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The True Social Conscience of the End is All about GOD and His TRUTH, not Formal "religion"

Posted on October 31, 2012 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

The True Social Conscience of the End is All about

GOD and His TRUTH, not about the Majority and

Formal "religions" of the World

(How Many Today Are Living Lying Lives of Sleepy Complacency?)


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How may today are living lies of complacency, making IDOLS out of their JOBS (while unemployment is rampant), or of CARS, HOBBIES, CHILDREN, PARENTS, FAMILY, COLLEGE, WORK FRIENDS, AND IDEAL, THERE DOGMA, etc. Whatever the Idol, SELF is at the center, and the social conscience that views the world at best, nominally accepting what the government medias say, or worse --- is DEAD because the life is corralled in an ignorance of/or denial of the fact that this world is being shaken and all that in is in it.

Marshall law and a bold POLICE STATE is just on the horizon as the NWO is arriving with Obama, the dictator/tyrannt president of the Fallen USA (U.S.S.A), now the globalist leader in Anarchy and Socialism unto Facism. Rome is behind it all, but few want to believe that she has a plan to rule the world again. On the near horizon is a return to the medivial ages. Facism ruled then, it will rule again.

Rationing is coming. A government controlling everyone who wil be; and for those who won't be controlled, RESISTENCE will be the only recourse. And there will be two types of resistence coming from those who haev a social conscience that is enlightened by God.

1) There will be violent, physical resistence. RIOTS such has we have seen in Asia and Europe; Greece and Spain, Lybia, and others, will begin to break out in Amerika. So there will be those who will use both within the population, and by the government.

2) There will be passive resistence, in particular, by Christians who are Christians in truth and indeed. These will find their strength in the knowledge of God, security and strength in his presense, and will resist unto blood (even death) striving against sin personified in the evil men who will be set in place as society crumbles. "As a roaring lion, and a ranging bear; so is a wicked ruler over the poor people." Proverbs 28:15 "If a ruler hearken to lies, all his servants are wicked." Proverbs 29:12 "For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them." Ecclesiastes 9:12  

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What I would like to know is if anyone reading this has a spiritual social conscience born of the true God and His Word? Do you consider how this world is falling rapidly apart, or are you out of touch with real news and reality? Do you have any knowledge that the Bible prophecies of the end are at hand? Do you know what they really are, or do are you holding to false theories of what is to happen, such as the rapture, or the Catholic and Apostate Protestant (false prophet) versions of the coming of a new age, of spiritual and economic prosperity, or the "rapture," that the to take the "mark of the beast" is what you should do when it is enforced upon the whole world? Do you realize that the internet is the last Bastion of 1st amendment rights and freedom of speech? Do you know that the GOVERNMENT runs all the medias? (And only permits so much of the truth out even on the internet?)

What would you think if I told you that the 7 last plagues have been on the earth for 7 years already and that we are in the final hours of this planet's history before it is destroyed by NUCLEAR (and other) fire? "For by fire and by his sword (his WORD) will the LORD plead with all flesh: and the slain of the LORD shall be many.Isaiah 66:16 "Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his fury is poured out like fire, and the rocks are thrown down by him.Nahum 1:6 "Neither their silver nor their gold shall be able to deliver them in the day of the LORD'S wrath; but the whole land (earth) shall be devoured by the fire of his jealousy: for he shall make even a speedy riddance of all them that dwell in the land (earth)." Zephaniah 1:18. "Therefore wait ye upon me, saith the LORD, until the day that I rise up to the prey: for my determination is to gather the nations, that I may assemble the kingdoms, to pour upon them mine indignation, even all my fierce anger: for all the earth shall be devoured with the fire of my jealousy." Zephaniah 3:8 Will you now place me on a "terrorist" list because I am telling you the truth of what God's Word says? Would you call an DHS or CIA or FBI agent? Would you contact the White House? Would you call the Police? What are you going to do with all those fears you suppress and those truths you purposely deny? How many in this world are in total ignorance or are choosing to DENY what I am repeating in God's Word? Thousands, millions, are living that way --- lives of status quoism and normalcy biases, where DENIAL of the evil spreading it's net upon the earth is a way of life and that GOD is some FORM of passive forgetfulness of him and a planet falling apart; where everyday ignorance of world events in economics, in the earth's geography, ecosphere, the social spheres, in the political arena, in religious circles, and all other professions of life, are lost upon the mind, and a blind stupor controls the thoughts through TV, the Internet, other electronic devices; and a mere fleshly existence of living for "the lust of the flesh" dominates; where all the thoughts are only continually evil and GOD and his great holiness and purity and granduer are completely lost upon the mind and heart; and men have forgotten their Creator and "the evil days" have come. (Ecclesiasties 12:1)

You who are of the MINORITY on the planet that "have ears to listen" have only one recourse, CONSTANT CONTINUAL PRAYER WITHOUT CEASING; did into God's Word as you have never have, for the Scriptures will be the only Source of solace you will find as we head towards "the great day of the LORD" Zephaniah 1:14 PRAY, Pray, pray God's Word back to him in obedience!


"Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD'S anger." Zephaniah 2:3 (Key word = hid) "They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones." (Psalms 83:3) Who ARE these "hidden ones"? They are "the remnant of Israel" (Zephaniah 3:12,13) They have "power with God and with men and prevail (conquer). (Genesis 32:2) They received so much POWER with God that their names (characters) have been transformed (changed). (Genesis 35:10) [Jacob became Israel] Their God is the "GOD of Israel" (Mt 15:31) This is not speaking of the "God of Israel"..."after the flesh" (1 Co 10:18) but the "God of Israel" "after the spirit." (Ro 8:1) (As we shall soon see.)

These have no earthly denomination , for they are entirely spiritually conformed to the Word of God, and know "The Lord our God is ONE LORD." (Mk 12:29). They have no earthy KING or Prime Minister, but kow "the son of GOD" ---- Jesus, the christ, is "the King of Israel." (John 1:49)

[Acts 2:22-40:  "Ye men of Israel, hear these words; Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know: Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God, ye have taken, and by wicked hands have crucified and slain: Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it. For David speaketh concerning him, I foresaw the Lord always before my face, for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved: Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope: Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance. Men and brethren, let me freely speak unto you of the patriarch David, that he is both dead and buried, and his sepulchre is with us unto this day.  Therefore being a prophet, and knowing that God had sworn with an oath to him, that of the fruit of his loins, according to the flesh, he would raise up Christ to sit on his throne; He seeing this before spake of the resurrection of Christ, that his soul was not left in hell, neither his flesh did see corruption. This Jesus hath God raised up, whereof we all are witnesses. Therefore being by the right hand of God exalted, and having received of the Father the promise of the Holy Ghost, he hath shed forth this, which ye now see and hear. For David is not ascended into the heavens: but he saith himself, The LORD said unto my Lord, Sit thou on my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool. Therefore let all the house of Israel know assuredly, that God hath made that same Jesus, whom ye have crucified, both Lord and Christ. Now when they heard this, they were pricked in their heart, and said unto Peter and to the rest of the apostles, Men and brethren, what shall we do? Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call. And with many other words did he testify and exhort, saying, Save yourselves from this untoward generation." Notice that the "Men of Israel" are here addressed in the days of Christ. Who were they? The Jewish Nation of then. Today, the "Israel of God" is not in anyway the Nation of the Jews over in the Middle East!

Are you one of the "many as the Lord our God SHALL CALL?" Are you among this people "called out" "of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues?" (Rev 7:9) "And it shall come to pass, that in the place where it was said unto them, Ye are not my people; there shall they be called the children of the living God. Esaias also crieth concerning Israel, Though the number of the children of Israel be as the sand of the sea, a remnant shall be saved." Romans 9:26,27 If you are one of the "called out" ones mentioned here Today , then "Save yourselves from this untoward (crooked, last) Generation!"

"Men of Israel," and ye (nations, ye gentiles) that FEAR (love and respect) GOD, Give Audience!


"Not as though the word of God hath taken none effect. For they are not all Israel, which are of Israel: ...They which are the children of the flesh, these are not the children of God: but the children of the promise are counted for the seed." (Romans 9:6-8) What or who is the "seed"? Jesus, the christ, is "the seed!" (Gal 3:16) But from him comes at the end of time another, "remnant" seed.  "Esaias also crieth concerning Israel, Though the number of the children of Israel be as the sand of the sea, a remnant (seed) shall be saved: For he will finish the work, and cut it short in righteousness: because a short work will the Lord make upon the earth." (Romans 9:27-8) (See Isaiah 1:9 also, where "remnant" = "seed.")

Are YOU of this "remnant" seed? THEY "at this present time" are the "remnant according to the election of grace." (Romans 11:5)

What happened to "Israel after the flesh?" "They stumbled at that stumblingstone (the christ)...and became a NATION of "disobedient and gainsaying people." Romans 9:36/10:21

Today most believe Israel, the NATION over in the middle east, are "the ISRAEL of GOD." But this is not true, for "the Israel of God" at the end of time are not a geographically denominated people, but a purely spiritual people "cut out" from all over the world to form God's "invisible church"; (Including faithful converted to Christ Jews!), for as Christ himself said "the kingdom of God cometh not with OUTWARD show (observance)...but is "within you," that is, within the hearts of all those who LOVE GOD and have "the righteousness which is of the law (of God)" and by God's indwelling grace "doeth those things (living) by them...for the law is not of faith: but the man that doeth them (DO THE COMMANDMENTS) shall live IN THEM,...for the JUST SHALL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 10:5 with Galatians 3:12,11)


The Election of Grace (Romans 11:5,7,28) is what determines WHO are "the Israel of God" --- not fleshly formal heritage in the world, nor by a supposed virtue of a denominated land, or because one is by genetic heritage a Jew! The RULE OF CHRIST AND HIM CRUCIFIED is the spiritual walk of a "new creature (or creation) Christ: as it is written, "as many as walk according to this RULE (axiom, principle, law of God), peace be on them, and mercy UPON THE ISRAEL OF GOD." Galatians 6:16-14.



Ponder, Mourn, the Haitian Earthquake

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 11:52 PM Comments comments (0)

                              Haiti’s crying wind blew in yesterday,

                              and un-nerved the souls of America;

                              and blew right thru my own heart-way.


                              Across the blasted rusty mill creek it fell —

                              A tree: already dead, the wind ‘snapped,’

                              and lay it’s splintered torso FLAT.


                              All day each leaden hued face I met,

                              was stunned in look and tones of grief.

                              What else can be said in so sad regret?

                              O pray for the living Haitian’s relief.


                              Tens of thousands of souls are dead,

                              and tens of thousands more  ‘sigh’

                              and ask— “O GOD! Are you dead?!”

                              (How sad to thus mournfully cry!)


                              A tree, if green, stands head erect.

                              It drives it’s limbs heaven-ward,

                              as if light from above calls to direct.

                              A man is a tree, and green—if he elects,

                              but his choices own him and are free.

                              Overall, heaven wills (or not) to intersect.

                             Given to all is the willful choice that’s free.

                              There a man finds his rightful person,

                              and finds equal the STAND of other trees,

                              where most agree God’s “no respecter of person.”

                              So, heaven must judge the ‘created,’

                              and we all (for yea or nay) will agree

                              until ‘sin’ be no more respected,

                              and GOD be seen AS GOD,

                              when all eyes HIM will see.

                              For now one must ponder the dilemma.

                              Was Haite already the deadened tree?

                              So, when her splintered torso lay flat,

                              By the crying wind of yesterday’s deed

                              she answered to her mournful lying rap—

                              “O GOD! You are really dead!”

                              (They awayed His grace, tis the cold-hard fact.)

                              Ponder the thought I’ve now just penned.

                              How many trees snapped before God

                              in that yesterday’s cause of wind

                              — and were they already ‘snapped’—

                              splintered torsos because already dead?!

                              And how many Christians today stand like that—

                              Dead trees, already dead, ready to snap,

                              when the crying wind comes to blow?

                              Who can really really know?

                              The thought is in my own lap.

                              A thought, an idea, can be a tree, but it too

                              Can be already dead, and ‘snapped,’

                              Laying ‘it’s splintered torso flat,’

                              Hence a meaningful image of two

                             (or more, if you’ll think about that.)    


The Otherside of Tomorrow

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 11:08 PM Comments comments (0)

The Otherside of Tomorrow

          What is on the other-side of tomorrow’s edgeless frames

          When recon’d in heart or mind, even unto a soulful disdain,

          As life in its glory grinds down with joyless pain,

          Only those gripped in silent depression must need refrain.

          For on the other-side of tomorrow’s hidden-away views

          We watch the hopes of precious things hearkening to renew

          As death and its disturb-less sleep rises high above the main

          Only these looking faith-wise are poised, divinely sustained.

          But if what is on the other-side of the morrow’s transcend

          We loose all we see or not to mortally defend

          As “dust we are and dust we shall return” (to end)

          And only these “at peace with God” can soulfully remand.

          So patient-await this long other-side of tomorrow’s row

          We cannot ‘one man alone’ his soul save from the foe —

          And it is the mind of a suffering one alone know tis so

          For God himself can alone decide the end of any soul.

          What’s on the other-side of tomorrow’s near-future day

          As we roll the burdens up and down life’s roughened freeway

          Cannot at all end the soul’s repose from God’s eternal rays

          Which gladden the hearts and minds of these he wills away!

          But if on the other-side of the morrow’s edgeless frames

          We beacon all lights and hear the soundful, joyful arrays,

          And find all darkness, clouds, and greys have passed away,

          Then Rejoice! Sing and Praise God the more!

                                        For comes the Eternal Day!  

Romans 14:8,7,9    


The *Stoicism of Mr. Sherwood

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 10:41 PM Comments comments (0)

The *Stoicism of Mr. Sherwood

That pert little rhyme you so seamlessly quoted the other day...

It awakened in my heart something neat, something charming,

A remembrance of another more nobler age, a generation away.

[One I will never know...but will forever admire—{97 days of years)

How often I see your chalked words on the old slated blackboard,

I could see in my mind’s eye your life riding on them now.

Words remembering an era of God’s good moral sage.

[I wish my past could speak so simply eloquently today.]

That chalk held by strong rustic hands sketched words,

which spelled out an assemblage of “wit” to be etched

in your mind until the days of your last transparent recitals.

[I wish I prompted you these last days to recite them still more!]

Memory, the crowded hall where hangs our lives there...

There, you left your self, so many artifacts, so many thoughts.

This passing now, this silence now, it brings them all alive.

[Good and bad. Lord, forgive us all—even you.]

We see your seemingly indifferent face, that penetrating stoical front,

Where a kaleidoscope of hidden emotions and more living visages

Lived almost a generation of expressions of love.

[How could our eyes have been so blind!]

I was just a wandering young man when I met you, a stable old goat.

I grieve just now. Because you are gone. Here’s my thought’s sum.

I ponder about you in a vastly different light, I see new things to note.

[I can only imagine the gem that you were when young.]

Only the loved ones who raised you (and you them) tell the story

Of what a father you were in an age when true Fatherhood was dying.

For there’s an alpha and omega, parts of this story still to quarry.

And if all could tell their part, would the pages of this rhyme tell all?

There’s a beginning that few know to tell or even remember!

After all, you’re a man who made it to the end of a generation.

Could that have been sad to you, Mr. Sherwood? Never will there be another.

[Even though your legacy leaves us with Don Sherwood to remember.]

I’ve had to ask my self the question: when Mr. Sherwood died,

Did he very much despair, did he at all despond, was he depressed?

I am just now, to say the least, depressed. And how thus?

By this touching of my feelings while you are at rest.

We all know that part of you is now returned to dust, and

We also know that part of you has returned to God

Is this thus, your own stoical way, once again?

[I laugh Mr. Sherwood, because I know you would too.]

We seek to understand our selves without our Don.

But is it possible? No. Not until we meet him again.

When that happy day arrives and we can meet the man,

We ought to have appreciated more then when here,

save for that stoical face, which I enjoyed the task

of seeking ways and means to gently harass.

[He did love me for my “wit” as much as his was greater.]

That was the way I understood how to love you Don.

I hope that it didn’t offend you. I don’t think it did.

Because you smiled a lot. I even got you to laugh!

Yes, I’m very sober now Mr. Sherwood.

I’ve never been more sober in my life.

You taught me something, this schoolroom clown

could never learn in school, nor through all this life thus far.

No, you had to be the one to do it and in the doing you had to do it by your death

You taught me that life is something pretty serious to take.

It showed me that we only get one.

And whether we are stoical or not, it makes neither one the difference.

[“What difference does it make”? He used to say.]

What is the most important thing is the greatest of all gifts.

For you taught me how to love {even those who they say “can’t be loved”}.

Now those who know me, might think I am exaggerating what I am saying.

I’d say to you, you need to meet Mr. Brice Hamilton.

Maybe in the world to come you will.

Brice was another of another “generation” past who did the same things for me.

He taught me how to love.

Brice had Parkinson’s Disease.

He was bed ridden.

I had to tube feed him.

I manually lifted him into his wheel chair.

I felt his aging body.

I physically braced him in his shower.

There he could get clean from the nights “messes”.

This was a struggle for us.

For Brice was paralyzed all over.

Even in his face.

But Brice did have a face. And older wiser face that had seen much.

The lines on his skin you’d never have a life time to read.

It was expressionless, but not. [Listen] Usually motionless, he was. Always stark. Even

“stoical”.Except for those eyes. The eyes of Brice Hamilton could speak a thousand verses and more while his face wouldn’t move one bit.

What is a soul?

And what is the light of it?

It is the eye.

So you see, I have had experiences in life.

I being young, learned early how to see in the life of the elderly

by looking not at their bodies or their faces, but into there eyes.

Mr. Sherwood’s death is followed by my flesh and blood aunt Pam,

who went on after my Grandmother, who went on after my own flesh and blood grandfather.

I loved them all.

Yet, in a special way, I loved Mr. Sherwood.

When my “own” gramps died it was hard.

I had to help “put him away.” His mind went.

But then it seemed like God put Mr. Sherwood into my life.

In many ways he became my second grandfather.

I liked that.

Thank you Mr. Sherwood for you brand of “stoicalness”.

Thank you for showing me your love in so many ways.

Thank you above all, for helping me to become more sober, and more loving.

Some of the stoic was from his generation;

some from his family;

some he grew himself;

but never enough to keep out those who really wanted to know him.

He is much blessed now, where he is, resting...

And he is much missed.

*[Mr. Sherwood was a “Stoical” person, which supposedly means: not affected by or showing passion or feeling; “firmly resisting response or pain or distress.”—insensibility, sufferance, disinterest, philosophy, ethics, abstemiousness. I don’t think all of this fit him proper like a glove; for there was a softness beneath all that frontage. He was one of the most interesting characters I have ever met. He breathed the essence of another era, a simpler time when men were men and could take time to be men without all the distractions and technological junk these end times spawn like so many fish eggs to be eaten by the most impulsive and/or hungry coinsure of the finer tastes of the dainties of fools who know not what they are about but are sure to be about it with all the vim and vigor of a sailor on leave after months of ocean doldrums.]

My Tribute To Bryce Hamilton

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 10:38 PM Comments comments (0)


(A Farewell Repose By a Nursing Aide who is about to depart from the Service of a Fellow he has grown quite attached to, and through whom he has learned much about life in the midst of silent heart-aches and obvious suffering)                                                  


    Bryce Hamilton is 86. Bryce has Parkinson’s Disease, a neurological disorder that is

progressively degenerative. Bryce has had P.D. for over 20 years. It had a subtle onset, but

then became more obvious to onlookers and more embarrassing to Bryce.

    Bryce was a brilliant lawyer until he had to retire from his law firm because of increasing

tremors, shaky hands, and difficulty walking.

    At the least, P.D. is a most humbling disease. Those (such as Bryce) who have chosen

to brave it’s disabling effects, in time become indeed, very humble and very dependent upon

others, yet very kind and appreciative of the help they receive.

    Within the last year P.D. has taken more serious toll upon Bryce. His limbs have become

increasingly rigid. There are more tremors. His muscles lapse into spasms in differing degrees

from day to day. Sometimes I have to physically hold his hands in order to calm down his


    When Bryce smiles, his poker face stretches his facial muscles (which have long ceased

to operate correctly) and causes him to create something like the face of a joyous Picasso

portrait. Those are times of special reward for me, especially when I know that I was

responsible for exciting his humor.

    Some may say that when Bryce smiles it’s a distortion of who he is. I don’t think so. To

me it’s a shining moment revealing a touch of all humanity, even the spirit of life. To me it’s

an experience in the discovery of what it means to appreciate a living soul. When Bryce smiles

he reminds us of the beauty of vulnerable mankind.

    I serve Bryce in ways he can no longer serve himself. Yet, together we’ve formed an

independent “co-op” where few people (except those who know and/or serve Bryce) come.

    There are Mr. Pino and Elaine — faithful fellow caretakers whom I’ve seen sacrificing

time and energy for the love of Bryce. Then there is Mrs. Hamilton — with time and space so

limited as to detract more words from this print, and intellect too small to exercise a fair

tribute to, I see myself as insufficient and incapable of praising her devotion to her husband

in his affliction — a truly rare and exceptional woman.

    Bryce needs us, and we need him. Moreover, as “iron sharpens iron; so a man sharpens

the countenance of his friend” (Proverbs 27:17). Bryce is my friend. I need him and he needs

me. I help him out of bed in the morning when his body seems to be crying, “No! I don’t want

to get out of bed!” I help him get to the toilet, I dress him, I feed him, I brush his teeth. I talk

to him and kid with him and joke with him and argue with him (when I know he’s wrong and

he knows I know he’s wrong).

    Bryce and I have had our moments. At times I’ve stepped on his toes by mistake while

trying to clean his teeth. When I have, he usually gets all gruffy, but then in the same instant,

as I ask him to forgive me, his face reverses order and he paints a smile. Then he mumbles the

jesting reassurance that he won’t “sue” me! (I tell him that I’ll call my “lawyer” in the morning).

    Bryce has some nice dress shirts. I have “faked” trying to “buy” some from him. It’s a

game we play together in order to help stimulate him mentally. He thins I’m serious (I think).

So far, I’ve managed to get him up to $7.00 plus a “horse” for one of his most prized shirts. (I

need to find out what kind of horse. They’re so expensive! I wonder if the retirement center

could handle this!)

    I love Bryce. He’s special to me. He has a gleam in his eye few take the time to look for.

It’s hidden, beyond, there in the dark of his eyes. To find it, the light of one’s own eyes must

pass the obstacles surrounding Bryce: his rigid limbs, his poker face, his trembling hands, and

finally, eyes that at first “seem” to say, “I’m not here...go away.”

    They don’t really say “go away” if one’s willing to take the time to look (to communicate

with him with your eyes). He really is there, and he’d probably admit it if you could corner him

on the subject. (Sometimes the private secrets he alone knows cause him to be evasive, acting

like you’re not even there with him. Yet, he knows. You can tell he does. Yes, he knows.) It’s

just that Bryce needs to take a lot of naps. He rests in his mind. Sometimes he naps with his

eyes closed. Sometimes, yes, even open, while you’re talking or looking at him. That’s when to

some it looks like he’s not at home. But, you now, I know {and others know} that he really IS

HOME. It’s sad that so few people understand.

    It’s amazing to me to think that I’ve discovered the genius of a man’s soul in Bryce

Hamilton. Bryce has Parkinson’s Disease. Some think that this makes him less than a man.

I don’t think so. The world might think otherwise, but what does the world know anyway?!!

(Wait a minute, isn’t the world YOU AND ME?)

    The world rarely looks into Bryce’s eyes in order to search out meaning. It just see’s the

shell, seldom the soul, the character, the man. The world seems to pass the Bryce Hamilton’s

by unnoticed. And when called o accountability, it’s “countenance” falls and cries out in the

angry heat of a cornered, guilty conscience, “Am I my brother’s keeper?!!!” Strange think

though, Bryce notices the world around him. His very being seems to cry out “Yes....AM I MY

BROTHER’S KEEPER...and I’d DO IT if I could, darn it!!!” He has sensitivity, a knowing, few

with “acceptable” shells have.

    It makes me wonder how many shells are passed up by the world each hour of the day

in the lives of other shells. Think about it. Plain shells, speckled shells, thin shells, thick

shells, hard shells, new and old shells, every kind of shell of a human being; yet each with so

tender a soul beneath —and a spirit within.

    Never had a soul like this man called Bryce Hamilton. I love Bryce because he’s been a

special lesson in humanity for me. It would seem like God sent me to Bryce. Or rather, Bryce

was a gift sent to me. It matters not, what the status of the existence of the gift—it’s a precious

soul anyway it is wrapped, regardless of the “shell.” To me this is a gift worth treasuring for as

long as I live.

    That gleam in Bryce’s eyes—perhaps it’s God’s love beaming between us like a stream

of light—one light tower answering to another—the life of God himself perhaps, poised between

two soulful shells, one gift illuminating the other.

    I love Bryce Hamilton and I will always remember him. For as long as I live I’ll see the

worth of a soul in every man I meet. I’ll remember the light of life between Bryce and myself

as we share each other amidst the vast sea of shells upon the shore of humanities apparent

silent indifference.

    As I part and go on my way, I leave this tribute to Bryce Leeland Hamilton. (In memory

of my time with Bryce.)

       “To him that hath ears to hear...”

       They say (Whoever ‘they’ are),

       that beauty is in the eyes of

       the beholder. So the question is,

       dear friend, dear reader—

       where do YOU look? ‘God is love’...

       Behold HIS eyes in your fellow man.

       Answer the question, to yourself, lest

       you err to perceive and fail of entering

       into the love and life of God.


Hurts and Pains

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Dear friend,                                                                Written around 1985-86

    On many occasions I have perceived in your spirit a hurt or pain, and on as m any times my heart has gone out to that hurt or pain.

    “Lord,” I would say silently inside and pray, “have I hurt or pained this friend of mine in any way that she would have hurt or pain in her spirit when I look into the eyes of this friend of mine?”

    And Jesus said to me softly, “My child, silence is not love’s medium for hurt and pain. It needs to be expressed through tearful words that say, ‘yes, I’m sorry, I did not understand, but I know you hurt, you do have pain. I have felt with you in your hurt and pain. But, friend, there is One who has not only had hurt and pain as we have had hurt and pain, but has also

understood the WHY of hurt and pain. And because He came and took on hurt and pain, and understood the why greater than we can or could, He also gave to us a great gift for understanding—for what we are to do with hurt and pain is a very good question. But, the answer to this very good  question is the WHY he came; to heal our hurts and pains and to show us how to heal each other’s hurts and pains; for so many hurts and pains come between us as we do live in a world of hurt and pain.’“

    And as the Lord’s voice became the heart melted as I thought about these words and how they ought to be said. And I cried in my eyes and said in my self that that’s what should be ought next time I’d look into the eyes that say “hurt and pain.”

    And I sat quietly for a while as some time went by as time surely does, and then I sighed a very deep sigh did I, and I had this thought did I: if we can so sense these hurts and pains, how much more easily did Jesus sense hurt and pains, when HE stared up to heaven, then bowed his head downward, and as he closed his eyes finally—because of hurts and pains.


Written in Lincoln, Nebraska in a “relationship theology” class 1984. [Later on, I  discovered that this unusual “self-reflecting” class introduced several false sentiments of the counterfeit “grace only” gospel which all the evangelicals teach, as well as the Catholic cult. The course book we read, which the whole class was based on, was a “new theology” right out of Babylon’s corrupting religious “universities.” It did not teach at all the fact that we are accountable, and every person is accountable [to the One True God] [and at all times their fellow men] for SIN, which is the cause of all “hurt and pains.” Instead of relieving the burden of sin, this class in one very large way taught that whatever “pains of hurts” we or others have, SIN has nought to do with it. “Sin is the transgression of the law of God.” [1 John 3:4] Thus, it taught an inward sentiment leading to a false kind of “ministry”—a ministry of covering sin, instead of exposing it so the “hurt and pain” sin causes can be also dealt with, and so pain can be stopped and hurt healed. To deal with “pain and hurt”, “sorrow and death,” etc, without pointing to the ultimate remedy in a very clear and BIBLICAL way [via Christ’s love through his name and atoning blood] is to lead one ONWARD in the paths of the shadow death and to death itself. Therein, there is only but “hurts and pains.” Comment 12/2006

Sky Blue Walls, Prison Walls, & A Green Chalkboard

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Sky blue walls pull the light of the sun in through the two large rectangular windows and enliven the room. The windows each have two sections which open to let fresh air into an otherwise very stuffy class room, especially when the heavy walnut stained door is closed. Another feature of prominence are the bars in the windows. Each separate window has five horizontal bars and eleven vertical bars which from an iron grid. This is the education floor. I suppose that this is an observation which teaches much about being in college at prison. Everywhere you go you are reminded of the freedom of the outside by the mocking appearances

of bars of iron. Yet somehow, even up in WR121, because I’m free to choose, free to express myself, free to see joy in sky blue walls and iron bars which frame the same veritable reality of that “blue sky,” I can be thankful for the experience of prison. It only makes me realize the that is in Christ. I see the large green chalkboard and am reminded of the mercy of God. In scriptures, green is always a symbol of God’s mercy. It’s interesting to see such a colossal representation or “symbol” of God’s mercy in such an unlikely place. Even the sky blue, regardless of whether it is within the boundary of the bars in the windows, or beyond in the

distant vista, is replete with symbolic meaning from a scriptural origin. Blue is God’s symbol for TRUTH. Amazing! A paradox even? Mercy embraces truth even in an unlikely place as Oregon State Pen! This is true education up on the education floor at this institution. Only with the help of the mind of Christ can you see such glory in something as simple as a green chalkboard and sky blue walls and bars. What we observe can be definite, positive object lessons which help us along our way no matter what the circumstance—even prison.

                                       Writing 121, 7/11/1991—OSP

Dear Lord, How Long This Grief?

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When I think of your life and how much you suffered, my mind becomes cloudy with self-abhorrence and yet at the same time I am filled with self-pity. O Lord God Almighty, deliver me from this torment. Make me to joy, yes, JOY in the suffering no matter how hard it may be. Even if every breath is one step toward death. Bring me to the gates of death, yea, to the gates of the shadow of death, yea to the very valley of the shadow of death, for my soul is parched, dry as the sand in the midst of the desert. For I know that afterwards thou shalt deliver me up to thy glorious mountain, yea thou shalt set me on high, even with wings like the mighty eagle. And then shall I know how it is to be as one with the Almighty, lifted up above all that is failing in this earth below. For as truly as thou art God, so are the myriads of celestial respondents watching over Thy children, yea even this child, and are resplendent with Joy, praising your Holy Name. Praise ye the LORD.

    O Lord my God, how long shall be this grief, this burden of soul anguish, for that which I know nothing of? My mind is hung, it is transfixed between the chasm, the great chasm of this your child’s SELF and THOU, O LORD GOD ALMIGHTY. Only the SINS of the whole world could be greater than

this weight. O my LORD, deliver me from the grief which beckons to steal THY GLORY, the GLORY that belongs only to THEE. Deliver me from this vessel called SELF. Transform the mind in me that is all too small for your MIND to possess. Enlarge my mind O God, My Saviour. Envelope and fill, break down and repair, and if at last replace this my mind so small, with solely yours—as ALL. And then shall I know how it is to be one with the ALMIGHTY. Then shall I understand as thy servants of old, what it means to possess, to live the eternal weight of GLORY, and see the reality of this light affliction. Yea Lord my God, what Faith is this that sees the invisible as enduring, and the visible as nothing? What glorious faith is this that stumbles not upon feelings, nor the spirits of fallen men? What faith is this that resides alone within the heart of one whose heart pulses with the Creator, the Redeemer of all things seen and unseen?  What faith, what glorious faith, is the faith of the one and only true God. What faith, yea what glorious faith.

    Let all the hosts of the universe bow before thy throne, O Lord, Our God. For in thee and in thee alone do we find our rest. In Thee alone do we find the only true rest for our souls. Though our bodies, so weak and frail, so defiled and weighty, do continually pull us to the black dirt of the ground from which we come; though pain and tears, sorrow and grief, beckon us to give up...still we try our hearts, we set them fast and pointed as arrows with the tips of diamonds towards THEE, the  only ONE who can satisfy our souls; for only THOU can save us. 

   When our hearts are overwhelmed, lead us to the ROCK that is higher than us, the God or our salvation. From the end of the earth will we cry unto thee, when our hearts are overwhelmed, lead us to the ROCK that is higher than we. For thou hast been a shelter for us, and a strong tower from the enemy. The Lord liveth; and blessed be our ROCK; and let the God of our salvation be exalted!


        Written the Summer before leaving for OREGON, June 24th 1988

What an I Holding On To? [My Issac?]

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Lord....what am I holding on to, what am I clinging to that you are wanting to burn away? What curiosity like the curiosity of a little child (rebellious) even that puts his hand on the hot burner just that much too long and burns his little finger? Excuse my unorthodoxy O’ God. O, maybe that is what is needing to be burned away. Am I like the child above who in his growth never does learn the lesson? It may be why these calloused hands, these tearful eyes so mournful be. My mind needs healing beyond my call or the help of those who handle with care in human flesh. Do I make any sense to you? Do you see this letter as I thoughtfully endeavor to use the brain you have given me to use? Sometimes I think that the very things which I write are nothing but nonsense and folly of the poorest literary joke. But it is written to you, and let the world so be as it may be for us both. I love thee, O God, though in the past few days, weeks, yes, even months, I have been wondering what you have been up to that you would be so silent with my soul. So I decided to write this...this so-called letter to God, hoping perhaps that there is some strange dealing in the spiritual world that goes beyond my vocal notes. If indeed the Word made flesh did put the world in orbit (AND THAT I BELIEVE WITH MORE RIGOR THAN THE DEVIL’S DO) then it can be for sure that my God can see these words so small as me. It was said in the law that there was more to a pilgrim’s walk as long as he lent his mind to Him above for more than the bending down in the water. I’m taxing my mind at this time, so I’ll come right to the point. It’s this extra step called the fire baptism that brings the Christian to a plain of existence with hope as hot. But it comes absorbing all that’s combustionable, and even unknowingly, but after the ashes are floating in the sky we see that the way we’ve taken is just right.

But this is painful no doubt I’ve found, but Lord, as we’ve understood it, it’s the only way to the crown. So, dear Lord....What is my Isaac? What is that “Isaac” you so long to slay? Me thinks that some days the enemy

blinds my mind but puts a hole large enough for him and small enough for you that all I can think is that I am not right with you. [THE ACCUSER OF THE BRETHREN!] Through his hole he tells me very largely that it’s

something big, so very big, that my only real hope is to GIVE UP ON YOU! He points me to my self and if I look too hard there I find reason to believe that snake who talks with me. Or greater still, he points me to my fleshly

pangs of this affliction’s thrusts, and goads me to no end. He sends me your word and tells me that so for my safety’s sake it must needs that I be condemned in the flesh or else I’ll be condemned with the world. His musings are hard and heavy to take and painful at many a time. And if it were not for that whispering hope that finds it’s way through your small hole —that I wouldn’t have a hope to get through. But what is Isaac, just what I beg, to cut it free at last. But I know O’ God, that it is not  me who does this operation. So what is the point of all this wordy thrashing? It comes to my mind in a very subtle way (and I think that the Devil would have me to think not of it) that the Isaac in me is nothing but SELF and all of his misery. The apostle Paul knew. O wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from this body of death? You O Lord, only You.

Written the Summer before leaving for OREGON, June 24th 1988

Sweet Dorothy's "Passing Prayer"

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Sweet Dorothy’s “Passing Prayer”

Oh’ Dear Lord Jesus!

All this woeful pain and distress

has worked for me Thine best!

(It’s OVER Lord!)

No need for me to cry anymore!,

For Thou hast gone before!

You’ve shut the sea of earthly woes,

And healed my mind to know no foe. (1)

You’ve stilled the waves before the harbor,

Of the graves of all OGG’s labor.

There, there is “rest”

(from the soul’s “sin and shame”)

And there, there is a partner’s “best”,

Whose spirit knew the same

Within his wife’s dear breast.

Oh’ OGG! Like a dream, didst thou “fly away”? (2)

But with thine own “self-named” wife,

You Must Know, We Shall Rise One Day!

(It’s OVER Lord!)

O’ Dear Lord Jesus!

All this passing grief and sorrow

has worked for me THINE Tomorrow!

(We’ll just rest now, dear Lord,

waiting to hear thy sweet welcome “voice”) (3)

(1) 1 Corinthians 15:55  (2) Job 20:8, Psalm 90:10, John 11:24,25, (3) 1 Thessalonians 4:16, John 14:1-3.

In loving memory of Dorothy Ogg. How she touched my life in so short a time, only God knows the good of it, though I tell it to every human on earth. She was most assuredly one of God’s special “Tuesday People!”