The Lord works in mysterious ways that many understand but only a few realize.
Human tragedies abound
Human suffering all around
Humans lost in a world of being.
Humans, some not worthy of the name
Humans, some heathen some heaven sent
Humans. Gods toys to move as if chess pieces
Although a more important match has never been played.
Humans, so arrogant and deceitful
Humans, so dirty and Godless
Humans so twisted the demons rule their world.
Humans that hate themselves and their world so much
They take this hate out on others.
Humans, what a waste of time and energy
Humans given all the tools, yet they are fools.
Humans, so gifted and blessed
They strive to help others in their lives.
Humans, so thoughtful and kind
Humans, so educated and wealthy.
Humans, ignorant at times as to where it all comes from.
Humans, the life blood of this earth.
Humans put here to be the curator of all the majesties of nature.
Humans who control their own destiny.
Humans who live for the day.
Humans of which we all are.
Humans, please hear theses words:
“Turn from your evil ways
And enjoy what the Lord has for you.”
Those that have ears let them hear.
Those that hear and chose not to
Do not deserve to have ears to begin with.
© B.A.S. …:}….
1/28/2006 9:00 AM EST
12/26/2008 5:00 AM EST
In His Merciful Service:
Exodus Chapters 34 thru 39
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
"Oh Wondrous City"
High upon a mountains sparkling bright light,
Stands a lone statue marking days of fight.
Alone it rests with form and fashion
Silent as the stone it was once a vision.
The mountain rises high so its’ light all can see.
Guiding the weary traveler, a beacon of hope
Long has been the search and seldom was it found.
Replaced with the magnificence of ivory horns.
Wings of flight and feet of stone, no easy match for the fleet
But rest we shall after a long victorious battle we meet.
To the victor goes the spoils, the riches and glory
Waste not the beaten souls, once held the true story.
For theirs is a history borne of guts, misery, heart ache and strength
To be shared thru the ages, told and taught with pride and purpose.
The City rests a long winter’s night, to once again do battle
In the stillness of the wind and hearts waning for the fight.
Streets of gold and paths of green moss
Rivers of wine and swamp valleys to slosh.
We march away march away to the victorious battle
Leaving the wounded behind their sabers no longer rattle.
No enemy can approach without first being spied upon.
For never has the wicked broke thru the fence of pain
They have no honor, no love to gain.
The light beckons your call, do not turn away
In its’ shadow you’ll long to stay
And there we will meet, our paths now as one we seek
To have and to hold all our days thru, in a City for the meek.
© B.A.S. …:}….🐝
12/25/08 10:00 PM EST
Post Edit 7/7/2023 10:50 AM EST
In His Wondrous Service:
Matthew 13:36-43
Isaiah 24 thru 27
"Merry Christmas and Holy Nights"
"I Refuse"
I refuse to believe that you can not make a difference.
I refuse to believe one person can not change their world.
I refuse to believe you must be “normal” to be accepted.
I refuse to believe history is made by the masses, rather than the few.
I refuse to believe that one person can not change that history.
I refuse to believe that you are destined to be only what others tell you to be.
I refuse to believe everything I see, hear, feel, taste and smell.
I refuse to believe that your “sixth sense” does not outweigh the other five.
I refuse to believe that one person can not do what it dreams as impossible.
You believe what you want to believe. We all share in our own lies. Mine is not the path most traveled. It has always been the trace of another’s footsteps that caught my eye. That made me think there might be, just might be, a better way, a more fruitful path, than one the masses herd to. Nothing wrong with that, but we all have our own streets to pave. For us to think that the great history makers and world shapers we have had since the beginning did not at some point feel grief and despair is shallow in thought.
How would history be if Washington decided it was too cold to cross, if Custer would have retreated, had Patton taken a couple days off, had Lincoln not gone to the play, had Kennedy not gone to Dallas, had Martin not gone to Memphis, had John Lennon not gone for a walk, had Neil Armstrong never stepped, had Lance Armstrong never thought he’d live, had it not been foggy over Martha’s Vineyard for John John, had the Apostle Paul ever truly questioned his faith, or had Christ been tempted by the devil…course we know that was a losing battle on satans part, as always.
And the list goes on and on. You have your memories and I have mine. If you are like me, no matter how many you list, you always think of more to add.
I refuse to believe that world changers & world changing events are not pre-destined by lots cast by God. The greatest history gifted & shared with this world being Jesus Christ. But, with His Son’s exception, who was beyond mortal…all the other events & people in our world history could have gone different than they, or it did.
I refuse to believe that you can not make a difference.
I refuse to believe one person can not change their world.
I refuse to believe you must be “normal” to be accepted.
I refuse to believe history is made by the masses, rather than the few.
I refuse to believe that one person can not change that history.
I refuse to believe that you are destined to be only what others tell you to be.
I refuse to believe everything I see, hear, feel, taste and smell.
I refuse to believe that your “sixth sense” does not outweigh the other five.
I refuse to believe that one person can not do what it dreams as impossible.
You believe what you want to believe. We all share in our own lies. Mine is not the path most traveled. It has always been the trace of another’s footsteps that caught my eye. That made me think there might be, just might be, a better way, a more fruitful path, than one the masses herd to. Nothing wrong with that, but we all have our own streets to pave. For us to think that the great history makers and world shapers we have had since the beginning did not at some point feel grief and despair is shallow in thought.
How would history be if Washington decided it was too cold to cross, if Custer would have retreated, had Patton taken a couple days off, had Lincoln not gone to the play, had Kennedy not gone to Dallas, had Martin not gone to Memphis, had John Lennon not gone for a walk, had Neil Armstrong never stepped, had Lance Armstrong never thought he’d live, had it not been foggy over Martha’s Vineyard for John John, had the Apostle Paul ever truly questioned his faith, or had Christ been tempted by the devil…course we know that was a losing battle on satans part, as always.
And the list goes on and on. You have your memories and I have mine. If you are like me, no matter how many you list, you always think of more to add.
I refuse to believe that world changers & world changing events are not pre-destined by lots cast by God. The greatest history gifted & shared with this world being Jesus Christ. But, with His Son’s exception, who was beyond mortal…all the other events & people in our world history could have gone different than they, or it did.
Think of it this way….If 10 cooks are all given the same ingredients & told to make their best chicken cacciatore…all the dishes will mostly likely look, smell & taste a bit different…but the outcome is the same…chicken cacciatore. All those listed above thought they could make a difference in their world(s). For if they didn’t, it would never have been. So…I refuse to believe that I too, can not make a difference in the world around me, no matter how small or large that world may be.
God created Paradise in the beginning & in the end we are promised a return to this Paradise. The ingredients are the same, the outcome was foretold long, long ago.
Today is Christmas. Give yourself the best gift you could ever give yourself or someone else. For once in your life believe in your self and your abilities and feel good about it. And in turn let that feeling rub off on someone and help make them believe that they can make a difference in their world as well.
If we all thought more positive and less negative, the end result is destined to be positive.
Merry Christmas to all my Family & Friends in Faith:
Count your blessings….someone else is.
Your Brother in the Word:
Bryan A. Stross …:}….
December 25th , 2008 6:30 AM EST
Today is Christmas. Give yourself the best gift you could ever give yourself or someone else. For once in your life believe in your self and your abilities and feel good about it. And in turn let that feeling rub off on someone and help make them believe that they can make a difference in their world as well.
If we all thought more positive and less negative, the end result is destined to be positive.
Merry Christmas to all my Family & Friends in Faith:
Count your blessings….someone else is.
Your Brother in the Word:
Bryan A. Stross …:}….
December 25th , 2008 6:30 AM EST
Post Edits: January 16, 2024.
Proverbs 27 & Psalm 72
Proverbs 27 & Psalm 72
Sunday, December 21, 2008
"A Walk On The Beach"
I took a walk on the beach one starry summer night.
The waves crashed their thunderous majesty.
The sand slid away amongst the phosphorus foam.
The seaweed, sea shells, drift wood, and trash floated harmlessly.
The crab chasers ran and played like feathered grey hounds.
The sea gulls floated and sank with the gusts aiding their flight.
The pelicans glided thru the sky and dove deep for their prey.
But still something was missing, the picture not complete.
Or was it more than something, perhaps it was something(s).
Yes, it was more than something that was missing, gone forever more.
So there I stood, the waves touching my toes as if sent to do so.
All the while no shadow did I cast, for at peace and whole I was.
Then as if an after thought a sign appeared…a lone osprey did call.
And now in sight, my old friend the fine feathered arrow,
Dancing with the wind and striking a lethal clawed bend.
But still missing the water was not complete as I looked hard in dim light.
And there, finally I saw the picture complete. First the dolphin and tarpon,
Then the spout and splash of that monster known only to the deep.
He rose and turned making a thunderous sound, breaking the barriers of the waves.
The water spread in all directions…my heart skipped a beat as I saw this sight.
Now the grey one came to visit with his voice as loud as the constants.
And to me only he spoke, and this he had to say…..
“Go in Peace and Go in Glory….for yours is a legacy in the making.”
As I bowed my head and thanked the all knowing wise one,
I realized with hope and honor I was brought to this place.
This time in the present, shaped by the past and knowing the future.
To do and say what must be done and what must be said.
And let the chips fall where they may, for my lot is already cast.
And as I turn to walk the beach, the moon does come and a shadow is cast.
A shadow that has been with me since the beginning of my time.
And will be with me thru the ages and the end times.
My soul guides my sprit, my sprit leads my heart and my heart consoles my brain.
In this way I travel to the next curve, the next wave, the next night, the next beach.
And hopefully the scene will be complete, or backwards I’ll go, but not wanted.
For I have been there and done that and although special a new bridge awaits,
And like all the others I will cross it, if I have to climb it or swim it,
I will make it to the other side, or die trying which is also not wanted.
But in life all is not fair, but only because the devil makes it so.
Look for your scene, look for your beach, look for your whale,
And in it I hope you find a piece of Heaven, for it is all there.
It is not what it is or what it was but what it will be, depending on you.
Do not let outside forces distract you from your vision of this life.
Do not let what you watch and hear always effect what you feel.
First impressions are often right, like that tug at your gut.
So listen and watch and what you touch and smell will effect what you feel.
And may that feeling be one of Grace and Hope for in these things…you’ll find Heaven.
Blessed Days and Peaceful Nights Dreams.
Your Brother in the Word:
© B.A.S. …{:…. 12/20/2008 4:00 PM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Ezekiel 21, Psalm 42, Proverbs 7
The waves crashed their thunderous majesty.
The sand slid away amongst the phosphorus foam.
The seaweed, sea shells, drift wood, and trash floated harmlessly.
The crab chasers ran and played like feathered grey hounds.
The sea gulls floated and sank with the gusts aiding their flight.
The pelicans glided thru the sky and dove deep for their prey.
But still something was missing, the picture not complete.
Or was it more than something, perhaps it was something(s).
Yes, it was more than something that was missing, gone forever more.
So there I stood, the waves touching my toes as if sent to do so.
All the while no shadow did I cast, for at peace and whole I was.
Then as if an after thought a sign appeared…a lone osprey did call.
And now in sight, my old friend the fine feathered arrow,
Dancing with the wind and striking a lethal clawed bend.
But still missing the water was not complete as I looked hard in dim light.
And there, finally I saw the picture complete. First the dolphin and tarpon,
Then the spout and splash of that monster known only to the deep.
He rose and turned making a thunderous sound, breaking the barriers of the waves.
The water spread in all directions…my heart skipped a beat as I saw this sight.
Now the grey one came to visit with his voice as loud as the constants.
And to me only he spoke, and this he had to say…..
“Go in Peace and Go in Glory….for yours is a legacy in the making.”
As I bowed my head and thanked the all knowing wise one,
I realized with hope and honor I was brought to this place.
This time in the present, shaped by the past and knowing the future.
To do and say what must be done and what must be said.
And let the chips fall where they may, for my lot is already cast.
And as I turn to walk the beach, the moon does come and a shadow is cast.
A shadow that has been with me since the beginning of my time.
And will be with me thru the ages and the end times.
My soul guides my sprit, my sprit leads my heart and my heart consoles my brain.
In this way I travel to the next curve, the next wave, the next night, the next beach.
And hopefully the scene will be complete, or backwards I’ll go, but not wanted.
For I have been there and done that and although special a new bridge awaits,
And like all the others I will cross it, if I have to climb it or swim it,
I will make it to the other side, or die trying which is also not wanted.
But in life all is not fair, but only because the devil makes it so.
Look for your scene, look for your beach, look for your whale,
And in it I hope you find a piece of Heaven, for it is all there.
It is not what it is or what it was but what it will be, depending on you.
Do not let outside forces distract you from your vision of this life.
Do not let what you watch and hear always effect what you feel.
First impressions are often right, like that tug at your gut.
So listen and watch and what you touch and smell will effect what you feel.
And may that feeling be one of Grace and Hope for in these things…you’ll find Heaven.
Blessed Days and Peaceful Nights Dreams.
Your Brother in the Word:
© B.A.S. …{:…. 12/20/2008 4:00 PM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Ezekiel 21, Psalm 42, Proverbs 7
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Prayer
Enjoy... this is also posted in the early beginnings of this blog.
Have a safe and blessed evening. I haven' given up hope on my Jags yet. But a third selection in the draft looks very appealing. Let's not screw up the receiver pick again...OK...
Prayer:
Lord can you please hear my prayer now
It’s not for me for You to show
But these earthly souls need to know
How Your Love can make a heart glow
Lord my knees are on dirty soil
For this world is in such turmoil
That it makes my mind, as if oil
And in my haste it starts to boil
Lord for this world I to you pray
That thru Your Blessing I can say
Many others with their soul pay
To understand the life long fray
Lord can you hear my prayer now
It’s not for me I hope to show
For others a gentle wind blow
Relax, a peaceful stream to flow
Lord, I am Yours for the taking
Guide me, my heart not forsaking
I see others who are faking
Their souls one day will be baking
Lord hear my prayer in due time
Cast out all this unwanted crime
I know this is only a rhyme
In Your Glory it hopes to shine.
Lord can You hear their prayers now
It’s not for us for You to show
Your peaceful wind and gentle flow
To those souls who don’t know Your glow
Lord why is their such awful pain?
Their hearts cry every time it rains
Some live life with a weak vein
Only thru You can their strength gain
Lord let us live on Your mountain
Shower us with Your Love Fountain
These words Your Promise has spoken
Faith waits the seals to be broken
8/17/05 & 8/26/05
© Bryan A. Stross
Post edit 11/5/2022. 4:24 AM. EST
Let those that have ears… hear
Those that hear & refuse it’s message
Do not deserve to have ears… to begin with
✨✝️🕊😎🇺🇸🐝🐈🦌🐚🦋🦉🦅🦬🙏
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Success
Twenty years ago my mother gave me the following poem written by Mr. Dicksons.
I had just became the installation manager of Entron Inc.. A low voltage systems contractor in Largo, Florida. I had worked there for three years. I started out as a lead technician and gradually climbed into management. I have many fond memories of my time at Entron Inc. The owner Mr. Shipway, his wife, office assistant Myrna, warehouse manager Spencer, CAD operator George and lead tech Johnny and others are still a part of my life and memories.
Entron was a 1.5 million dollar a year company with about 15 employees. My most cherished memories are of my mentor and close friend Mike Phillips, he was the branch manager and hired me originally. Mike passed about five years ago after Thanksgiving dinner with his extended family in Clearwater, Florida. It was his favorite holiday and he made an awesome stuffing from scratch. I can hardly write these words as my tears cloud my eyes with a tragedy that haunts me daily. Mike died of what is called a widow makers heart attack. It is an instant and total blockage of one or more major arteries involved with the heart and overall blood circulation. He had just had a physical a month earlier and was given a clean bill of health, which to this day I have questioned. Facts about the widow maker are simple…you have five minutes max to get help. Mike was watching TV on the sofa in the middle of the night (probably watching Star Trek). Every one was asleep and as the blockage progressed he was at a loss for his breath and couldn’t even scream out. His wife, Ann, found him on the floor when she awoke the next morning.
As I write this ”I Still Miss You” is playing on one of the local radio stations (99.1 WQIK FM). These are the “signs” of life’s greater meanings that I often write about. I miss you buddy and “I Wish You Were Here”. “Your Gonna Miss This” is on the radio now…unfortunately for Mike he never had the chance to see his 50’s. But I know he’s up there and is watching and mentoring me constantly. Love you buddy, I never told you but I know you know. Here’s to the success we had at Entron. From all your fellow Entronians... CHEERS !!!
Quoting Dicksons:
“If you think you are beaten you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost:
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all in the state of mind.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man:
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”
Love, Mom
B.A.S. 12/3/08 …:}….
In his Service Always
Psalm 42 Proverbs 24
I had just became the installation manager of Entron Inc.. A low voltage systems contractor in Largo, Florida. I had worked there for three years. I started out as a lead technician and gradually climbed into management. I have many fond memories of my time at Entron Inc. The owner Mr. Shipway, his wife, office assistant Myrna, warehouse manager Spencer, CAD operator George and lead tech Johnny and others are still a part of my life and memories.
Entron was a 1.5 million dollar a year company with about 15 employees. My most cherished memories are of my mentor and close friend Mike Phillips, he was the branch manager and hired me originally. Mike passed about five years ago after Thanksgiving dinner with his extended family in Clearwater, Florida. It was his favorite holiday and he made an awesome stuffing from scratch. I can hardly write these words as my tears cloud my eyes with a tragedy that haunts me daily. Mike died of what is called a widow makers heart attack. It is an instant and total blockage of one or more major arteries involved with the heart and overall blood circulation. He had just had a physical a month earlier and was given a clean bill of health, which to this day I have questioned. Facts about the widow maker are simple…you have five minutes max to get help. Mike was watching TV on the sofa in the middle of the night (probably watching Star Trek). Every one was asleep and as the blockage progressed he was at a loss for his breath and couldn’t even scream out. His wife, Ann, found him on the floor when she awoke the next morning.
As I write this ”I Still Miss You” is playing on one of the local radio stations (99.1 WQIK FM). These are the “signs” of life’s greater meanings that I often write about. I miss you buddy and “I Wish You Were Here”. “Your Gonna Miss This” is on the radio now…unfortunately for Mike he never had the chance to see his 50’s. But I know he’s up there and is watching and mentoring me constantly. Love you buddy, I never told you but I know you know. Here’s to the success we had at Entron. From all your fellow Entronians... CHEERS !!!
Quoting Dicksons:
“If you think you are beaten you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost:
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all in the state of mind.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man:
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”
Love, Mom
B.A.S. 12/3/08 …:}….
In his Service Always
Psalm 42 Proverbs 24
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sarah
Letter to Mr. Shelton Hull---Folio Magazine
Jacksonville Florida---March / April 2006
Mr. Shelton Hull:
I picked up the latest Folio a few evenings ago and was moved to tears (more than once) by your column. You were right, no other article was worth reading.
The story of Sarah and the tragedy which unfolded is hard to understand. I do not know you and unfortunately never had the pleasure of meeting your “Sunshine” Sarah. God works in mysterious ways we often struggle to understand.
Please sir, use this unfortunate twist of fate to strengthen yourself and you will enhance all those you have the fortunate task of writing to. You have a wonderful outlet as a column writer for Folio. Use it and this senseless crime to hopefully make the world a better place in her honor.
God bless you as He blessed Sarah thru her life. She is that second shadow you see of yourself when the light is just right. She is that gust of wind on an otherwise calm day.
Humble prayers and peace in all you do. Thank you for your column; I just wish the murder of Sarah would have not caused its writing.
A friend in Christ:
Bryan A. Stross
Jacksonville, Florida 32207
Jacksonville Florida---March / April 2006
Mr. Shelton Hull:
I picked up the latest Folio a few evenings ago and was moved to tears (more than once) by your column. You were right, no other article was worth reading.
The story of Sarah and the tragedy which unfolded is hard to understand. I do not know you and unfortunately never had the pleasure of meeting your “Sunshine” Sarah. God works in mysterious ways we often struggle to understand.
Please sir, use this unfortunate twist of fate to strengthen yourself and you will enhance all those you have the fortunate task of writing to. You have a wonderful outlet as a column writer for Folio. Use it and this senseless crime to hopefully make the world a better place in her honor.
God bless you as He blessed Sarah thru her life. She is that second shadow you see of yourself when the light is just right. She is that gust of wind on an otherwise calm day.
Humble prayers and peace in all you do. Thank you for your column; I just wish the murder of Sarah would have not caused its writing.
A friend in Christ:
Bryan A. Stross
Jacksonville, Florida 32207
The Sky
At times I look to the sky. Others wonder why.
When I do this many, many times I see a sign.
A hawk, an osprey, a flock of birds, an eagle, a cloud formation, or jet streak(s).
The sun and moon help to glisten the sky.
The stars twinkle their message always there to remind us.
We are not alone. Our sun is a small star.
Look to the night sky, what do you see?
You see all those stars?
Each one holds the promise of life.
Each one holds the possibility of a habitable planet.
I look to the sky and I see hope.
I feel the future and I know…
We are not alone.
© B.A.S. 4/27/2006 …:}….
In His Service:
Genesis Chapter One
When I do this many, many times I see a sign.
A hawk, an osprey, a flock of birds, an eagle, a cloud formation, or jet streak(s).
The sun and moon help to glisten the sky.
The stars twinkle their message always there to remind us.
We are not alone. Our sun is a small star.
Look to the night sky, what do you see?
You see all those stars?
Each one holds the promise of life.
Each one holds the possibility of a habitable planet.
I look to the sky and I see hope.
I feel the future and I know…
We are not alone.
© B.A.S. 4/27/2006 …:}….
In His Service:
Genesis Chapter One
Like No Other
You hurt me like no other
I thought you my brother
But greed has replaced your spirit
When you talk I can hear it
Of this world you worship
And that is a sinking ship
Of the Heavens you should seek
For it is reserved for the meek
Do not let your love of this world
Cloud your mind, your stomach will hurl
This world is the devils domain
Temptation, your soul he hopes to gain
Do not be fooled, do not be dumb
For one day He will surely come
And replace all this selfish greed
With a Blessing of Loves Humble Seed.
It must come to me in dreams
For in the morning it seems
That from my hand it flows
Not thinking about what I know
For mine is nothing
I know not what is coming
It just happens and then it leaves
Leaving me to wonder if it really is me
Or some one else in dreams I see
These thoughts come and go
The special ones I hold dear
Sometimes thou I tremble in fear
As if in some kind of zone
It cuts to your very bone
And as your blood spills crimson
Pray peacefully for the Glory of the Son.
© B.A.S. 3/14/2006 …:}…
In His Service:
Matthew 18…Luke 15
I thought you my brother
But greed has replaced your spirit
When you talk I can hear it
Of this world you worship
And that is a sinking ship
Of the Heavens you should seek
For it is reserved for the meek
Do not let your love of this world
Cloud your mind, your stomach will hurl
This world is the devils domain
Temptation, your soul he hopes to gain
Do not be fooled, do not be dumb
For one day He will surely come
And replace all this selfish greed
With a Blessing of Loves Humble Seed.
It must come to me in dreams
For in the morning it seems
That from my hand it flows
Not thinking about what I know
For mine is nothing
I know not what is coming
It just happens and then it leaves
Leaving me to wonder if it really is me
Or some one else in dreams I see
These thoughts come and go
The special ones I hold dear
Sometimes thou I tremble in fear
As if in some kind of zone
It cuts to your very bone
And as your blood spills crimson
Pray peacefully for the Glory of the Son.
© B.A.S. 3/14/2006 …:}…
In His Service:
Matthew 18…Luke 15
For Richard M.
About three weeks ago I met two men, it was Veterans day. The elderly man was a thirty year vet who had served in several campaigns. I met him at the Veterans Wall in Jacksonville. He invited me to his house to share stories, bought me lunch and invited me fishing the next day. The younger man I met that night. He was fishing illegally at the Met Park Docks. This is a story of the two men. I don't remember the younger mans name, but I do remember the smell of alcohol on his breath. However, I will never forget Richard...and I hope to fish again with him soon.
Two Fishermen
I met two men today,
Both fishers of the sea.
One for pleasure, One for pay.
One by day, One by night
One elderly and fragile.
One young and strong.
One with a cat, One with a dog.
One with a wife, One with a can.
One with a house, One with a truck.
One with a motor boat and trailer.
One with a row boat in the back.
One exempt from the license.
One running from the law.
One by day to see better.
One by night to not be caught.
One of distinction and honor.
One of callousness and contempt.
One for fun but less skilled.
One for cash but with stolen gear.
One caught much fewer but bigger.
One caught much more but smaller.
One fished as if in heaven.
One fished in his own hell.
One was happy even when empty.
One was never happy even when full.
I met a man today a great fisherman of the sea.
I met another man today but no fisherman was he.
© B.A.S. 12/1/08 …:}…
In His Service:
Psalm 114....Proverbs 14
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Writings from the Past
Thru out my life the inspirations to write have come and gone and come again.
I have written quite a bit in the last three years since my wife left.
As I say in parts of my blog often times great sadness brings about what is best in us.
These four writings are from 2005 and 2006, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed being inspired to write them. This entire blog is dedicated to those talented unknowns whose skills the world may never know, but to His Greatness nothing is unnoticed.
Sunrise
As the sun rises on a new day
I wonder what their prayers had to say
As I awake from a sweet dream
Another’s nightmare I hear scream
As the darkness gives way to light
Daytime peace after a long nights fight
A solitary star so bright does shine
As others fade away in the blink of an eye
Give me the fresh sunrise
And dry these tears from my eyes.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time has already happened somewhere else.
Once upon a time has already happened a thousand times.
Once upon a time the rhyme doesn’t change.
Once upon a time will happen again and again.
Once upon a time has two possible endings,
Gods’ wrath to the Earth He’s sending...
Or Gods’ Love once again bending.
Once upon a time we will live or die.
Once upon a time either way we’ll cry.
Once upon a time somewhere up in the sky.
Life Goes On
As life goes on I realize serving man has no prize.
To be mans stepping stone hurts to my very soul.
I can not and never will be a servant for man to see.
I live for a Higher Glory, my soul given to the Holy Story.
Of the world He was not, sent here to cleanse the rot.
This I do believe and always will, even if hate comes to kill.
Take me away to our special place and travel thru the ages of space.
And take me away to Your seat, at the peak we will meet.
And then I’ll be Your servant, to fight and banish the evil serpent.
As before and as will be, the devil will be cast below the sea.
The world will then know, nothing can withstand Your Mighty Glow.
The Light that pierces deep inside will drown you out where you hide.
And for you I pray, my heart beaten, “Our Father Who Art In Heaven”
A drift in the wind a lonely feather, floating magically from the Heavens.
Resting on those who travel thru mans destruction and the Judges gavel.
© B.A.S. …:}…. 3/14/06 8:15AM EST
In his Majesties Service:
Psalm 48 Proverbs 3
Like a cocoon turns to a caterpillar
As a caterpillar turns to a butterfly
All have the same origin
Each has a distinct place in time.
As the North Star is perceived
As one from Earths onlookers
It is actually a trinity
Three stars forming one.
As the solitary she bear seeks out her den
For a long winters rest once again
Her cubs arrive in the early spring
Three emerge where once there was one.
Not to trivialize His Greatness
By comparing to things visible
But to help show thru a comparison
One can relate too and understand.
© B.A.S. …:}…. 8/22/05 8:30 PM EST
In His Majesties Service:⛲️🌻🐝. 🙏🇺🇸
Paul’s Letter to the Colossians
Post Edit & Pics 6/28/2023. 3PM EST 😎
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Wall
November 11th, 2008
Dear Fellow Veteran: I just wanted to take a moment to thank you and send you a copy of a letter I sent to the local NFL football team (the Jaguars) head coach Mr. Jack Del Rio. I was very proud and flattered when coach Del Rio responded to my letter via a personalized and signed letter of thanks from him. The Veterans Wall here in Jacksonville is located on the Jaguars property. It is maintained by them and the city. It is located in a beautiful area of this town that has recently been renovated with stadium upgrades, new baseball grounds, new sports and concert arena, and a new city park on the river. The wall here contains all the names of the heroes from Duval County (Jacksonville) that gave their lives starting with WWI to the present terrorist campaign around the world. On one of my last visits to the Wall I noticed 13 more names added to the terrorist campaign area of the Wall. I was deeply saddened by this, and will forever be saddened by the waste of war. I know it is a necessary evil throughout history, but it saddens me even so. Your sacrifice and duty is much appreciated, and without your efforts we would not have a new ball field and park to enjoy. Please come home soon, and enjoy the fruits of your labors. Here’s the letter: God Bless You…
To: Mr. Jack Del Rio , Jaguars Head Coach, Sir:
Thank you and the Jaguar staff and security for putting up with my visits to the Veterans wall at the stadium site.
I come to the wall at least once a week, sometimes more often. Sometimes it is during the day, but often it is in the wee hours of the night, or early morning.
This is a sacred place to me, it is peaceful and uncluttered. I always, always clean up a bit, straighten out flowers left by others, etc. It is the least I can do in my own way, to honor those fallen serving our great country. I do not have any relatives or friends on the wall (that I am aware of) but I can tell you I have a deep kinship with the brothers and sisters who have served. The words inscribed in the granite blocks speak to me in ways I can not always describe. I cry, I laugh, I read a poem, I play my harmonica, I smoke a cigarette, and wonder why.
I was in the Navy for several years, 25 or so years ago. I had the honor of serving on the U.S.S. John F. Kennedy. I was attached to VF-14 (The Tophatters). It was one of two squadrons of F-14’s on the carrier. I felt like I was in a bit part on Star Wars. It was during a 1980 Mediterranean Cruise that I more fully developed my love for the ocean and its silent majesty.
I feel this power at the wall. I feel the pain at the wall. I feel the heroes at the wall. I feel the sacrifices at the wall. I feel the honor at the wall. I feel the betrayal at the wall. And most of all I feel the horror of the wall. For after all what does it represent? It represents war, and the suffering that goes with it. I live for the day this suffering ends. I live for the day no more names are added to not only this wall, but all such monuments world wide.
So as I hope you understand sir, thank you again for allowing me to grieve, to honor, to pay respect to those whose only legacy left on this planet is their solitary name on a wall of heroes. When we all need a little reality check, go to the wall, and take a moment out of your life to pay homage to those who gave their life so you might enjoy a moment, a life, and the freedom and prosperity you make of it.
It is a mystical place, a sacred place, a perfect place to gather your thoughts and maybe share a few. The Jaguar statue adds to this environment of solace. After I humble myself at the wall, I often wander over to the Jaguar and it inspires me to carry on, to move forward and not look back. I promise you sir that my intentions are pure, and after all I am a supportive Jaguar fan.
Mr. Del Rio, you and your entire staff have the honor to play in the shadow of the wall, near those whose destiny lies in the play book of God. And, I know you are good people, who have made as much as possible with your God given talents and wisdom. You carry this burden of athletic grace and strategic knowledge very well. For that I am grateful, as it adds to the best sports entertainment venue available in the world.
Here’s to a great 2006 season and if you ever have open tryouts for a crazy out of control cigarette smoking place kicker, let me know. Just kidding of course, I’m not that crazy, but I would like to give that punt, pass, and kick thing a try sometime.
In closing, thanks also goes out to the architects and planners and workers who designed and placed the wall, and all those individuals and companies who donated to its cause. But, most of all I would like to thank those whose names are on the wall, and the families and friends who suffered their loss. This is a beautiful, proud country, just as the wall is. May the hopes, dreams, fortunes and honor of those whose names are inscribed in this timeless wall of stone…never be forgotten.
Yours in Faith, Family, and Football, May 17th, 2006:
Bryan A. Stross Jacksonville, Florida 🪶😎🇺🇸✝️
May the waters be calm in your presence
And the skies filled with your glory, now & forever more. ⚓️🦅🕊️
A Distant Mist Filled Hill
Their missions often involved being positioned on hills off the trails the enemy used to travel with their troops and supplies. The snipers did not take out just any target. Their aim was always directed at the officers and commanders of the Viet- Cong. How you may ask did they know the difference between the leaders and the every day troops. Well you see the enemy officers often wore shiny helmets compared to the regulars. It was these helmets they looked for and ultimately trained their sights on. The Viet-Cong took awhile to figure this out…which was to our advantage in a war of hide and seek and hide again. My sincere gratitude goes out to these men of cunning and bravery. May your sights always be clear and your aim true to the cause of freedom.
“A distant mist filled hill”
So here we are on a distant mist filled hill
Looking for the shiny helmets in the chill
For some their stomachs feel a familiar ill
As they put in their sights the final kill
For me it’s just another run of the mill
In my mind I block it out as I hide behind the sill
It seems so dark at times, no one to send the bill
For my heart aches for the dead only until
The next one comes up the trail and I get my fill
The rations they give us taste like a sour dill
Often times I rest and think of a lost love, Jill
The memories help erase the guilt like a magic pill
Here comes another one, I’ll rest my sight on his gill
The silent shot rings out the sound and flash nil
Never do I miss; it is the aim of an expert will.
B.A.S. 11/11/08 7:00 AM EST
In war all is not fair….the faithful win the spoils.
In love all is not fair....the unfaithful forever toil.
To my brothers and sisters at arms, may your victories be many
And your loses be mere battles in a war against evil and hate.
A war that will have a certain victory for those who follow the faith.
In Our Majesties Service:
Psalm 118 Proverbs 18 & 19:1
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Daily News
The news we read, hear and see everyday influences our attitudes and outlook on life.
I wrote this years ago I beleive at a time when the Olympics were in Atlanta and the bombing took place.
During those days you were hard pressed to find anything good reported in the various media formats we absorb thru the day. Fortunatley I see a change in this as most of the time there are some good stories of helping and sharing with others reported in the news. I pray these efforts continue as it is obvious that as humans if we constantly see the bad side of life we will develop attitudes that that is all the world is made of. Seeing uplifting and caring stories will make us all more charitable in our outlook on life. If we are what we eat, then certainly we are what we read, hear and see in the environment surrounding us. Have a blessed and good day. Share a story of love with someone...it will warm their heart and ease their concerns.
The Daily News
What is it we do?
Why is it that we don’t?
It seems we would rather wallow in dirt
How we are uncaring although the hurt.
Our morals have deteriorated too long the garbage
Not to feel, but to see the carnage.
Display a word or picture of hate
Only to outweigh a volume of what is great.
How sad in life we hear of the twisted stories
And in death we then learn of the true glory.
Not many have graced this world of despair
With love and tenderness, someone who does care.
Why can’t the hate mongers be the ones taken away
Instead of the cherished, gone before their final say?
More over to live among the stiff
And still be blessed with loves special gift.
What is it we do…encourage the external dirt.
Why is it that we don’t….embrace those with internal hurt?
Let us live for the day when a picture of giving
Is more wanted than a picture of grieving.
© B.A.S. …:}….
In His Service:
Psalm 49 Proverbs 29
I wrote this years ago I beleive at a time when the Olympics were in Atlanta and the bombing took place.
During those days you were hard pressed to find anything good reported in the various media formats we absorb thru the day. Fortunatley I see a change in this as most of the time there are some good stories of helping and sharing with others reported in the news. I pray these efforts continue as it is obvious that as humans if we constantly see the bad side of life we will develop attitudes that that is all the world is made of. Seeing uplifting and caring stories will make us all more charitable in our outlook on life. If we are what we eat, then certainly we are what we read, hear and see in the environment surrounding us. Have a blessed and good day. Share a story of love with someone...it will warm their heart and ease their concerns.
The Daily News
What is it we do?
Why is it that we don’t?
It seems we would rather wallow in dirt
How we are uncaring although the hurt.
Our morals have deteriorated too long the garbage
Not to feel, but to see the carnage.
Display a word or picture of hate
Only to outweigh a volume of what is great.
How sad in life we hear of the twisted stories
And in death we then learn of the true glory.
Not many have graced this world of despair
With love and tenderness, someone who does care.
Why can’t the hate mongers be the ones taken away
Instead of the cherished, gone before their final say?
More over to live among the stiff
And still be blessed with loves special gift.
What is it we do…encourage the external dirt.
Why is it that we don’t….embrace those with internal hurt?
Let us live for the day when a picture of giving
Is more wanted than a picture of grieving.
© B.A.S. …:}….
In His Service:
Psalm 49 Proverbs 29
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I Have Dreams
I have dreams, dreams some claim I’ll never see.
I have dreams, dreams of you and me.
I have dreams, dreams of a deep blue sea.
I have dreams, dreams that make some bleed.
I have dreams, dreams that cost life’s fee.
I have dreams, dreams of a distant creed.
I have dreams, dreams of a future to be.
I have dreams, dreams of a perfect deed.
I have dreams, dreams of an innocent plea.
I have dreams, dreams for the world to feed.
I have dreams, dreams to purify the seed.
I have dreams, dreams for someone to hear me plead.
I have dreams, dreams for Him to one day lead.
I have dreams, dreams that others should heed.
I have dreams, dreams we will one day succeed.
I have dreams, dreams to take away the greed.
I have dreams, dreams we will one night have all we need.
I have dreams, dreams as gentle as wind to a reed.
I have dreams, dreams sewn like a pattern of tweed.
I have dreams, dreams to kill the dark and evil weed.
I have dreams, dreams to float like a bee.
I have dreams, dreams to be happy and glee.
I have dreams, dreams of a game played with a tee.
I have dreams, dreams of a mystical sweet tea.
I have dreams, dreams the lonely will one day be called we.
I have dreams, dreams I know in history we'll read.
© B.A.S. …:}.… 11/8/08 7:00 AM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Psalm 45 Proverbs 26
I have dreams, dreams of you and me.
I have dreams, dreams of a deep blue sea.
I have dreams, dreams that make some bleed.
I have dreams, dreams that cost life’s fee.
I have dreams, dreams of a distant creed.
I have dreams, dreams of a future to be.
I have dreams, dreams of a perfect deed.
I have dreams, dreams of an innocent plea.
I have dreams, dreams for the world to feed.
I have dreams, dreams to purify the seed.
I have dreams, dreams for someone to hear me plead.
I have dreams, dreams for Him to one day lead.
I have dreams, dreams that others should heed.
I have dreams, dreams we will one day succeed.
I have dreams, dreams to take away the greed.
I have dreams, dreams we will one night have all we need.
I have dreams, dreams as gentle as wind to a reed.
I have dreams, dreams sewn like a pattern of tweed.
I have dreams, dreams to kill the dark and evil weed.
I have dreams, dreams to float like a bee.
I have dreams, dreams to be happy and glee.
I have dreams, dreams of a game played with a tee.
I have dreams, dreams of a mystical sweet tea.
I have dreams, dreams the lonely will one day be called we.
I have dreams, dreams I know in history we'll read.
© B.A.S. …:}.… 11/8/08 7:00 AM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Psalm 45 Proverbs 26
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Challenges
Throughout this life we are faced with many challenges.
Some are self-promoted, but many come out of nowhere.
You think all is well and then something hits you like a ton of bricks.
These challenges help make us who we are.
They form memories that are with us forever.
Many are forgotten consciously.
But in your subconscious, they are always there.
As new challenges approach and consume you,
You rely on these memories to help you thru them.
When I was about 10 years old, I went on a school field trip.
It was to the Indiana State Dunes, a state park on Lake Michigan.
I was swimming with a group when I got separated from them.
Soon I was a couple hundred yards out in the lake.
I had been caught in a rip tide and was scared beyond belief.
Although I could see the shore, my friends and the lifeguard,
They did not see me or hear my screams for help.
It was then I realized that if I were live, I had to do it on my own.
I started to swim towards the shore and realized I was getting nowhere.
For some reason I tried swimming at an angle to the shore.
After several minutes I could tell I was making head way.
So, I continued this motion for what seemed like hours.
Often times I would have to stop and rest,
Only to realize I was losing valuable distance from the shore,
As the tide continued to carry me out when I stopped.
After at least forty-five minutes I finally reached the beach.
I was exhausted and started to vomit.
I was so exhausted I didn’t initially realize
I was over a half mile from the group on the beach.
So, even though I was totally exhausted,
I still had a long walk back to the party where I started.
When I arrived no one even recognized I had been missing,
Except for the counselor who was our chaperon.
“She said where have you been?” In a somewhat angry tone.
“You know you are supposed to stay with the group.”
I looked at her and said…”I lost my jacket and was looking for it.”
I was too scared to tell her I almost drowned.
She said, “Did you find it?”
Some are self-promoted, but many come out of nowhere.
You think all is well and then something hits you like a ton of bricks.
These challenges help make us who we are.
They form memories that are with us forever.
Many are forgotten consciously.
But in your subconscious, they are always there.
As new challenges approach and consume you,
You rely on these memories to help you thru them.
When I was about 10 years old, I went on a school field trip.
It was to the Indiana State Dunes, a state park on Lake Michigan.
I was swimming with a group when I got separated from them.
Soon I was a couple hundred yards out in the lake.
I had been caught in a rip tide and was scared beyond belief.
Although I could see the shore, my friends and the lifeguard,
They did not see me or hear my screams for help.
It was then I realized that if I were live, I had to do it on my own.
I started to swim towards the shore and realized I was getting nowhere.
For some reason I tried swimming at an angle to the shore.
After several minutes I could tell I was making head way.
So, I continued this motion for what seemed like hours.
Often times I would have to stop and rest,
Only to realize I was losing valuable distance from the shore,
As the tide continued to carry me out when I stopped.
After at least forty-five minutes I finally reached the beach.
I was exhausted and started to vomit.
I was so exhausted I didn’t initially realize
I was over a half mile from the group on the beach.
So, even though I was totally exhausted,
I still had a long walk back to the party where I started.
When I arrived no one even recognized I had been missing,
Except for the counselor who was our chaperon.
“She said where have you been?” In a somewhat angry tone.
“You know you are supposed to stay with the group.”
I looked at her and said…”I lost my jacket and was looking for it.”
I was too scared to tell her I almost drowned.
She said, “Did you find it?”
I said, “No, I suppose it is gone for good.”
She said, “OK then gather up your lunch sack it is time to eat.”
I was too exhausted to think of eating and still had
The breath of sickness in my throat and nose.
That memory has always been with me since.
And years later it helped save my life again.
About four years ago I was scuba diving off Boca Raton.
I have all my own equipment but had rented air tanks.
My own tanks I knew very well.
I knew the limits of their abilities as I was comfortable with them.
When you scuba dive, confidence in your equipment is paramount.
As my air gauge reached the yellow mark, I knew it was time to surface.
However, with my own tanks I knew I had a little time left.
As the needle approached the red line, I knew it was time to surface.
I was in about forty-five feet of water and was spear fishing.
Just as I was about to begin my ascent a grouper showed itself.
I took the shot, missed and my spear wedged in the coral.
I struggled to get it free, when my air tank began to lose pressure.
I left the spear, began to surface and ran out of air at just that very second.
I had at least forty feet to go with no air. I panicked.
I forgot to drop my weight belt as trained
And so it took even longer to surface.
At about fifteen feet to go my lungs felt like they would explode
And my head was pounding. I almost gave up.
But I continued to stare and concentrate as best I could on the surface.
Fortunately, it was a bright sunny day and I could see the Sun
As it shined thru the bluish green water, I never let my eyes off of it.
Because I knew that light meant life...my life.
With one last thrust of my arms and legs I finally broke the surface.
I remember the feeling of taking that initial breath, that gulp of life.
I laid on the surface for several minutes catching my breath.
The whole time looking at that bright Sun
And thanking it for saving my life.
For without those beams of sunlight, I would have surely perished.
That night I said deep prayers of respect and thanks to The Lord.
For I know it was His Light that was with me that day.
It showed me the way & encouraged me to not give up.
She said, “OK then gather up your lunch sack it is time to eat.”
I was too exhausted to think of eating and still had
The breath of sickness in my throat and nose.
That memory has always been with me since.
And years later it helped save my life again.
About four years ago I was scuba diving off Boca Raton.
I have all my own equipment but had rented air tanks.
My own tanks I knew very well.
I knew the limits of their abilities as I was comfortable with them.
When you scuba dive, confidence in your equipment is paramount.
As my air gauge reached the yellow mark, I knew it was time to surface.
However, with my own tanks I knew I had a little time left.
As the needle approached the red line, I knew it was time to surface.
I was in about forty-five feet of water and was spear fishing.
Just as I was about to begin my ascent a grouper showed itself.
I took the shot, missed and my spear wedged in the coral.
I struggled to get it free, when my air tank began to lose pressure.
I left the spear, began to surface and ran out of air at just that very second.
I had at least forty feet to go with no air. I panicked.
I forgot to drop my weight belt as trained
And so it took even longer to surface.
At about fifteen feet to go my lungs felt like they would explode
And my head was pounding. I almost gave up.
But I continued to stare and concentrate as best I could on the surface.
Fortunately, it was a bright sunny day and I could see the Sun
As it shined thru the bluish green water, I never let my eyes off of it.
Because I knew that light meant life...my life.
With one last thrust of my arms and legs I finally broke the surface.
I remember the feeling of taking that initial breath, that gulp of life.
I laid on the surface for several minutes catching my breath.
The whole time looking at that bright Sun
And thanking it for saving my life.
For without those beams of sunlight, I would have surely perished.
That night I said deep prayers of respect and thanks to The Lord.
For I know it was His Light that was with me that day.
It showed me the way & encouraged me to not give up.
A day of a life challenging experience that will always be with me,
Just like the rip tide of the Indian Dunes.
If you have any such memories, cherish them whether good or bad.
They are meant to form who you are and how you will react
When the next challenges approach and hit you.
Remember The Lord will never place an obstacle in your path,
That cannot be overcome.
In the words of Coach V, "Don't give up...don't ever give up!"
And an old saying I just heard...
Just like the rip tide of the Indian Dunes.
If you have any such memories, cherish them whether good or bad.
They are meant to form who you are and how you will react
When the next challenges approach and hit you.
Remember The Lord will never place an obstacle in your path,
That cannot be overcome.
In the words of Coach V, "Don't give up...don't ever give up!"
And an old saying I just heard...
"It is far easier to climb a mountain and look down,
then to dig under…and look up."
B.A.S. 11/6/08 5:15 AM EST
Have a safe day as you face your challenges.
In His Life Saving Service
Psalm 36 Proverbs 21
B.A.S. 11/6/08 5:15 AM EST
Have a safe day as you face your challenges.
In His Life Saving Service
Psalm 36 Proverbs 21
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
A Lake Full of Bluegills
ORIGINAL POST FROM NOVEMBER 2008:
This is a story based on facts which happened some 40 years ago. It has deeper meanings, chief of which is how underestimated and stereotyped people, can rise to the occasion and create miracles of sorts.
Always remember and never forget, "Greatness is as fragile as the glass in your windowpane, as reflective as the glass in your mirror, as clear as the glass holding your drink and as historical as the glass protecting your favorite picture".
Note: A bluegill is predominately a hand sized fish also known as a sunny in some parts. It has colorful (blue & reddish) gills and is overall a shiny brownish silver fish with an aggressive attitude. I believe the record for this fish is over five pounds, clearly bigger than hand sized.
A Lake Full of Bluegills
The moon shown full in the cool night air and the stars were out in all their twinkling beauty. The leaves were just starting to turn as a cool breeze pushed puffy clouds towards warmer destinations. A campfire burned, as did the stomachs of three men from eating too much hot venison stew.
It was a perfect night for tales of memories gone by. Three men, two of mid-age and one much older, were relishing in the delight of being far removed from their day to day routines. The old man, who sat and listened to the younger men tell tales of fishing and hunting, some so wild he knew they were more the just embellished lies, they were outright fantasy.
Other stories were actually based on truth. There was the one about the Northern Pike that rose and ate a whole loon as it sat on a calm and dark Minnesota lake. There was the one about a sailfish that jumped into an offshore boat, clearing the deck of all its hardware and even one of the crew. And of course, the twenty-six-inch Redfish caught on six-pound test from the bridge of Guanna Dam.
The old man sat patiently, listening to these tales, separating lies from truth. After an hour or so it appeared as if the younger men had run out of tales, both fact and fiction.
At that point one of the younger men spoke to the old man saying “Don’t you have a tale or two to tell?”
The old man scratched his stubbled chin, looked skyward, and with a raspy haggard voice said, “Sure I have one, but it may not live up to your standards as a great tale, however it is based on the truth.” The younger man said, “Well, go ahead on old man, let’s hear it anyway.” After a pause the old man started his story….
It was the middle of the summer in Northern Wisconsin. I was part of a group on a family vacation. There were three families sharing a multi room cabin. The men decided to get all their gear, gather everyone up, load up the boats, and go catch a mess of fish for a huge nights fish feast.
As the loading commenced it was clear there was not room for everyone. Someone had to stay behind. One of the men, whose name was George said, “Hey this is a serious trip, we need the best fishermen on this trip, I think Little Johnny should stay behind since his fishing skills are limited.” This was a cruel thing to say and Johnny took it hard while the others just shook their heads. But George was right, there was no room for a six year old boy who couldn’t cast more than twenty feet, when serious bass and perch fishing was about to commence.
So off the four boats of experienced fishing grown ups went, to catch the nights dinner. Johnny stayed at the cabin with Grandma who was too afraid to maneuver in and out of a small boat.
Now Johnny was just like any six year old boy. Not to be totally left out, and being there was a lake, a dock, and a big can of worms, he grabbed his Zebco, and started fishing off the dock. The water was so clear you could see the blue gills as they came to the hook, looked at the small chunk of worm, and as if ordered from some unknown master would charge one by one at the morsel of worm suspended on the hook. This was amazing to Johnny, to watch this swarm of bluegills, as if they were piranhas, devouring his hook one by one as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks. He did not need to cast, he did not need to set the drag, all he had to do was hang his line over the dock, wait a second or two, and pull up his catch.
There was an old rowboat next to the dock; it had rained the night before, so there was several inches of water in the bottom of the boat. Johnny, whose stringer was full, started throwing his catch in the row boat, not really paying attention, still mesmerized by the sight of the swarming blue-gills; he didn’t notice his catch was now filling the old boat fore and aft.
After about three hours Johnny heard the sound of boats, it was at that point he also ran out of worms. So, he caught his last bluegill and tossed it in the rowboat with the mass of others. As the boats pulled up to the dock, Johnny couldn’t wait to see the catch that the grown-ups had gotten. To his surprise after four hours of expert fishing only one perch was caught. The grown-ups had all but decided there would be no fish fry this night.
As gear was unloaded one of the men walked by the rowboat and couldn’t believe his eyes. There were at least two hundred blue gills, most of them still alive, flopping and sliding and trying to hop out of the boat. “Hey George look at this, I think Johnny caught every blue gill in the lake!” This was of course an exaggeration, but nevertheless there was truly a mess of fish in that old rowboat.
Johnny was now a hero, the fish he caught was surely enough to feed the whole group. Of course George was not overly happy; he got the majority of the fish cleaning duties since Johnny was too young to handle a sharp knife.
That night, as Johnny joined everyone for dinner, he had a huge smile on his face. Because as everyone dined on bluegill, on his plate was the lone perch the grown-ups had caught, made especially for him.
As the old man finished his story, albeit not the grandest of tales, he pointed out to the younger men, “Don’t ever under estimate the fishing prowess of a six year old boy, a Zebco, an old rusty can of worms, and a lake full of bluegills.”
© Bryan A. Stross January 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The Candle of Zion
© B.A.S. …:}…. 11/1/08 6:45 AM EST 
In His Service. 2nd Samuel 5…Psalm 70
Friday, October 24, 2008
Night Wings
I hear the day birds calling
Sweet songs on my ears falling
The night time belongs to the silent bat
With wings of leather they combat
Chasing specs we can not see
Hordes of insects, they try to flee
But the bat has superb natural might
In flight, sound is its sight
The locust flies but has no escape
From the bat who of the air does rape
Sitting amongst ancient tress
You have to look hard to see
They are there, the nights little winged friends
Whose wings in the still night air blends
Now is the sun rise and the feathered ones sing
All to His glory for a new day they hope to bring
© BAS …:}… 9/24/08 9:20 PM
Sweet songs on my ears falling
The night time belongs to the silent bat
With wings of leather they combat
Chasing specs we can not see
Hordes of insects, they try to flee
But the bat has superb natural might
In flight, sound is its sight
The locust flies but has no escape
From the bat who of the air does rape
Sitting amongst ancient tress
You have to look hard to see
They are there, the nights little winged friends
Whose wings in the still night air blends
Now is the sun rise and the feathered ones sing
All to His glory for a new day they hope to bring
© BAS …:}… 9/24/08 9:20 PM
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A Morning Prayer
Lord, light the path to take
Lead me thru the bristles
And deliver me to the river
Lord, chase away the demons
That torment and tear at my soul
Free me to do your holy will
Lord, give me wings of an eagle
So I can soar high in Your glory
And pierce the darkened clouds
Lord, may I be a servant of Your pleasure
To serve and to honor the Father
And may my actions bring smile and favor
Lord, all I ask is that You guide me
And teach me Your holy ways
In this way to reach out to others
Lord, help me to do Your commands the best I can
As the winds of change blow outside in Your honor
For one day soon I know I will be by Your side.
BAS 9/24/08 5:00 AM EST
…:}….
In His Service:
Ephesians Chapter Six
The pursuit of happiness has deteriorated with a lack of justice which has impacted the very liberties we stand for. Yours in the Pursuit of Freedom and Happiness for All.
Lead me thru the bristles
And deliver me to the river
Lord, chase away the demons
That torment and tear at my soul
Free me to do your holy will
Lord, give me wings of an eagle
So I can soar high in Your glory
And pierce the darkened clouds
Lord, may I be a servant of Your pleasure
To serve and to honor the Father
And may my actions bring smile and favor
Lord, all I ask is that You guide me
And teach me Your holy ways
In this way to reach out to others
Lord, help me to do Your commands the best I can
As the winds of change blow outside in Your honor
For one day soon I know I will be by Your side.
BAS 9/24/08 5:00 AM EST
…:}….
In His Service:
Ephesians Chapter Six
The pursuit of happiness has deteriorated with a lack of justice which has impacted the very liberties we stand for. Yours in the Pursuit of Freedom and Happiness for All.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Rain Washes Away Our Pain
We stop and reflect on the gain
Was all this part of the frame
Or are we truly insane?
No, all this is part of the scheme
Now the battle cries scream
Soon all will be as we dream
Off in the horizon I see a sand storm
Its’ shape just beginning to take form
Like a magic twisted sort of worm
It gathers all the wheat and corn
It swirls and lifts as the thunder pounds
The lights flash and the heavens sound
Leaving all as it once was, the great round
We live on this Earth for more than life
We are blessed thru the strife
Sometimes the truth cuts like a knife
But thru it all we still have this life
What once was is ours to reach and get
We must stay true to who we first met
Lest we be caught up in another’s net
Will fall on their swords in haste
Search out what in life is great
And hold true your fairest mate
Love is all that you make it to be
For anything less is a travesty
Don’t waste it if they don’t want to be
Search out another for the world to see.
Reach for the sky and may all your dreams be found there. ✨✝️🙏 🕊🦅🐝
In His Service: Ezekiel 23, 1st Corinthians 14
Revelations 22, John 15. AMEN 🌈🐬
© BAS …:}….
9/21/08 5:30 AM EST
© BAS …:}….
9/21/08 5:30 AM EST
Pics, Edits, Reflections. 4/16/2023 7:14AM EST
🧚🏻🐸🦉
Friday, September 19, 2008
My Ol' Tennessee Home
Your sweet rolling hills
Take away that ol' bone chill
High atop Ol’ Rocky Top Hollow
I look down at the valleys below
Almost Heaven it surely seems
As my soul rests, I lay back and dream
Of days gone by and days to come
In my sweet Ol’ Tennessee home
Oh Tennessee how I have longed for thee
Bring forth all your majesties for me to see
© BAS 9/19/08 9:30 AM EST
…:}….
In His Majesties Service:
4/24/23 6:50 AM EST (pics & edits) 🐝
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
A Messenger
I am just a messenger, sent here from above.
A simple common man, no glorious beams of light.
Don’t try to understand me, you’ll only get confused.
Don’t try to keep me blinded; my tears wash away the darkness.
Search your heart and soul, the answers are all there.
I can only hope to show, how the message changed me.
A simple messenger am I, a story teller and magician.
A comic, actor and musician
Always searching often finding.
In His glorious ways I travel, I have been here before.
I know the past, live in the present and look forward to the future.
Blessed Days and Humble Prayers to you my friend.
To give oneself title on their own behalf
Is the same as stealing your possessions.
It is worth nothing
If it is self giving.
September 18, 2008 11:30 AM
© BAS …:}….
In His Majesties Service:
The Book of Habakkuk
A simple common man, no glorious beams of light.
Don’t try to understand me, you’ll only get confused.
Don’t try to keep me blinded; my tears wash away the darkness.
Search your heart and soul, the answers are all there.
I can only hope to show, how the message changed me.
A simple messenger am I, a story teller and magician.
A comic, actor and musician
Always searching often finding.
In His glorious ways I travel, I have been here before.
I know the past, live in the present and look forward to the future.
Blessed Days and Humble Prayers to you my friend.
To give oneself title on their own behalf
Is the same as stealing your possessions.
It is worth nothing
If it is self giving.
September 18, 2008 11:30 AM
© BAS …:}….
In His Majesties Service:
The Book of Habakkuk
Life's Fountain
Life’s Fountain
Four men were walking down the streets of a city.
One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west.
They were all heading to the same place, the fountain in central park.
Arriving within the same time they were standing in the four corners of the fountain.
Gazing at the rippling waters of the ever flowing fountain each one had the same thought.
As they looked down into the water they each noticed something different, the color of the water. The man from the north was cast in shadows, so to him the water was brown.
The man from the south was in the bright sunlight, so to him the water glistened gold.
The man from the east looked to the shallows, so to him the water was green.
The man from the west looked into the depths, so to him the water was blue.
So here they were all at the same fountain, but each one with a different thought of the
fountain's water. However, as they each looked at the water flowing from the fountain's peak they all had the same vision. The water was crystal clear and glistened in the bright sunlight. Each one believed in their thought of the fountain's water and each one was correct in their vision of the water flowing at its' peak.
After this each continued his walk. North to south, south to north,
east to west and west to east with their thought and vision to share with others.
But they never knew or shared with each other. So four thoughts were created out of one vision.
As generations past the sons of the men returned to the fountain. One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west.
As they walked up to four corners of the fountain the water was still and dark. The water barely flowed from the peak, trash floated on the surface, slime covered the fountain and a thick layer of muck rested at the bottom of the once pure fountain.
As if in unison they all had the same thought. To fix the fountain's pump, clear the surface, scrub off the slime, and remove the muck and restore the fountain to the purity their father's had told them about. So each one entered the water at the same time and looked strangely at each other. The man from the north began to fix the pump, the man from the south began to clear the trash, the man from the east began to scrub off the slime and the man from the west began to the clear the bottom.
Once the pump was fixed, the trash removed and the slime scrubbed off they noticed the man from the west was still clearing the bottom. The muck was thick and the water deep. So the three men looked at each other dove to the deep depths of the fountain and began to help the man from the west. The four of them working together were able to finish in a short time and as they reached the bottom of the fountain they were amazed at what they found.
The bottom was covered with riches of gold, silver, jewels of all kinds and tokens from all parts of the world from people who had visited the fountain over time. The men surfaced and thought of what to do. Their traditions held these were the wishes, respects, sacrifices and prayers of the many people who visited the fountain over time. They decided to remove all the riches at the bottom and display them around the fountain for future generations to see and admire. As they started their task people began to gather from all over the land and began to help the men recover all the treasures at the bottom of the fountain. Over time the pile grew high and surrounded the fountain for miles. No one could believe the mass amounts of what the fountain held. But soon it was all recovered and a majestic sight was now surrounding the fountain.
Now the four men talked and decided to clear paths to the fountain. One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west leading to a single path around the fountain for future generations to visit the fountain. The people from the north and west would keep the fountain working and the bottom clear. The people from the south and east would keep the surface clean and guard the fountain and its' treasures. After this was done the four men stood at the fountain and admired what they had done. They were proud of their work and the people were happy.
Over time treasures grew and life was good for the people of the world as other places began to be cleaned and returned to the purity they once held. The fountain started something that grew and gave the people of the world a common goal and an understanding of how the world once was.
The fountain of life continued to work and remain clean forever more and the treasures surrounded it for miles and miles ever lasting. .
Spread Peace and Love will follow.
(c) Bryan A. Stross 10/21/ 2008
Four men were walking down the streets of a city.
One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west.
They were all heading to the same place, the fountain in central park.
Arriving within the same time they were standing in the four corners of the fountain.
Gazing at the rippling waters of the ever flowing fountain each one had the same thought.
As they looked down into the water they each noticed something different, the color of the water. The man from the north was cast in shadows, so to him the water was brown.
The man from the south was in the bright sunlight, so to him the water glistened gold.
The man from the east looked to the shallows, so to him the water was green.
The man from the west looked into the depths, so to him the water was blue.
So here they were all at the same fountain, but each one with a different thought of the
fountain's water. However, as they each looked at the water flowing from the fountain's peak they all had the same vision. The water was crystal clear and glistened in the bright sunlight. Each one believed in their thought of the fountain's water and each one was correct in their vision of the water flowing at its' peak.
After this each continued his walk. North to south, south to north,
east to west and west to east with their thought and vision to share with others.
But they never knew or shared with each other. So four thoughts were created out of one vision.
As generations past the sons of the men returned to the fountain. One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west.
As they walked up to four corners of the fountain the water was still and dark. The water barely flowed from the peak, trash floated on the surface, slime covered the fountain and a thick layer of muck rested at the bottom of the once pure fountain.
As if in unison they all had the same thought. To fix the fountain's pump, clear the surface, scrub off the slime, and remove the muck and restore the fountain to the purity their father's had told them about. So each one entered the water at the same time and looked strangely at each other. The man from the north began to fix the pump, the man from the south began to clear the trash, the man from the east began to scrub off the slime and the man from the west began to the clear the bottom.
Once the pump was fixed, the trash removed and the slime scrubbed off they noticed the man from the west was still clearing the bottom. The muck was thick and the water deep. So the three men looked at each other dove to the deep depths of the fountain and began to help the man from the west. The four of them working together were able to finish in a short time and as they reached the bottom of the fountain they were amazed at what they found.
The bottom was covered with riches of gold, silver, jewels of all kinds and tokens from all parts of the world from people who had visited the fountain over time. The men surfaced and thought of what to do. Their traditions held these were the wishes, respects, sacrifices and prayers of the many people who visited the fountain over time. They decided to remove all the riches at the bottom and display them around the fountain for future generations to see and admire. As they started their task people began to gather from all over the land and began to help the men recover all the treasures at the bottom of the fountain. Over time the pile grew high and surrounded the fountain for miles. No one could believe the mass amounts of what the fountain held. But soon it was all recovered and a majestic sight was now surrounding the fountain.
Now the four men talked and decided to clear paths to the fountain. One from the north, one from the south, one from the east and one from the west leading to a single path around the fountain for future generations to visit the fountain. The people from the north and west would keep the fountain working and the bottom clear. The people from the south and east would keep the surface clean and guard the fountain and its' treasures. After this was done the four men stood at the fountain and admired what they had done. They were proud of their work and the people were happy.
Over time treasures grew and life was good for the people of the world as other places began to be cleaned and returned to the purity they once held. The fountain started something that grew and gave the people of the world a common goal and an understanding of how the world once was.
The fountain of life continued to work and remain clean forever more and the treasures surrounded it for miles and miles ever lasting. .
Spread Peace and Love will follow.
(c) Bryan A. Stross 10/21/ 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
DREAMS
This post was written by a recently found friend of mine. The Bible passage is one of his favorites. Since this is posted on my blog it is copyrighted for him by inclusion.
Shattered dreams tearing through the seams
Spilling all my stuff to the ground
As I stop to pick up the pieces a sound
Causes me to turn around
Just my imagination, so I turn back
Now all my dreams are gone.
Someone came along and picked up my pieces
Where did I go wrong ?
Do I dare dream new dreams ?
Or will someone take those too.
Got to keep on believing for better dreams
Because dreams do come true.
Written by the hand of:
Craig K. 9/15/08
Isaiah Chapter 11: vs. 1-9
Shattered dreams tearing through the seams
Spilling all my stuff to the ground
As I stop to pick up the pieces a sound
Causes me to turn around
Just my imagination, so I turn back
Now all my dreams are gone.
Someone came along and picked up my pieces
Where did I go wrong ?
Do I dare dream new dreams ?
Or will someone take those too.
Got to keep on believing for better dreams
Because dreams do come true.
Written by the hand of:
Craig K. 9/15/08
Isaiah Chapter 11: vs. 1-9
Monday, September 15, 2008
Bus Fare
Over the years I still sit and stare
Wondering how to pay the bus fare.
On a journey thru time, stories to share
With people who care
But I just can’t seem to get there.
Over countless tragedies and wonders galore
I can’t hold back the feeling to explore
The news of the day, just a bore
Same old, same old, some people are such whores.
Where does this magic carpet ride end
Who the hell knows, a signal I’ll send
What will be, will be around the next bend
When will I see you again my friend?
A tear to my eye does come
Why do I feel so lonesome?
All I want is to go back where I came from
And enjoy my days in peace at home.
So can you help this haggard traveler?
For bus fare I will a mystery unravel
As if on display, a carnie at a carnival
Take me from this hi-way, to a road less traveled.
And there I will walk on a grass covered patch
With tress and flowers instead of the thick thatch
Birds in the air and fish in the river beginning to hatch
As I stand proud with my love on our duties watch.
And wait for the journey to again meet its’ match.
© BAS …:}….
September 15, 2008 8:00 AM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Psalm 19 and Psalm 23
Proverbs 15 and Proverbs 19
Have A Blessed Day and a Prosperous Work Week.
Wondering how to pay the bus fare.
On a journey thru time, stories to share
With people who care
But I just can’t seem to get there.
Over countless tragedies and wonders galore
I can’t hold back the feeling to explore
The news of the day, just a bore
Same old, same old, some people are such whores.
Where does this magic carpet ride end
Who the hell knows, a signal I’ll send
What will be, will be around the next bend
When will I see you again my friend?
A tear to my eye does come
Why do I feel so lonesome?
All I want is to go back where I came from
And enjoy my days in peace at home.
So can you help this haggard traveler?
For bus fare I will a mystery unravel
As if on display, a carnie at a carnival
Take me from this hi-way, to a road less traveled.
And there I will walk on a grass covered patch
With tress and flowers instead of the thick thatch
Birds in the air and fish in the river beginning to hatch
As I stand proud with my love on our duties watch.
And wait for the journey to again meet its’ match.
© BAS …:}….
September 15, 2008 8:00 AM EST
In His Majesties Service:
Psalm 19 and Psalm 23
Proverbs 15 and Proverbs 19
Have A Blessed Day and a Prosperous Work Week.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Truth Delivered
Last time I was here I wrote of elephants, whales,
beasts and oppression.
Those thoughts are still there,
Although the paper has been
Lost in the translation.
Now my thoughts are more along salvation, justification,
Redemption and optimization.
These past several months have been unbelievable,
But I know that it all was real.
The only dream was the pattern being made,
Once delivered it was sewn in perfect harmony.
I feel as though a minor pawn in a grand Kings game.
I feel haggard and scared at times to be part of this scheme.
Most times however, I feel courageous and strong knowing I serve Him.
All my life, like many of you, I have dreamed of
true freedom and the glory it holds once revealed to us.
Well, we now soon shall have it, so enjoy it.
Sure there are many problems and details to work out
I view these as a challenge, a challenge we can overcome
But only by faith and His Grace bestowed to us
Will we solve these issues and make the world a better place for all
I hear people babble on and on about issues
That have very simple and logical answers
But they complicate them with their personal agendas
And what is left is an empty shell with only echoes of truth
At times I can do many things and answer many questions.
I have many gifts, skills and talents to offer, but am master of only one.
Remember, we are all mortal with our God given gifts and human utilization of them.
As humans we must realize our limits and humble ourselves to them.
And at the same time utilize our strengths to help others and enrich ourselves.
I’m just an average guy blessed with a message from the Spirit of God.
I hope and pray you hear this message and by His grace understand it.
Praise the Lord…Truth Delivered. Matthew Chapter 18
In His Majesties Service
BAS ...:}.... 9/14/08 8:30 AM EST
beasts and oppression.
Those thoughts are still there,
Although the paper has been
Lost in the translation.
Now my thoughts are more along salvation, justification,
Redemption and optimization.
These past several months have been unbelievable,
But I know that it all was real.
The only dream was the pattern being made,
Once delivered it was sewn in perfect harmony.
I feel as though a minor pawn in a grand Kings game.
I feel haggard and scared at times to be part of this scheme.
Most times however, I feel courageous and strong knowing I serve Him.
All my life, like many of you, I have dreamed of
true freedom and the glory it holds once revealed to us.
Well, we now soon shall have it, so enjoy it.
Sure there are many problems and details to work out
I view these as a challenge, a challenge we can overcome
But only by faith and His Grace bestowed to us
Will we solve these issues and make the world a better place for all
I hear people babble on and on about issues
That have very simple and logical answers
But they complicate them with their personal agendas
And what is left is an empty shell with only echoes of truth
At times I can do many things and answer many questions.
I have many gifts, skills and talents to offer, but am master of only one.
Remember, we are all mortal with our God given gifts and human utilization of them.
As humans we must realize our limits and humble ourselves to them.
And at the same time utilize our strengths to help others and enrich ourselves.
I’m just an average guy blessed with a message from the Spirit of God.
I hope and pray you hear this message and by His grace understand it.
Praise the Lord…Truth Delivered. Matthew Chapter 18
In His Majesties Service
BAS ...:}.... 9/14/08 8:30 AM EST
Truth
What is it you want?
What is it you feel?
Maybe I can help, I can try.
My name is Truth and I can not lie.
In the world five words are there
Time…..which is the spirit of God
Love…..which is the spirit of Christ
Nature…..which is the spirit of Mary
Wisdom…The Holy Ghost moving in the Spirit
Truth…..which is the spirit of Man.
We are fortunate to have these among us today.
And I hope to be able to share all I can about
What I have learned about these thru my years
So what more could you possibly want?
I already know how you feel.
© BAS …;}…
God Bless America!
Ecclesiastes Chapters 6, 7 &8
What is it you feel?
Maybe I can help, I can try.
My name is Truth and I can not lie.
In the world five words are there
Time…..which is the spirit of God
Love…..which is the spirit of Christ
Nature…..which is the spirit of Mary
Wisdom…The Holy Ghost moving in the Spirit
Truth…..which is the spirit of Man.
We are fortunate to have these among us today.
And I hope to be able to share all I can about
What I have learned about these thru my years
So what more could you possibly want?
I already know how you feel.
© BAS …;}…
God Bless America!
Ecclesiastes Chapters 6, 7 &8
Pro Chance
What is this life we are given?
A never ending struggle, only to pass to heaven.
Not so bad, it could be worse. And it seems to be so for a growing number.
If this life is cast upon us and we use it to do harm and evil to others then the other side of life may never be known.
The other side of life awaits in heaven, only then are all the mysteries revealed.
Maybe you don’t believe in God or Jesus today.
Many people believe in things of great meaning,
Allah, Buddha, The Great White Spirit. So many beliefs are not misguided. In fact some are one in the same.
However, at some point in time one must realize there is one true God.
And as time goes on these other beliefs soon become as one.
It is most selfish to think of the belief in the God I serve as the only way to believe. Religion is only ceremony.
I feel it is important for us all to at some time realize in a greater meaning to this life we have.
We must at some point understand a sacrifice was made on our behalf. If that happens as a youngster, middle age, or elder is not the issue, what is the issue, is that it happens.
This gift of life is more than a wish of a soul, it is the granting of another chance, to learn, teach, grow, and share.
The taking of life at any stage is extinguishing the chance of another soul.
For all we know we’ve wasted the lives of prophets, leaders, healers, and great wisdom.
All in the name of some misguided science.
All life must be given a chance, who are we to decide if it is unwanted.
Judges & doctors bear a heavy burden, but years of training and experience form their decisions. Mothers & fathers deal with joy & emotion, or dismay & abandonment. Very few of us have the true knowledge of what is and what isn’t in life.
I shudder at the thought of being a twin, my brother aborted.
How can microorganisms from Mars be considered life and a fetus not?
If you do not have the love in your heart to raise a child, or the means to provide, than don’t have sex without protection or control.
Or better yet don’t have sex at all.
What else is more simple? Abortion is not birth control. In today’s world we have many ways to enjoy the physical realities of love and yet still control the conception of a child.
Even still we need to return to the days when our physical expressions are based on the emotions of love, rather than the delusions of lust.
As a person on this planet, given a chance at life, no harm must be done to others, or that chance is wasted, another may not be given.
And once born we must carry on the tradition of love and learning, for the reason this life we are given is to earn a chance to see the other side, which awaits in heaven.
Bryan Stross…written long ago by His Grace.
Deuteronomy Chapters 5 and 6
To quote a wise & prophetic drummer “ If you choose not to decide….you still have made a choice.”
Read Psalm 139: 13-16 if you have any doubts or questions, it is living words for a divided society.
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