On Such Things A Life Turns.

Thirty years ago this week I was trying to enlist in the United States Navy. I’d graduated college and finished the 999th interview with a corporation that wanted me to do some really rotten job that held as much interest as – well, you get the picture. Anyway, the Navy had what I wanted – I wanted to be a Cryptologic Technician. The Navy? Not so much. After all, who needs some clown that speaks Arabic.

The October 23rd bombing of the Marine Barracks in Beirut changed the picture. The morning after the bombing a recruiter I’d been working with called me and said, “So, let me get this right, you speak Arabic?” Yes. And the race was on to get me in and get me enlisted. I’d gone from a candidate of no interest to the hottest commodity in the universe in the span of 24 hours. USMC_logo

The reason for their disdain was simple: The Soviets were the main threat. Arabs and Arabic were a sideshow at best. I didn’t want to take Russian so they wouldn’t take me and send me through the schools. When the Marines were killed that all changed.

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The blasts (the French were hit the same day, 10 minutes later) were among the first really big terror attacks against the west by Iranian suicide bombers and their cousins from the factions in Lebanon. There is a strong debate to this day about the merits and wisdom of putting Marines in the midst of the Lebanese Civil War, but that is not the point of today’s blog.

Today I ask you to pray for our military around the world. Offer up a prayer for the victims of Beirut. And remember those who not only gave their lives that day but survived the blast. I had the honor of serving with some of the survivors. Fine men. Brave men. Men who wanted payback for their Marine brothers who died in the blast. I understand. I think many of you will as well.

But today, simply pray.

Flash Fiction Rides Again.

Two weeks ago we (the royal “we”) had our first Flash Fiction release on the blog. It went well. Good feedback, lots of fun to write. So this week we’re doing it again.

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I changed the rules. I simply asked a coworker for three pieces of information: an object, a place, a movie. They gave me handgun, San Francisco, The Matrix.

Forty-one minutes later we had the story. Here are the first three paragraphs. If you’d like to read the whole thing, be a subscriber no later than Wednesday at noon. The email with all of the story will go out only to subscribers on Thursday. Subscription is free, sign up on the right – and please make sure you hit your email and confirm that you wish to subscribe. Unless you reply to my email you will not be getting the fiction starting next week.

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Eunice stood her ground. The sounds of ABBA singing Ring Ring filled her head. She knew it was a trick to get her to lose her focus. The men, at least they looked like men, were just at the edge of her vision. They were trying to distract her and make her drop the .357 she held clutched in her left hand.

Fog swirled around her in a gentle embrace. The temperature was lower than she’d anticipated when she’d parked her car at the Presidio Park and walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge. It had to be twenty degrees colder out over the open water of the bay. She felt stupid for not remembering that – but the controllers made her forget things all the time. That seemed to be their job in this corner of the game. Make her do stupid things, hurt her, and make mistakes that called attention to her behavior.

Oh, they were clever. They’d cost her the last job with their plots. Her coworkers had complained to the owners about her conversations with them. How they missed what was going on baffled her at the time. Then it became clear: the controllers didn’t just control her; they were working on her coworkers and turning them against her.

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Child Murder Is A “Deal With It Now” Subject.

It’s Not Always Christmas For children. And child abuse is nothing that this Santa can endure.

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In the past few weeks there has been an additional focus on child abuse because of the death of Adrian Peterson’s 2 year old son. What the media isn’t talking about is the fact that the crime takes place every day. Year in, year out, children are murdered in this country.

I’m not talking about any veiled concept – this is not about abortion. It’s about the alarming fact that thousands of children are murdered each year in abuse and neglect situations. Some small percentage of these deaths are attributable to mental illness on the part of the parent. Some parents, not many in terms of percentage, are mentally unable to process reality in the way most of us can. They do not understand the need for the child to be properly fed and nurtured. They do not grasp the concept that their child has different needs than the adult in the home – especially in terms of drug and alcohol consumption. And others, a very small number, do not understand the concept of human life. The child is of no more concern than a hamster or a puppy.

All of the instances noted above are cognitive problems that are recognized mental illness in adults. The thought process is biologically altered in some important way that prevents the person from fully grasping what it means to be a child – or to care for one.

There is another group of adults, a much larger group that has a different problem with children: they know better and don’t care. They blame children for their own failings and problems. They view children as an annoyance and a burden. They view children as fully responsible for their own actions at any age – and discipline them as though they were opponents in a bar fight. This group is the one that truly abuses children.

I’ll be writing more about Dragnet in the next few weeks. I’m in the midst of watching all the episodes on Netflix. One of them hit home harder than most. It was an episode about child abuse. Whether or not you like Jack Webb, or the acting on his shows, the lead in this episode was a young mother who had an abused child. She had chosen her husband over the child. In many ways the story is right on the money based on my personal experiences, limited though they may be. You’ll find the episode here for you to watch on Hulu.com once I’m done with my point.

The reality is that children under their teen years will almost never self-report the crime. They don’t understand what’s happening, they are ashamed of what’s being done to them, or they are so afraid of the punishment if the confide in an adult that they keep their silence. You, the neighbor, Santa on the chair at the mall, teacher, or clerk at the grocery store are the one who must act. You are that child’s guardian when no other will stand in their defense.

I’m not encouraging you to jump in the midst of a parent and a child in public. That’ll likely get you in trouble with the law yourself. What I’m asking is that if you see something wrong that you contact the authorities. Take a video on your cell phone, snap a picture of the people, take down the license plate, or make the call right then and there while they are in front of you. If the child is in imminent danger of harm you must act. Some, a small number, will need to intercede directly. I know that scares you but if someone is hitting a toddler in the face or jerking on their arm so hard as to dislocate, don’t you have an obligation to act? Don’t you, as a child of God, have an obligation to take care of the least among us?

Here’s the episode. Think about what I’ve talked about today. The life you save will make it all worth while.

The episode is called “The Little Victim.”

Sponsorship Sunday – Week Twenty-Four – Frolitho

I’m getting to love this weekly event more than the rest of the blog. Because in your actions you’re showing the love that God has for all of us. You, the readers of this blog, have taken on the roll of being the hands and feet of Jesus for these children. Sponsorships are up each time I check the board. Thanks be to God. And you.

I feel very strongly as I pray for this young boy that someone is going to sponsor him this week. Never felt that before, but it crashed down on me as I was looking at his picture and praying for him. Let’s make that a reality.

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This week’s child is: Frolitho. We have the same talent – eating!

Frolitho

Frolitho

Frolitho is a funny boy who claims eating as his special talent! Frolitho and his brothers, Shadley and Dudely are grateful to be living together at Grace Village. When he grows up, Frolitho would like to become a pastor so that he can help people and tell them about God. Frolitho has the goal of owning a bicycle some day. Frolitho’s prayer request is for God’s protection over his family.

Frolitho came to Healing Haiti in July, 2008. Frolitho and his siblings, Shadley and Dudely, were abandoned by their parents because they could not care for them.

Birth Info
Birthdate: June 25, 2001
Place of Birth: Tabarre, Haiti

It is my hope that one of you will find your heart touched by this child and take up a bit of Christ’s work by sponsoring them for an extended period. My wife and I are sponsoring a pair of sisters and we took on the commitment based on having to only gave up a fast-food dinner each day to change the life of a child. God came through with a very lucrative bit of voice over work for me that covered the bill that same day, but it really is as easy as skipping a value meal. Healing Haiti will do the right things for these children and I have full confidence in their work. I am not affiliated with them, they don’t endorse this blog, nothing like that at all. I just love kids (can’t be Santa and not love children) and know that Grace Village is the difference between life and death for many of these children. Please open your heart and prayerfully reflect on the opportunity God’s giving us to sponsor these children. Some of them have come out of slavery and have some of the toughest lives you could imagine prior to Grace Village.

Just click the link and it will take you directly to the page where you can sponsor this week’s child. And if God is particularly good and that child is sponsored when you get there, please grab another smiling face and change their life instead. My goal is to put Sponsorship Sunday out of business as quickly as possible and take that day off each week. Thank you. God bless you for your generosity.

Friday Frolics – Another Lightweight Post To Amuse The Blogger.

I’m having way too much fun this week on this blog. And since we started things out heavy, we’re going to finish them up with some silly. And some music. And not a moment too soon.

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Let’s start with Monty Python and the skit Non-Illegal Robbery.

Silly has now been covered. On to the music. A dose of Michael Jackson in his prime. Billie Jean. (Dude, what happened? You were so amazing.)

You all know me too well. Yes, there is a heavy metal cover of Billie Jean by ToXic V & Stick It Out. Have at it and see you Monday.