bad rap given to responsible gun owners in the media. We don’t want bad guys walking into a gun show buying guns either! It makes us all look bad. Fairly early in our conversation I noticed a security guard (unarmed) and a guy with a big radio walking past us as we spoke. They were both giving me a long look and continued past. They camped out at the railing about 30ft to my right and stayed there for the duration of my conversation with this woman, about 40 minutes or so. As we spoke about the gun shows and gun laws, I drew her attention to the fact that I was carrying a small semi-auto handgun in a holster. We’d been talking for about 20 minutes by then. She never even noticed up to that point that she was standing about 36 inches away from a loaded gun. She looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. She leaned forward and asked sincerely, “Why do feel you need to carry around a gun?” I told her it’s a device to be used in case of emergency only. Like a fire extinguisher, you by it and you hope and pray that you never have to use it. She closed her eyes and nodded in agreement. Because when you do, that means something very bad has already begun to happen and it needs to be stopped immediately before it can cause any further damage or loss of life. I could tell by the look on her face that it made sense. I don’t think she’d never talked to anyone who owned a gun before. She was an older woman in her 60’s or 70’s born in Whales and lived for decades in Manhattan Beach, California. She said she and her husband paid $75,000 for a house in the Pines section near Rosecrans and PCH. As it turns out, her house used to be on the same street where my brother lives now. We hit it off and spoke about Southern California, horses, culture(or the deterioration of it) and other stuff. She brought up the idea of safety again and having a gun in the house with young kids. I told her that is my concern, too. In response, I asked her if she were to buy a home with a swimming pool, would she build a wall around it and hide it from her grand kids and pretend it wasn’t there, hoping they never found it by accident? Or would she teach them how dangerous water can be? Wouldn’t she have a set of strict rules that form the foundation of safe pool use for everyone? Would she teach them how to be confident, strong swimmers and keep watch over those who are too small to swim? Would she be there with them while they swim? Drowning is very common here in Las Vegas. We’re coming into the Drowning Season about now. We’ll see news stories of a large family gathering and a toddler drowning at a crowded party with 20 people close enough to reach. But no one to save the child because the adults are careless and don’t pay attention. Drowning is very quiet. You can’t scream when you’re under water. By the time the kid sinks under water and is discovered, it’s probably too late. The right thing to do is to teach them about the dangers to themselves and others who don’t know how to swim.

How much more than with a hand gun? Education, exposure, repetition and training works with gun ownership the way it works with a swimming pool. All in all, she was very receptive to me as I spoke. I don’t know how she feels about the idea of personal gun ownership, but at least she has a different perspective on guns and no longer holds erroneous views about gun shows and the people who own guns… I think. After talking with her I went looking for a drinking fountain. I was thirsty and did NOT want to pay $3.00 for a 16oz bottle of water. Stupid. So I went walking around the entire casino floor and hotel trying to find a drinking fountain. Never found one. And no one said anything to me about the gun on my hip. Oh! I almost forgot. As my daughter and I left the casino after 10:30pm, there was a large yellow sign with black lettering placed at the entrance telling everyone to have all firearms cased and unloaded before entering the casino. The sign was not there when we arrived about 5pm that afternoon. Hmmmm…..

Israel means wrestle with God. So I do.